A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Unfortunately, Bray only needed to turn to the side to dodge this attack, and then stabbed the Yellow Springs Guardian in the chest with a backhand strike.

The sensation from the sword tip told me that beneath Bray's cloak lay dense bone.

It didn't pierce the ribs, but rather the body that was simply made up of a pile of bones.

“Next.” Bray pulled hard on his wrist, yanking the longsword outward from inside the body of the Underworld Guardian.

With a loud crash, amidst countless scattered bones, the guardian of the underworld was killed by a single sword strike.

But Bray did not sheathe his sword; instead, he stared at yet another guardian of the underworld ahead.

With a thrust of his sword, he turned and yanked the blade away, instantly disintegrating a guardian of the underworld.

With each step and each strike of the sword, the monsters that crawled out of the river were often slain on the spot after letting out a long howl to the sky.

Bray didn't know what the other party's abilities were, nor did he want to know.

If you can kill your opponent, why wait for them to make a move?

"Phew." He let out a long breath.

Swinging a sword continuously without stopping will eventually get tiring, but you'll recover quickly.

Bray raised his sword at an angle, his attention focused on the scattered bones on the ground.

The skeletons, along with the tattered black robes and rusty metal, create a very unique style.

Unfortunately, Bray didn't appreciate the aesthetic of this unique design.

After one of these monsters from the underworld was killed, several more crawled out from the rushing river beside them.

In a sense, these monsters were quite good swimmers; at least Bray himself didn't think he could climb out of such a fast-flowing river.

“I thought they would disappear.” Bray crouched down and examined the monsters that had already been defeated.

Bray originally thought that this underworld would only contain the dead, but he didn't expect to encounter something like this.

Moreover, it must be said that the Yellow Springs Guardians' attire is very similar to that of the Soul Reapers.

Perhaps their clothing was modeled after these monsters, who knows?

Just when Bray thought no more monsters would suddenly appear, a murderous intent emanated from above.

He moved aside and retreated a few meters.

The next second, the spot where he had been standing was smashed open with a loud bang.

"..." Bray glanced at the dark figure in front of him, then glanced at the spot where the other party had jumped over.

How did this guy jump over those lights above his head?

No matter how you look at it, you can't fit a person inside a single lamp.

The fact that the attackers who ambushed Bray were also Underworld Guardians, and that their attire was similar to that of the Deathbringers, proves Bray's conjecture.

Of course, this guy's weapon wasn't a sickle, but huge iron nails.

It was a brutal tool that could pin a prisoner hard to the judge's bench.

The bloodstains on the nail told everyone that someone had used it to do such a thing.

"Death...die..."

Upon hearing the monster speak, Bray raised an eyebrow.

He was surprised by two things.

First, the Yellow Springs Guardian spoke; second, there was the hoarse female voice.

“To die...to become a part of the underworld…” the underworld guardian said in an unusually hoarse voice.

He pulled the huge iron nail from the ground and then charged at it with an exceptionally savage manner.

As He accelerated, the metal armor on His body emitted a series of crisp clanging sounds, like warhorses galloping across a battlefield.

"What exactly are you?" Bray asked the guardian of the underworld, narrowing his eyes.

"What...is it?"

“They are the dead…the guardians of the underworld who maintain order…” The underworld guardian spoke as if he were reading a prepared script.

"The mission is... to kill those who trespass into the forbidden area..."

While listening to the other party's words read aloud, Bray skillfully dodged the madman's chaotic attacks.

"Death...Only the dead are allowed in the underworld...Die die die die die die die!"

Finally, after hearing the Underworld Guardian repeat a single word, Bray stopped dodging.

The dialogue was established, but it could only go so far. No matter what was said next, the monster would only have one word left to say.

It was almost as if they had come out on purpose to tell themselves this fact.

Bray closed his right eye.

The other party was undoubtedly a dead person, just like those undead.

However, in his mind's eye, Bray could also see something else, a quality completely different from the "color" of the dead.

He simply couldn't determine what it was.

It's like seeing a certain insect but not necessarily knowing its scientific name.

Bray was helpless in the face of this.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to die a second time." Bray said expressionlessly as he slashed out with his sword.

The sword skimmed along the edge of the iron nail, creating countless sparks from the friction.

The iron nail was forcefully knocked from the Yellow Springs Guardian's hand, and the cold sword landed on the monster's neck.

The skull flew out without a trace of blood.

After its head was severed, the monster's lower body took several steps forward, but before it could get close, it was shattered by the second sword strike that followed.

"I've been walking all this way without coming out, but here so many have suddenly appeared?" Bray muttered to himself.

Is this considered a welcoming ceremony?

Considering that the golden seed was almost certainly behind his impending doom, Bray had reason to believe that this was a welcoming party sent by the other side.

