You, a living person, are telling me I've served in the underworld for ten years?

Chapter 92 Master Chen's Rise to Official Rank (1)

Hongshan City was not as magnificent and prosperous as I had imagined; instead, it seemed rather shabby.

The city walls are all made of rammed earth, and some sections are broken. The buildings inside the city are also dilapidated, with most of them being houses built of adobe bricks, exuding a sense of desolation and the weight of history!

If someone goes up the mountain during the day, they can still see some broken walls and ruins here.

It is said that this place was once a "fortress" in ancient times, inhabited by a clan. However, the fortress was later breached by bandits, and the clan inside was almost entirely wiped out.

Perhaps stained with too much blood and resentment, this "fortress" turned into a ghost town and was occupied by Li Ali.

At this moment, the battle in Red Mountain City had also ceased. Several Yin generals under the command of the Black Mountain Demon had been torn to pieces by the "citizens" of Red Mountain City led by the Ghost General and Ruyi!

"Miss is back!"

Upon seeing Li Ali return, Ruyi immediately went to greet her and asked, "Miss, where is Chen Youshen?"

"gone back?"

"Did Chen Youshen say anything?"

Ruyi was a little uneasy.

After all, he had lied to Miss today, saying that the condition for asking Chen Youshen to help was that Miss would marry him... If Miss asked him directly, wouldn't he have been exposed?

But Ruyi quickly noticed that something was wrong with her mistress and immediately asked cautiously, "Miss... why are you so distracted today?"

"Is there any?"

Li Ali changed the subject, saying, "By the way, Ruyi, go and prepare a few boxes of gold and jewelry. Come with me to Wucheng tomorrow... Chen Youshen has gone to great lengths to help, how can we let him go to waste?"

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at the same time.

Yunqing Temple is located on the eastern foot of Luoshan Mountain.

The gates of this ancient temple, which has stood for a thousand years, are tightly closed and have been locked with iron padlocks.

A motorcycle was speeding down the mountain road from Yunqing Temple.

The motorcycle's headlights appeared very dim in the pitch-black night.

On the back seat, the young monk was so frightened that he dared not look at the road and shouted, "Master... slow down, please ride slower!"

The old monk's robes fluttered in the wind as he confidently said, "Don't worry, I've walked this road for most of my life. Even with my eyes closed, I'm sure I won't crash."

"what……"

Suddenly, the young monk exclaimed in surprise, "Master, the shouts of battle and the eerie aura from down the mountain have disappeared. Could it be that those ghosts perished together? Should we go and take a look?"

"is it?"

The old monk glanced in the direction of "Hongchengshui" village, and then...

boom!
"Ouch……"

"Master, Master... are you alright?"

"Damn it... Amitabha, which blind bastard dug a hole in the middle of the road...?"

...............

A blood moon hung high in the sky.

The world was filled with a thick fog, making it dark and desolate.

Through the fog stretched an endless road.

brush!
The Black Mountain Demon appeared out of nowhere on this road.

He looked around, a look of fear appearing in the soul fire in his eyes.

"The underworld..."

He had escaped from the hell of crucifixion, so he was naturally familiar with the environment of the underworld. But soon a question arose in his mind, and he couldn't help but think, "According to the rules and procedures of the underworld for taking souls, the night patrol god should have sent me to the City God first, and then escorted me to the Gate of Hell... Why did he send me directly to the road to the Yellow Springs?"

"wrong!"

"This is not the road to the underworld!"

"This road is very similar to the road to the underworld, but there are no wandering spirits or spider lilies along the way..."

Just then, another Yin general and a group of Yin soldiers appeared behind him. The Yin general and the Yin soldiers immediately knelt down and paid their respects. Then, the other Yin soldiers and Yin generals were sent into the underworld.

Seeing that he only had three Yin generals and more than eight hundred Yin soldiers left under his command, the Black Mountain Demon felt a pang of heartache!
This was the power I had cultivated over many years in the human world... but those damned Night Wanderers killed most of them!

"Your Majesty, is this the underworld?"

A ghostly soldier curiously surveyed its surroundings, finally looking at the road ahead: "Could this be the legendary Road to the Underworld? Your Majesty... will we be able to reincarnate after crossing the Road to the Underworld?"

"Reincarnation?"

The Black Mountain Demon sneered, "You wreak havoc in the mortal realm, but once you enter the underworld, you will first be judged by the underworld officials and cast into the eighteen levels of hell for punishment, like you..."

"I remember that in your life you were a thief, a robber, a bully, and a thief who seized other people's property and wives... Such sins deserve to be thrown into the oil cauldron hell, stripped naked, and fried in oil!"

The ghostly soldier shuddered, his body steaming with ghostly energy.

"And you... In your life, you enjoyed torturing and killing cats and dogs, building your happiness on the suffering of animals. After death, you will be thrown into the Bull Pit Hell, where countless bulls will attack you every day, goring you with their horns and trampling you with their hooves... Day after day, year after year!"

The Black Mountain Demon summoned several more Yin Soldiers, recounting the evil they had committed in their lives and the punishments they would face after death.

One of the ghostly soldiers rejoiced, "Fortunately, I did not do any evil in my life... at most I just wasted food."

"Wasting food?" The Black Mountain Demon sneered, "If a person wastes food and squanders grains while alive, such as throwing away leftovers from a banquet or eating a couple of bites of food they don't like and then throwing it away, they will be sent to the Mortar and Pestle Hell after death!"

The ghostly soldier asked curiously, "Your Majesty, what is the Mortar and Pestle Hell?"

"A mortar and pestle is an ancient tool used to husk rice seeds... To put it simply, you should know what a garlic mortar and pestle is, right?"

