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

Chapter 97 Adventures in the Eighteen Levels of Hell (1)

"........."

Chen Yang stared at Yang Shuai with an expression of "caring for someone with intellectual disabilities": "Brother, are you serious?"

Shaking the "Patrol Banner" emitting black smoke in his hand, Chen Yang explained, "Not only can this banner capture the souls of the dead, but the space inside the banner is also a replica of the Eighteen Levels of Hell in the Underworld. I'm afraid you'll be frightened if you go in."

It would have been better if they hadn't said it that way.

Chen Yang's words emboldened Yang Shuai, who stuck out his tongue and sneered, "I, Yang, am a ghost now, and the word 'fear' doesn't exist in my mind!"

Aren't you afraid...?

Who was crawling through the haystacks at the foot of Luoshan Mountain the day before yesterday?
As the saying goes, it's hard to persuade a ghost who's courting death with kind words. To be honest, Chen Yang was also quite eager to try out the effects of the "Patrol Banner," so he immediately grabbed the "Patrol Banner" and shook it gently!
Wow!

A chilling wind howled, and black mist billowed!
The embroidered skull on the "parade banner" seemed to come alive in that instant, flying out directly from the billowing black mist and swallowing Yang Shuai whole in one gulp.

Yang Shuai only had time to shout "Holy crap!" before everything went black and the world spun around him. When he landed again, he found himself in a strange space.

Before him stood a mountain.

A mountain of knives of unknown height appeared, and all that could be seen on the mountain were countless blades. Before Yang Shuai could react, a cold wind blew and carried him to the top of the mountain of knives.

His hands and feet were pierced by the blade, and the intense pain caused his whole body to convulse, but his body continued to climb up the mountain as if out of control.

He wanted to scream!

But when he thought of the boast he had just made in front of Chen Yang, he quickly tied a knot in his tongue and stuffed it into his mouth!

Step by step, using both hands and feet, they climbed up the mountain of knives, stepping on the sharp edges of the blades!

"I'm a ghost... what's a mere mountain of knives compared to that?"

"........."

Since Chen Yang is in charge of the "Patrol Banner," he can naturally "see" the scene inside the banner.

"Good guy!"

"That bastard Yang Shuai usually seems so unreliable, how come he has such a strong will?"

"You wouldn't utter a sound even if you were to go through fire and water?"

"If that's the case... then the matter of granting him a title can be put on the agenda. I currently possess the standard magical artifacts used by underworld ghost messengers: the mourning staff, the soul-locking chain, and the ghost messenger's decree. As long as Lord Cui approves, it will be fine to register him in the underworld's divine register!"

Inside the procession banners.

After his hands and feet were pierced countless times, Yang Shuai finally climbed to the top of the mountain of knives.

He trembled, feeling as if he were about to die, and couldn't help but think, "So this is how terrifying the eighteen levels of hell are... This is just a simulation of the hell of knives, if it were real, what would happen?"

No wonder that bastard Black Mountain Demon would rather die than be captured by Old Chen.

In a flash of thought, Yang Shuai shouted to the sky, "Old Chen, I've had my fill... The parade banners and the eighteen levels of hell were just so-so. Let me out... Holy crap!"

Before he could finish speaking, the scene before him suddenly changed!
The mountain of knives vanished, replaced by a dark world filled with eerie energy and burning will-o'-the-wisps.

Yang Shuai tried to move, but found himself seemingly frozen in place.

He saw...

Two ghost soldiers emerged from the darkness.

A ghost soldier was thin and two meters tall, with reddish skin, and held a pair of iron pliers in his hand.

One of the ghost soldiers was only about 1.5 meters tall, but he was round and chubby, and his skin had a strange bluish color. He was holding a pair of scissors in his hand!

"........."

Yang Shuai's eyes were filled with fear as he exclaimed, "What are you going to do?"

His tongue sticks out as soon as he speaks!

brush!
The red-faced demon's iron pliers were steady, accurate, and ruthless, clamping down on Yang Shuai's tongue in an instant!
Yang Shuai's eyes widened suddenly!
The red-faced demon then began to exert force, pulling and pulling relentlessly...

They stretched Yang Shuai's tongue more than three feet long.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch... I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!!!"

When Yang Shuai saw the ghostly figure with scissors, snip-snip-snip, approaching to cut off his tongue, he couldn't hold back any longer and shouted, "Old Chen, save me..."

brush!
The next moment, the world spun around, and Yang Shuai was already inside the funeral home.

Still shaken, he stuck out his tongue and touched it, finding it completely unharmed, before bursting into tears.

"woo woo woo woo……"

"Old Chen... I was terrified! This hell of exorcism is too scary!"

Chen Yang suppressed a laugh and said, "The eighteen levels of hell in the procession banner are not the real Hell of Exile. To be precise, it is an illusion. You don't need to be afraid."

Gu Jinghui and Cat Master were also startled by Yang Shuai's crying and came downstairs.

When Gu Jinghui heard about this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Cat Lord then slid down and knelt in front of Chen Yang, loudly proclaiming, "Congratulations on your advancement in divine rank, Your Excellency! From now on, you will patrol the mortal realm daily, monitoring good and evil, exorcising evil spirits and protecting life!"

This guy……

They do understand social etiquette.

"Get up."

Chen Yang was in a great mood after being promoted, and immediately inquired about the live broadcast.