After standing there for a while, Bray made sure no monsters appeared before walking towards the huge stone bridge and crossing the entire river.

Walking along the river feels completely different from crossing a large river.

Although one could feel a strong sense of death while by the river, the feeling was even stronger when crossing it.

It was as if I were walking step by step toward the fact that I was "dying".

The decaying wind, the sound of the river in my ears, even seem to have the power to wash away one's memories.

Unfortunately, Bray has experienced this sense of memory fading all too well.

After shaking his head slightly, he regained his composure and continued walking forward.

Then, when he walks on the bridge, he will find that some ghosts will suddenly appear around him.

They were heading in the opposite direction from Bray, as if they were coming from another direction and intending to merge into the vast horde of undead.

"So this is the right direction after all?" Bray glanced sideways at the undead passing by him.

However, it would be better if I walked in the opposite direction, as that would mean I was heading towards the "entrance".

As the saying goes, what goes in is what comes out.

Bray held onto the edge, looking at the long bridge, wondering how long it would take to reach the end.

As he pondered how long it would take to reach the other side, an uninvited guest told him that he needed to consider other matters.

"Boom!" Countless waves erupted from the surface of the river.

A huge black fish poked its head out of the river and stared at Bray with its grayish-white eyes.

This fish is very interesting. Although it is a fish, it has many characteristics of other animals, such as wolves, eagles, and snakes.

The most peculiar thing is that he was wearing a straw hat, the kind that only fishermen would wear.

River water kept dripping from the straw hat, and twisting things kept emerging from the water.

"You've gone the wrong way, dead man," the giant fish said in an old woman's voice.

These words seemed relatively amicable, but the giant fish's tone was actually very firm, conveying the command to "turn around immediately."

“Yes, I know.” Bray didn’t hear the giant fish’s off-screen message, so he nodded obediently.

He knew it was against him, which is why he left so confidently.

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P.S.: I just moved to a new city and haven't gotten my computer yet, so I can only update this chapter on my phone. After saying "Yeah, I know," Bray waved to the giant fish and continued walking forward.

He had no intention of fighting with a big fish he didn't know and that hadn't attacked him.

After all, this is a battle that is completely not worth it.

"..." Bray's disregard for his actions startled the large fish, which stood frozen in place for a long time.

He is a being in this river, neither alive nor dead.

This bridge is a one-way street, and His mission is to ensure that no one goes against the flow.

At the same time, it is also He who "ferryes the spirits across the void" that washes away the memories of the deceased.

Kong Meng can be considered a silver species, but strictly speaking, it isn't, because it cannot be said to be a living being.

He was created by Dizoka and is something that can only move in the underworld; He has never died, but has never lived.

Kongmeng is that strange existence, neither born nor dying, in the blurred line between life and death.

The underworld cannot accommodate the living, so the big fish could have initially thought that Bray was not a dead person.

But Bray's reaction made Him stare at the other person repeatedly.

"Are you alive?" the giant fish asked in a muffled, thunderous voice, opening its mouth.

As before, the tone was firm and did not allow for refusal to answer.

“Yes, it’s alive.” Bray paused, glanced at the giant fish, and responded.

He didn't understand why the fish would ask him such a simple question, since he looked like a living person.

Despite his dead fish eyes and listless appearance, he managed to blend into the horde of the undead for a while—

But that doesn't mean he's dead; he's alive and well now.

That's why he said this issue is very problematic.

"Really...alive..."

"That's a real pity, the Yellow Springs don't allow living things to exist!" As soon as he finished speaking, the giant fish leaped out of the river and swooped down on Bray.

Once Kongmeng was fully exposed above the water, its terrifying size was fully revealed to Bray.

It was a fish as big as half a stone bridge; it was hard to imagine that this river could hold such a prehistoric giant fish.

Bray retreated quite a distance to avoid being directly hit and killed.

It's worth mentioning that the giant fish, with its power capable of breaching city walls, couldn't even budge this bridge.

Countless drops of river water splashed up, and Bree moved his feet, trying to avoid getting wet.

The dense river water was flung away by a single sword strike from Lei.

Bray had already witnessed the river's strangeness firsthand and had no desire to know what would happen if he got wet in it.

It might be peaceful, or it might be a big disaster. To be on the safe side, it's best to avoid it if possible.

After Kongmeng's fish tail slapped against the bridge, it generated a huge recoil force, which propelled him back into the river.

But after Kong Meng returned to the river, he decisively dived into the water and emerged from the surface a few seconds later.

Unlike before, He had just slurped up a large mouthful of river water.

"Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" At this moment, the turbid river water swept across the bridge from one side to the other like a water cannon.

Where the water cannon sweeps, the wails of the dead will be heard, and limbs yearning for release will emerge from the puddles.

Faced with such an unreasonable offensive, Bray could only crouch down, hunching over.