The Black Mountain Demon said, "After you are thrown into the Mortar and Pestle Hell, you will be constantly crushed by drumsticks every day until the punishment ends and you will have the opportunity to be reincarnated."

As he spoke, the Black Mountain Demon secretly sized up the ghost generals and soldiers under his command.

He knew that once they arrived in the underworld, these fellows would inevitably have thoughts of "reincarnation," so he tempted them by asking, "My little ones, why did the Great King flee from the underworld to the human world back then?"

"It's because the eighteen levels of hell are too cruel; the daily tortures are simply unbearable for ghosts!"

"We were kings and tyrants in the human world, and now that we're in the underworld, we might be just as powerful..."

"Since there are no underworld officials escorting us, we can go wherever we want... The underworld is vast and boundless, with plenty of territory and mountains in the wilderness!"

Numerous Yin generals and Yin soldiers cheered like a tsunami, following the Black Mountain Demon into the mist. However, they had not gone far when they heard a howling wind in the sky. Looking up, they saw a huge dark cloud flying in!

Above the dark clouds were towering ghost soldiers and messengers from the underworld. The four leading figures possessed particularly powerful auras: one had a bull's head, one had a horse's face, and the other was dressed in a black robe!
The Black Mountain Demon was so frightened that he exploded into a ball of yin energy, unable to muster the slightest will to resist. He exclaimed, "Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Black and White Impermanence... Why would they send these four great figures from the underworld just to capture me?"

...............

Chen Yang was unaware of what was happening in the underworld.

He simply sent a letter to the old man on his way home after sending the Black Mountain Demon and his men to the underworld.

And Chen Huaiyi...

On his first day in Fengdu City, he took the "City God's" letter of introduction to the Underworld and joined the Underworld, hoping to take the Underworld Officer Examination.

At that time, he habitually gave the underworld official in charge of the assessment a few bundles of "local specialties". The examiner was a day-roaming god who chatted with Chen Huaiyi for more than an hour about family matters. After the chat, he ordered someone to send Chen Huaiyi the ghost messenger decree and a set of ghost messenger uniform.

"Congratulations, Master Chen. Your name has been entered into the register of the gods in the underworld. Please go back and wait a few days. Once your duties have been arranged, I will send someone to inform you."

After leaving the underworld, Chen Huaiyi bought a large house near the underworld and settled down.

tonight……

Suddenly, his house was filled with bundles of ghost money, a carriage, and... beautiful women!
These women can walk, move, and talk; each one is alluring and sexy, but their skin has a "paper-thin" texture.

Chen Huaiyi knew that these women were burned for him by his son. He wanted to scold them, but they were separated by death. In the end, he could only sigh and say, "So be it... After all, it is my son's filial piety. I will accept it."

"You...it's you. Come on, give me a back massage...wait, you're Ms. Cang, right?"

"I didn't even recognize you with those clothes on."

Two hours later, Chen Huaiyi suddenly received a letter that Chen Yang had burned.

He immediately took several bundles of local specialties and Ms. Cang and Ms. Tianhai Tsubasa and delivered them to the "Hall of Impermanence" next to the underworld, where he happened to run into Ox-Head and Horse-Face who came to visit.

So the four underworld generals summoned their ghost messengers and soldiers, and rode away on the dark clouds.

Chen Huaiyi returned to the house, and before he could even sit down properly, a ghost messenger came to report.

"My lord... General Hei invites you to the Hall of Impermanence for tea."

Chen Huaiyi quickly replied, "We are both ghost messengers, so we can address each other as brothers. How can you call me 'sir'?"

The ghost messenger bowed and scraped, seemingly unaware: "Sir, you don't know yet?"

"Just now, Black Commander, White Commander, Horse Commander, and Ox Commander went out and captured a demon that had been wanted by the underworld for over 1100 years, along with more than 800 of its underlings. This is a great achievement!"

"Black Commander and the others said that you deserve some credit for this, sir. After review by the underworld, your divine rank has been raised by one level. You are now the Soul Collector, and the appointment will be made soon!"

Chen Huaiyi: "..."

"Thank you for informing me, brother."

He casually took out a stack of ghost money and stuffed it into the ghost messenger's hand. The ghost messenger was overjoyed and quickly thanked him.

Chen Huaiyi sighed inwardly...

I never expected to be promoted after only a few days in the underworld. Moreover, these underworld officials speak so nicely, and my superiors are so kind to me... If I had known this earlier, I should have died a few years earlier to enjoy this bliss.

"I'm only benefiting from my son's fame!"

Chen Huaiyi understood why he had been promoted so quickly, and thought to himself, "I need to do my best to help Chen Yang get everything sorted out so that he can also be promoted soon."

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world.

Just as dawn broke, a series of clanging sounds came from the kitchen on the second floor of the funeral home, followed by a fragrant aroma.

Chen Yang, who was cultivating on the first floor, went up to check and found Little Fatty wearing an apron, standing on a small stool in front of the stove, cooking. As it tossed the wok, it turned around and said, "Lord Night Wanderer, have you finished your cultivation?"

"Perfect timing... I'll wash up and get ready for breakfast... This morning I steamed some buns, cooked some porridge, and stir-fried some side dishes."

Chen Yang: "..."

He slapped Gu Jinghui awake and yelled, "Still sleeping? Get up and film this video for Master Cat..."

"Old Chen, I'm filming."

Yang Shuai, who was hanging from the ceiling, waved his phone: "I've been learning how to shoot and edit for the past two days. From now on, I'll be Cat Master's personal photographer!"

After witnessing Xiao Pang's prowess last night, Yang Shuai kept calling him "Cat Master" with great enthusiasm!

(End of this chapter)