"Too terrifying." Jiang Chen looked at his phone and could not help remarking.
Beside him, Xiaohai opened his mouth, his face filled with astonishment. He wanted to say something, but when his gaze fell on Sledgehammer beside him, he did not dare speak.
Before long, they arrived at the Netherworld.
Jiang Chen sent Xiaohai to check on Uncle Wei, then headed downstairs himself with the duty roster.
No. 01 and the other patients were currently in the eighteen levels of Purgatory undergoing screening, questioning, testing, and so on, and could not come out, so he would have to handle the wake-up duties himself again for the next few days.
Fortunately, with the Death-Curse Yin God Hammer, this exhausting, complicated job had become easier.
He swallowed an Origin-Spirit Pill and gripped the hammer's handle.
The names on it surged one after another.
A thick smell of blood filled the corridor, and indescribably horrifying figures appeared. At Jiang Chen's command, the monsters, their skin and clothes covered in the word "death," darted off throughout the Netherworld...
At dawn, the nightmare descended.
Hysterical wails and screams rang out.
Jiang Chen went down to the seventeenth floor.
When he reached the Director's Office, he discovered two even more terrifying auras besides Luo Ji's.
One of the old men wore spotless coarse linen clothes. He stood straight as a pine, sat solid as a bell, and did everything strictly by the book, carrying an air of upright righteousness.
The other old man was the complete opposite.
With a mouthful of yellow teeth and a Daoist robe spattered here and there with dirt and blood, he held a large cloth sack and sprawled limply on the sofa.
He was also staring at a dancing female livestreamer on his phone, repeatedly tapping the like button.
"Good,