All along the way, King Qin Guang's calves kept cramping.
He had lived through countless ages and risen to become the chief of the Ten Yama Kings. What kind of scenes hadn't he seen?
But today, he felt as though every bit of courage he'd ever built up was about to be scared out of him.
King Qin Guang was terrified, but he didn't dare argue even a single word.
What could he say?
He was afraid that the moment he opened his mouth, the Little Ancestor would think, Wow, this looks even more fun! and dive right in.
She'd already treated Tongue-Pulling Hell like a swing and Abdominal Dissection Hell like a trampoline. The horrors of the blade mountain and sea of fire were still fresh in his mind.
"Hey, you in black, hurry up! Are you dragging your feet because you don't want to do your job anymore?"
Xiruan's crisp voice came from behind him, nearly making King Qin Guang drop to his knees on the spot.
"Please, Young Lady! I... I'll hurry!"
He hastily picked up his pace, cursing Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva up and down in his heart.
It was all that bald guy's fault!
And now, after all that, he'd simply turned on his heel and left, leaving King Qin Guang here to guide this Little Devil King. What kind of situation was this?
At last, the group passed through layer upon layer of hells and arrived before an enormous black city.
Black mist billowed above it, and a torrent of resentment surged into the sky. Countless shrill cries and howls echoed from within.
A huge plaque hung above the city gate, carved with three sinister characters: City of the Wrongly Dead!
"Y-Young Lady, this is the place."
King Qin Guang pointed at the terrifying city, his voice trembling slightly.
"Most of the Interception Sect's... employees have been locked up here by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."
Xiruan stopped. Her little brows immediately knitted together.
She could sense many, many familiar presences inside the city, presences that felt a lot like Daddy's.
They were faint and suffering, as though they might go out at any moment.
Some cold, wicked force was constantly tormenting and bullying those familiar presences.
It was just like the pigpen at Butcher Wang's place at the village entrance. His pigs were crammed into a cramped, stinking pen, left hungry every day and whipped by Butcher Wang.
"That's too much!"
Xiruan clenched her little fists. Her imagination conjured up a pitiful scene.
Daddy's employees had worked hard for him, only to die and have their souls captured by this heartless company called the Underworld.
And as if capturing them weren't enough, they weren't paid or fed. They'd been locked up in this run-down, crumbling place full of wailing ghosts!
This was even more heartless than Zhou Papi, the most ruthless landlord in the village!
At least Zhou Papi let his hired hands eat their fill. Here, they had to keep working even after they died—and they were working for free!
"Boom—!"
An indescribable fury burst out of Xiruan's tiny body.
Holy Mother Wudang and King Qin Guang, standing beside her, clearly felt the air around them freeze in an instant.
"Everyone, step back a little."
Xiruan spoke in a babyish voice, but her tone was ice-cold.
Holy Mother Wudang and King Qin Guang instinctively backed away more than a dozen paces.
Xiruan said nothing. She simply raised the Chaos Baby Bottle above her head with both hands.
"Bad company! Open up for me!"
She swung the Chaos Baby Bottle hard at the gates of the City of the Wrongly Dead.
"Bang—!"
Xiruan smashed away a huge section of the gate and the walls on both sides.
King Qin Guang's jaw dropped. He was completely dumbfounded.
A-again with that move!
Was this Little Ancestor only capable of that one move?
No matter what she ran into, she just smashed it with a baby bottle!
And somehow, that one move was invincible!
"All employees, listen up!"
With the bottle on her shoulder, Xiruan climbed onto the rubble and shouted into the city:
"I'm Tongtian, your boss's daughter! My name is Xiruan!"
"I'm here to take you home!"
"Right now, I declare you—free!"
Her babyish voice pierced through the many layers of restrictions around the City of the Wrongly Dead and rang clearly in the ears of every imprisoned True Spirit.
For a moment, the entire city fell into an eerie silence.
Inside, countless True Spirits of the Interception Sect were being scorched by ghostly flames, bound by iron chains, or gnawed on by evil spirits. The moment they heard that voice, they all jolted.
The boss's daughter?
Since when had their master had a daughter?
Was this an illusion?
Had they been tormented for so long that their minds and souls had grown muddled, leaving them hearing things?
Before they could react,
they saw a little girl with two sprout-like pigtails and a red bellyband, swaggering into the city with a baby bottle on her shoulder.
Her tiny figure looked utterly out of place in the sinister, terrifying surroundings.
But wherever she went, the yakshas and evil spirits who usually acted as their fierce guards reacted like mice seeing a cat.
One by one, they let out terrified screams and exploded with a "poof," turning into clouds of black mist that vanished into the air.
The chains binding their True Spirits also snapped apart, link by link, before that overwhelming force!
They were free!
They were really free!
Countless True Spirits of the Interception Sect stared blankly at the tiny figure, who was like a little sun, rooted to the spot.
It was real!
This wasn't an illusion!
Someone had really come to save them!
"It's Junior Sister! Senior Brother Immortal Wuyun!"
"And Senior Brother Immortal Qiushou! Senior Brother Jinguang Immortal! You... you're all here!"
Holy Mother Wudang was so moved that tears streamed down her face and her voice choked with emotion. She saw so many of her fellow disciples.
"Senior Sister! It's Senior Sister Wudang!"
"Senior Sister, you're safe too! That's wonderful! Sob, sob..."
The True Spirits of the Interception Sect recognized Holy Mother Wudang and excitedly crowded around her.
Years of torment and pent-up grievances burst out at that moment, and everyone broke down crying.
Xiruan was delighted to see the employees reunited.
It looked like her trip hadn't been in vain.
She walked over to the True Spirit who looked the biggest and strongest.
He was a burly man with a pair of black wings and a rugged face. His very presence was imposing. He was none other than Immortal Wuyun, one of the Seven Attendant Immortals.
Xiruan tilted her little head back to look him over, then asked very seriously:
"Are you the foreman here?"
Immortal Wuyun was taken aback by the unexpected question.
Foreman?
What was a foreman?
Though he didn't understand the word, he answered with utmost respect, "This disciple, Immortal Wuyun, pays his respects to... to Little Senior Sister?"
He truly didn't know what to call the little girl before him.
Calling her Martial Uncle would be wrong, given their seniority.
Calling her Miss didn't seem quite right either.
Since she was so young, calling her Little Senior Sister should be fine, right?
"I'm asking you," Xiruan said, not caring what he called her. She only cared about one thing right now—a very serious thing.
"Did that bald boss pay you wages while you were here?"
"Wages?" Immortal Wuyun was even more confused.
"Money!"
Seeing that he didn't understand, Xiruan grew so frustrated she stamped her foot.
"You're burned by fire and chained up every day. You're working so hard—doesn't he give you even a single coin?"
Being burned by fire and chained up... counted as working?
For a moment, Immortal Wuyun didn't know how to answer. He could only smile bitterly and shake his head.
"Little Senior Sister, we've been imprisoned here, scorched day and night by karmic fire. Our souls are nearly ground away. How could there... how could there be any wages?"
"What?!"
Xiruan's little face flushed red with anger, and her two sprout-like pigtails stood straight up.
Having to work after you died was bad enough!
And they weren't even getting paid?!
This wasn't just a heartless company anymore! It was a demonic enterprise that devoured people without even spitting out their bones!
"That's too much!"
Xiruan cried out furiously.
"Let's go!"
"We're going to find that bald factory manager right now!"
"Tell him to cough up your wages, bonuses, overtime pay, and compensation for emotional distress!"
"If he's even one coin short, I'll tear this lousy company apart today!"
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