King of Hell bowed to a mortal, his face full of pleading.
Who would believe that if it got out?
Meng Xiaojiu certainly would not have believed it.
Yet the scene before her was real, leaving Meng Xiaojiu utterly stunned. Was a mortal really this heaven-defying?
"You? You actually came to the Hall of the King of Hell?" Meng Xiaojiu finally spoke after recovering from her shock.
Zhang Yifan smiled. "I thought this place looked interesting, so I came in to take a look. What's wrong? You're open for business, aren't you? Are customers not allowed inside?"
???
Open for business?
What business?
Since when had the Hall of the King of Hell become a place for business?
Meng Xiaojiu was bewildered, but King Qin Guang caught onto something. He suddenly realized that the man before him might not know this was the Netherworld, nor that this was the Hall of the King of Hell! He had mistaken it for an ordinary city!
After all, the streets were bustling with people. Though they were ghosts, they looked no different from ordinary living people.
But once King Qin Guang considered that possibility, his scalp went even more numb!
The Witch-Demon Calamity had happened countless years ago, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation had been established at that time.
Yet this man did not know?
Good heavens!
Just what kind of ancient fossil was this man?
Perhaps he was some supreme expert who had existed since the earliest days of the Primordial Continent, right after heaven and earth were created.
He might even have been from the same generation as the Saints.
It was just that this great expert might have remained in seclusion all along and thus knew nothing of what had happened in the Primordial Continent.
Yes, that had to