The Soul-Reaping Messenger bound the three souls and took them toward the Underworld Office. Chilling winds gusted along the way as they sped onward, and within moments, they had crossed the divide between yin and yang and entered an unfamiliar Underworld.
Yin energy hung heavy before the Ghost Gate, and the Underworld Office beyond was filled with eerie cries and strange laughter. Compared with the Underworld Office Yi Shuyuan had visited before, this place was far more sinister and terrifying.
Many ghosts stood in line before the great hall of the Underworld Office. Yi Shuyuan and the other two were escorted there and made to join the queue.
Netherworld Officials guarded both sides, while the hall ahead lay deep in gloom. From time to time, the screams of ghosts drifted in from afar. It was truly a terrifying sight.
Jiang Lang stood last among the three, with Yi Shuyuan in front and Zhang Liangxi in the middle. Even Jiang Lang felt somewhat uneasy now.
"Old Yi, how do you think they'll judge us here?"
"I don't know how they'll judge us, but I do know we're in serious trouble."
Yi Shuyuan's expression was grave. Zhang Liangxi looked ahead and behind him, then could not help sighing.
"To think I would end up going to the Yellow Springs with Mr. Yi. At least I have company. It's just a shame that young Master Jiang should lose his life at such an early age."
Isn't that all your fault? Jiang Lang grimaced.
"I suppose I was simply unlucky, dropping dead in my prime... Old Yi, what did you mean by trouble?"
Yi Shuyuan did not answer Jiang Lang. Instead, he turned to Zhang Liangxi.
"Eunuch Zhang, are you still going to Square-Inch Mountain?"
Zhang Liangxi frowned. Rather than answer immediately, he asked