Ox-Head and Horse-Face.
They were known as the Fifth Lord and the Sixth Lord.
Both were formidable figures with the strength of fourth-tier Primordial Origin Golden Immortals of the Ghost Path.
No one knew exactly how many years ago they had been born.
In any case, they had once been chiefs of the Ox Tribe and the Horse Tribe in some bygone generation.
When the Six Paths of Reincarnation first opened,
the Underworld's main workforce had actually consisted of the Witch Clan.
But the Witch Clan generally had no knack for dealing with souls.
Every last one was a burly fellow with muscles knotted all over his body. Never mind tracking down ghosts.
When ghosts two cultivation realms below them encountered these Witch Clan members and were struck by their vast surges of blood energy,
they would probably die right there on the spot!
Not even a scrap of soul would remain.
Besides, the Witch Clan truly had no talent for capturing ghosts-or, rather, for handling anything involving ghosts.
Just imagine it.
One perfectly ordinary day,
you were eating hot pot and singing a song.
Suddenly, a scream rang out beyond your window!
You opened the window to look, only to find absolutely nothing there!
Then, before long, you were arrested!
The charge was murder!
That was snow falling in June-a monstrous injustice!
You had just been eating hot pot at home, holding your wife and children.
Then a scream came from outside the window, and the ghost was gone?
As it turned out, that ghost had come to lodge a complaint about an injustice.
It had heard that a high-ranking official of the Netherworld lived there and figured that filing a complaint might clear its name.
But before it could even get close,
it suddenly saw a tremendous surge