Cat Lord exclaimed excitedly, "Lord Day Wanderer, my trial broadcast today was a great success! The total number of viewers exceeded 110 million, and the revenue from various gifts, tips, and sound waves exceeded 18. In particular, many fans really like me!"

"Sir, what should we do next?"

Chen Yang said, "I'll continue updating the videos and livestream for an hour every night... The sample of the statue I ordered will arrive tomorrow. If it meets the requirements, I'll have the manufacturer mass-produce it, and then I can start selling it."

Cat Lord was excited at the thought that his statue of the "Nine Netherworld Patrol Envoy" would be sold to every household, receive offerings and sacrifices, and gain a lot of incense power.

"My Lord Day Wanderer, I prepared some crayfish for my livestream today." "It's so late... I'll go make you some crayfish. Would you like garlic or spicy?"

Chen Yang: "One for each of us."

Cat went upstairs, lit the fire, put out the pot, and heated the oil. In no time, two steaming, delicious-looking crayfish dishes were ready.

Eat and drink enough.

Chen Yang continued his cultivation.

Gu Jinghui tried to learn how to draw talismans, but he couldn't get the hang of it, so he went to Chen Yang for advice.

"........."

Chen Yang was utterly speechless...

What am I?
It's a ghost official from the underworld. Have you ever heard of ghostly talismans?
Of course, he couldn't say such things out loud, so he made up a story: "The art of drawing talismans requires a certain talent, as well as diligent study and practice day after day, year after year. In short... one must work hard to cultivate!"

soon.

Its daybreak.

From the kitchen on the second floor, came the sound of Cat making breakfast.

Chen Yang opened the shop, stretched, and just as he lit a cigarette...

A black minivan stopped in front of the store.

Two middle-aged women and a boy who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old got off the bus.

The boy took a wheelchair from the trunk, and he and a haggard-looking woman carried a middle-aged man out of the back seat.

One of the middle-aged women saw Chen Yang and exclaimed with delight, “It’s him…it’s him! He’s the master who said my brother was going to die that day!”

"Is he Master Chen?"

"So young?"

Another woman glanced at Chen Yang, and couldn't help but feel surprised.

She didn't doubt the authenticity of this "Master Chen," after all, they found out the address of "Master Chen" from the "hat uncles" at the municipal government office, and even the "hat uncles" spoke highly of "Master Chen"!

Not to mention…

She had already predicted more than half a month ago that her husband's life was nearing its end!

The boy was a junior high school student. At that age, children are most likely to believe in science. He didn't believe in these "superstitious" things at all, but his mother and aunt had repeatedly told him to be careful on the way there.

For his father's sake, he pushed the wheelchair to Chen Yang, knelt down with a thud, and kowtowed, saying, "Master Chen, please save my father!"

"........."

Chen Yang recognized the middle-aged man in the wheelchair and the middle-aged woman.

Shanshui Village...

Fang Wenhe's son and daughter, also known as "Principal Fang".

His son's name was something like Fang... Fang Jun.

Chen Yang glanced at "Fang Jun" sitting in the wheelchair, frowned slightly, and asked, "What's going on? How come he's still not dead?"

Fang Jun's body was covered in a dense gray "death aura".

It was not far from the deathly aura emanating from Qi Ruifeng, the abbot of the Five Sacred Mountains Temple in Gucheng that day!
This means he should have died a few days ago!

Although he was unconscious at this moment, he was not dead.

"you……"

The boy looked up at Chen Yang, clearly displeased, but remembering his mother and aunt's instructions and for the sake of his father's life, he could only suppress his anger and ask, "Master Chen, what do you mean?"

Chen Yang looked at the boy.

He also saw wisps of gray death energy in the boy.

These deathly energies are very thin, but they have already manifested.

"How can such a young child possess an aura of death?"

Chen Yang was initially puzzled, but then his eyes flashed and he guessed the reason for the matter. He turned to the two middle-aged women and said, "You found someone... to prolong Fang Jun's life?"

"No...no!"

The two women quickly shook their heads, indicating that they were just housewives and had no idea what they were talking about.
It was also said that Fang Jun suddenly fell ill on the seventh day after the old man's funeral. He had been examined at major hospitals and it was said that his organs had failed to varying degrees, but the doctors were helpless and could not treat his illness at all.

But Chen Yang still noticed a hint of something strange and unnatural in their eyes.

Instead of exposing him on the spot, Chen Yang said, "Alright, come in first."

Fang Jun's death was due to his fate, the end of his lifespan!
As a ghost official in the underworld, Chen Yang couldn't just extend someone's life casually, so he wouldn't have even frowned if Fang Jun had died in the shop. But things are different now.

We entered the store.

Chen Yang pulled up a chair and sat down, pointing to the boy pushing the wheelchair, and asked, "Is this Fang Jun's son? Is he sixteen years old?"

"Fifteen... such a beautiful age, like a flower in full bloom. What a pity, what a pity... he won't be long before he dies!"

"what?"

The boy's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Master Chen... Master Chen, are you joking?"

His mother and aunt's expressions changed drastically.

Chen Yang stared at Fang Jun's sister and wife and said, "Tell me... what method did you use to prolong Fang Jun's life? Who taught you this method..."

"Don't the people who taught you know that this evil practice requires the lives of your own closest relatives as the price?"

Pointing at the boy, Chen Yang said, "If this continues, your son will die a violent death in less than a month!"

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PS: Thank you to Ah-Zhong from Hsinchu for the 1000 points, and thank you to Bullhead Pure Love Warrior for the 500 points!
(End of this chapter)