Yu Xiaogang shuddered. How could you be so selfish? Have you considered my feelings?
Don't you know why I ran away back then?
"Xiaogang, what's wrong?"
Liu Erlong froze, then her face filled with sorrow.
"Are you still worried about going to hell?"
Yu Xiaogang flushed scarlet. "Erlong, that's not at..."
Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth to spin a tale, but suddenly remembered Tongue-Pulling Hell. Lying would get him sent to fucking hell, too.
Fortunately, Flender came over just then.
"Erlong, don't you know what sort of man Xiaogang is? He must have his reasons."
After saying that, Flender felt as though he was headed for Scissor Hell.
Yet Liu Erlong believed Flender's words.
"Don't worry, Xiaogang. I've waited for you for so many years. Now, just being able to see you is enough. I'll wait for you to slowly get used to having me around."
Inwardly, Yu Xiaogang put on a mask of agony.
He really was terrified.
"I can't die!"
He couldn't accept becoming a wandering ghost, much less descending into the Eighteen Levels of Hell, so his only option was not to die.
Yu Xiaogang abruptly pulled out the Yuqing spirit tablet and began bowing with a series of thumps.
I, Yu Xiaogang, belong to Venerable Celestial Yuqing. Let's see which of you underworld officers dares come collect my soul.
The atmosphere in Spirit Hall was much better than at Blue Tyrant Academy.
Qian Daoliu, for instance, thought for ages but couldn't work out which level of hell he ought to enter.
But when Qian Daoliu looked at this whole household, he felt certain he was going to hell.
"Big Brother, you..."
Golden Crocodile Douluo was somewhat puzzled by Qian Daoliu's expression.
Qian Daoliu slowly said, "As Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined, even if I haven't personally done