"I understand."
After their discussion, Qian Jue had a rough grasp of the situation. He looked at the three ghosts kneeling before him, paused for a while, then slowly spoke.
"Hell Rules, article seventeen."
"Maintain cleanliness."
"As you are now, I can hardly call you clean."
His words fell.
The three kneeling ghosts bowed their heads low and said in trembling voices, "The Strange Entity Clan whips us every day, so we haven't been able to tend to our wounds properly. We deserve death for offending your eyes, my lord."
In Hell.
All ghost beings were required to stay clean.
That cleanliness wasn't merely about tidy clothing. It covered many things.
Qian Jue said nothing. He simply turned and walked toward Chen Fan.
"What's going on?"
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow.
"It's a little complicated."
"I'll try to keep it short."
Qian Jue shrugged. "Basically, I used to have a trusted aide called Executioner. With that lord's support, he staged a rebellion. He imprisoned me while my guard was down, then became the King of the Demon Clan."
"After that, he began cultivating large numbers of powerful ghosts, making them fight and devour one another."
"I never used to demand strength from ghosts. I only wanted them to stay clean and keep Hell neat and tidy. Do you understand what I mean? We should be elegant, not bedraggled."
"As Servants of the Demon, they couldn't disgrace us."
"I sort of understand." Chen Fan nodded.
Qian Jue continued.
"Later, the Extinction Demon Emperor led some ghosts in an assassination attempt against Executioner in his court. Naturally, they failed. Executioner severely wounded the Extinction Demon Emperor with a single casual move, and just as he was about to finish him off..."
"That lord told Executioner to spare the Extinction Demon Emperor."
"Afterward..."