Douluo Continent: Reincarnated as the Rock King Emperor, Wandering the Mortal World

Chapter 345: Meng Po

Is it any different from the place you go after you die?

Tang San understands the underworld better than many, many, even 100% of the people in the underworld.

If the King of Hell decrees your death at midnight, who dares to keep you alive until dawn?

In Tang San's previous world, Yama, Black and White Impermanence, the Gate of Hell, and the Road to the Underworld were not unfamiliar terms.

They inexplicably arrived at the "Gates of Hell," and even said it was no different from being dead?

"Once you reach the Killing City, trust no one. Everyone is an enemy!"

Tang Hao's words echoed in his ears, and a flash of understanding appeared in Tang San's eyes.

This must be fake; it's all a hoax!

"Aren't you afraid of retribution for such blasphemous acts against the underworld?"

Tang San spoke up and questioned him.

Even he wouldn't dare to blaspheme the gods like that, let alone a place like the underworld.

"Desecrating the underworld?"

The two looked at each other, and after a glance, they saw a look of bewilderment in each other's eyes.

They are public officials in the underworld; the sins they were to be judged for have long been redeemed.

Even if they actually end up on the ground, they have nothing to fear. They might even be considered as having work experience and become actual staff members.

Thinking of this, the two smiled knowingly.

"What we are doing is clearing the sins of those who committed serious crimes in their lifetime, so that they will not be sentenced too harshly in the afterlife."

As if struck by a sudden thought, one of them said impatiently, "Why bother talking so much to a mere kid?"

"Let's take him to the judge first."

"Um."

Tang San was confused by these words and didn't understand what the two people meant.

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, who were hiding in the shadows, were equally bewildered.

The Killing City, once littered with corpses, is now deserted and has become even more sinister and terrifying.

This was something Tang Hao found hard to understand.

When Tang San heard the word "Judge", he was even more confused.

You should know that he was certain that there were no legends of Yama or the Underworld in the Douluo Continent.

But what appeared before him was a "fake" underworld, which left him speechless.

Since the other party wants to "play," he'll play along and see what happens.

Following silently behind the two, Tang San gradually came into view a blood-red moat. Upon seeing the moat, Tang San couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

The stench of blood hit him immediately, and without needing to say more, he knew what was going on, especially for an assassin like him.

Blood...it's all blood...

A river formed of blood, a true river of blood!

Even Tang San had never seen such a scene before. He felt that this underworld was extremely evil and should be destroyed.

"Be careful. The fact that you came here on your own initiative means you're not a good person either. What, you're intimidated by this little scene?"

One of the two leading the way spoke without changing his expression.

Upon hearing this, Tang San's eye twitched. What did he mean by saying that just because he came here on his own initiative, he must be a bad person? Wasn't he here for the God of Slaughter Domain?

He hasn't done anything wrong, so why say he's not a good person?

No, how could Tang San be a thing?

Tang San: "..."

He seemed to want to say something, his mouth slightly open, but he hesitated.

This is a dead end; he simply can't explain it.

Tang San snorted coldly and remained silent. Once he understood what this Underworld was, he would definitely kill the person who spoke!

This guy is already courting death!

"Looks like you really are a piece of trash. My judgment of people is still so accurate. What a waste of this body."

"..."

There is a bridge over the moat, shrouded in mist, giving it a mysterious feel.

On the bridge, a beautiful woman stood, her face alluring, her mere presence enough to stir the imagination.

Since it's not a formal organization, having a name at all is the greatest blessing.

Upon seeing the woman, the two men leading the way instinctively wanted to raise their heads and salute, but then they remembered something, and the fire in their hearts was immediately extinguished.

It must be said that the woman is really beautiful, and her revealing clothing always arouses the most primal desires.

But their identities, her strength...

There are some things that I wouldn't even dare to think about, let alone do!

"Greetings, Lady Meng Po!"

The two bowed to "Meng Po" with respectful expressions.

This "Meng Po" is no ordinary woman; she was once the most trusted subordinate and most capable general of the King of Slaughter.

He is a true Title Douluo!

The reason she fell into the City of Slaughter was mainly because she liked the feeling of falling into depravity; she came to the City of Slaughter voluntarily.

"Oh, a new person has arrived."

Meng Po smiled wickedly, a glint of light flashing in her eyes. This newcomer is not bad looking, but he took the initiative to come to the City of Slaughter. He might not be a good person.

Of course, she also admitted that she wasn't a good person herself.

Because some people are born evil, and she is one of them.

Upon seeing this, Tang San felt his blood rush to his head. He had never seen such a scene before.

Even back then at the Tiandou City auction house, the girls there could only be considered conservative.

But he had a feeling that the person in front of him was not simple. To be called "Meng Po" must mean that she was powerful. Otherwise, she wouldn't be standing on the Bridge of Helplessness.

Yes, this bridge is called the Bridge of Helplessness. The longer Tang San stayed in this underworld, the more he felt that this place was not simple.

There are no legends of the underworld on the Douluo Continent, but the original Slaughter City is filled with "legends" of the underworld.

Tang San was starting to doubt whether he had really arrived in the underworld, especially with the blood-red sun in the sky making him even more lost in thought.

It was eerie, sinister, and exuded evil, yet it appeared remarkably clean.

"It's been a long time since any new customers have come, and my soup hasn't sold in ages either."

"Young man, would you like to have a couple more bowls?"

Meng Po smiled wickedly, her eyes revealing three parts expectation, three parts disdain, and four parts indifference.

She felt that the underworld was much more interesting than the killing capital she used to live in.

Especially when welcoming newlyweds.

It would be even better if people came every day.

Unfortunately, perhaps because the outside world is too peaceful, the number of visitors to the Killing City has decreased significantly.

Tang San's eyes twitched slightly. If he hadn't felt that the person in front of him was somewhat terrifying, he would have directly said that the other party had a way to die.

Should I drink two more bowls of "Meng Po" soup?

Did he say he wanted to drink?

Having arrived here, he had no idea what was going on, so how could he possibly drink soup randomly?

Furthermore, given that the "Meng Po" before him was indeed somewhat "strange," it was even less likely that he would...

"Kid, anyone who comes here must drink the Meng Po soup. If you don't, hehe!"

"You don't want to know what happens next!"

"The last person who relied on their strength to try to avoid drinking the Meng Po soup is now merging with the Yellow Springs below."

(End of this chapter)