In a certain mountain range in the Underworld:
The enormous ghost gods seated among the mountains bled from all seven orifices, while the temples within their five viscera and six bowels shook and thundered.
Streaks of saber light flew from their pores, shooting straight into the clouds.
The many living beings at work were terrified at the sight.
Many cried out, "The masters are bleeding from all seven orifices! They're all dead!"
"Everyone, the masters are dead, and the job is over! Let's split up the pots, bowls, ladles, and basins and go our separate ways!"
The ghosts and spirit monsters raised a shout, then began pushing carts, shouldering carrying poles, and dividing up the shovels, pickaxes, and other items on the worksite.
They even fought over pickaxes. "You bastard, you've already got a pickaxe! I don't have one yet!"
"Give me that pickaxe! When I go to the next worksite with my own tools, I'll definitely earn a few more Underworld coins!"
"I'll take two pickaxes and earn even more!"
The ghosts and spirit monsters fought and snatched things.
The descendants of ghost gods and the evil beings from the second-layer world were not idle either.
Their eyes rolled as they began prying open the worksite's storehouses, going inside to plunder all sorts of mineral products, spirit herbs, and other goods.
There was a large hand with eyes, legs, and feet, its eyes darting about.
It neither took the opportunity to escape nor pried open a storehouse, instead quietly climbing onto the ghost gods.
Riiip!
Riiip!
It stuck out its tongue and licked the blood flowing from the ghost gods' seven orifices.
After swallowing a mouthful of blood, he felt as though blades were twisting through his body.
But relying on a fortuitous encounter he had experienced in the