Ying Si entered the King of Hell's Hall with trepidation. He had expected a trial and questioning, and had heard that the King of Hell looked terrifying.
Who would have thought that, the moment he entered, he would see all Ten Great Yama Kings seated inside? When they saw someone come in, every gaze turned toward him.
Ying Si froze mid-step, afraid to set his foot down. He glanced at Black and White Impermanence on either side, utterly bewildered.
Surely this was overkill?
What enormous crime had he committed to warrant a joint trial by all ten courts?
"Come in, Ying Si," King of Qin'guang said gently, stroking his beard.
They watched Ying Si walk in, anxiously looking this way and that.
King Yama smiled and said, "We know all about your situation."
"As it happens, your yang lifespan has run out. Stay in the Underworld."
As King Yama explained everything in detail, Ying Si understood.
The Underworld's infrastructure was terrible, and it needed a technological overhaul.
The things burned as offerings from the Mortal Realm were all basic supplies: paper money, clothes, and a little food.
Technology in the Mortal Realm was so advanced, while the Earth Realm was so backward. The gap between the two realms was far too wide.
Time in the Underworld also ran slower. For every year that passed in the human world, 365 years passed in the Underworld.
The fifteenth day of the seventh month each year in the Mortal Realm was called the Ghost Festival. On that day, the Ghost Gate opened wide and a hundred ghosts paraded forth. Only then could ghosts visit their relatives in the human world.
Seeing the lights of countless homes in the Mortal Realm and its technological prosperity left countless ghosts feeling deeply uncomfortable.
However convenient their