Stepping on the demon door, the witch becomes the strongest

Chapter 859 Extra Chapter 5: Aftermath
Chen Lingyun's underworld realm has been fully formed.

Although it cannot be compared with the authentic underworld in myths and legends, it has at least achieved a breakthrough from nothing to something, changing the original random reincarnation to planned reincarnation.

Xu Weiming is dead.

He was an ordinary martial artist who carried out many difficult missions, earning countless merits and medals, as well as a body riddled with wounds.

Finally, he died heroically in a battle with a criminal monk, dying before he could be rescued.

His soul returned to the underworld.

Xu Weiming opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by a desolate wilderness with few trees.

The sky was overcast, with only a faint, barely visible light. A cold wind blew from time to time, chilling you to the bone even through your clothes.

Clothing.

Xu Weiming looked down and realized that he had changed into his usual T-shirt without realizing it, but it was not clear in the dim background light.

This place... must be the underworld, right?
He walked aimlessly forward, crossing a low valley, until he reached a rudimentary road.

Many people stood by the roadside, appearing to be recently deceased souls, their eyes vacant, their forms emaciated, staring blankly at the end of the road.

Xu Weiming looked at the old woman beside him and asked:

"Hello, may I ask..."

The old woman ignored him, only muttering to herself as if possessed:

"The bankbook under the floorboards... My son, your mother left so suddenly, I didn't have time to tell you... You must find the bankbook under the floorboards..."

Xu Weiming had no choice but to turn his head and look at the long-haired youth on the other side, who was also talking to himself, pleading softly as if in prayer:
"...Don't look at the folders on my hard drive, whatever you do, don't look at the folders on my hard drive..."

Suddenly, lights appeared in the distance, and a bus drove up from the end of the road, its headlights so bright they made it hard to open one's eyes.

The spirits all gave way, and Xu Weiming also felt uncomfortable with the light, so he silently took half a step back.

The bus stopped in front of the crowd, and then the ticket seller's head popped out of the window, deathly pale, her voice devoid of any emotion:
"Those who need to be reincarnated, get on the bus!"

Its words seemed to have a magical power, causing the souls to involuntarily choose to obey and line up to board the bus.

Sitting in his seat, Xu Weiming looked out the window and saw that there were many other buses in the distance, driving through the wilderness with their headlights on.

They all appear to be traveling in the same direction.

The ticket seller began walking around the bus, registering everyone's name and ID number—of course, their real-life ID number.

Xu Weiming wasn't sure if anyone would deliberately lie, but when the ticket seller looked at him and asked him questions, he couldn't even muster the thought of hiding anything, and he blurted out the information truthfully.

The ticket seller returned to the driver's side and casually said:

"Everyone is here."

The driver nodded, took the car microphone from beside him, and said:
"Bus No. 31497 reports, carrying 80 passengers, requesting entry."

A voice quickly came through the microphone:
"Gate of Hell received, entry approved, please follow vehicle dispatch."

Xu Weiming had keen hearing and listened silently to the conversation in front of him before turning his gaze to the window.

A formidable pass appeared ahead.

The majestic pass and towering city walls are incredibly magnificent. Looking up, one cannot see the rooftops; looking to the sides, one cannot see the end. Only endless rows of blue bricks stand out, appearing even more awe-inspiring and terrifying on the boundless plain.

Passenger buses lined up around the area, waiting to enter the country. Ghostly soldiers were on duty, constantly running around and communicating with the drivers and conductors of each bus.

Suddenly, a ghost soldier boarded the bus and said something to the conductor.

The flight attendant turned around and called out in a sinister voice:

"Xu Weiming! Come out!"

Xu Weiming sensed something was wrong and quickly got up to pull the car window, but the window remained unmoved.

In desperation, he angrily slammed his elbow into the glass, but the glass was as hard as refined iron, and the rebound force almost shattered his arm bone—if souls also had physical bones.

Seeing that he was about to run away, the flight attendant rushed over in three steps, her hands already forming a hand seal. She shouted "Duh!" and pointed at his forehead, and Xu Weiming was immediately unable to move.

Two ghost soldiers hurriedly boarded the carriage, but instead scolded the conductor:
"Don't be rude! This is a distinguished guest specifically requested to be entertained. If you offend him... you'll be in big trouble!"

The flight attendant was horrified upon hearing this and quickly unleashed the spell on Xu Weiming, apologizing profusely.

Xu Weiming, however, remained calm. He simply stretched his limbs and, under the astonished and bewildered gazes of the passengers, tentatively asked:
"No need for apologies. Since you say I'm a distinguished guest, you should at least tell me who the other party is, right?"

The two ghost soldiers refused to speak, claiming that they "dared not offend your name, sir," and instead respectfully helped Xu Weiming off the bus and onto a special car that would take him directly to Fengdu City.

Upon arriving in Fengdu City, Xu Weiming was invited to stay at the Reincarnation Hotel. The waiter told him that only virtuous people could stay at this hotel, and the room number was determined by the amount of merit accumulated in their previous life, with the higher the floor, the more immeasurable the merit.

Good people can rest here and reincarnate the next day. The hotel will arrange a special VIP channel for them. Before reincarnation, they will drink Meng Po soup. In their next life, they can choose from various family combinations that will provide them with food and clothing. Even the height, weight, appearance, and gender of each person can be customized.

Xu Weiming looked at his room key, which indicated the top floor, and asked in confusion:
"Are you sure you didn't give this room key to the wrong person?"

"No." The waiter smiled and bowed to him. "Protecting the country and its people is the highest form of merit, unparalleled." The waiters escorted the bewildered Xu Weiming to his room, then turned back to report.

Inside the city lord's mansion, Yan Yu received news that Xu Weiming had been properly taken care of, which put his mind at ease.

"Aren't you going to see him?" Chen Lingyun hugged him from behind and said with a smile.

"No." Yan Yu was slightly tempted, but quickly shook his head. "He doesn't know me in this life, and he's about to be reincarnated. There's no need to bother him."

Although Yan Yu didn't say much, Chen Lingyun guessed that Xu Weiming was probably a comrade-in-arms from before his rebirth, so she patiently comforted him, saying:

"You must accept this reality: there is a difference between immortals and mortals, and lifespan has its limits. All those you are close to will leave you sooner or later."

"Only we will always be with you."

"Your way of comforting your husband is quite unique," Yan Yu said, glancing at her sideways.

"I'm just telling the truth," Chen Lingyun said with a smile.

Now, several decades have passed since the Yamata no Orochi was completely destroyed.

The parents are getting old. Although there are elixirs to prolong their lives, they are inevitably entering the final countdown of their lives.

The children have all grown up and started their own careers and families.

Therefore, after careful consideration, Yan Yu and his wives ultimately chose to retire, downplay their influence in secular society, and try to avoid high-profile appearances in media publicity.

To use an online analogy, the cultivators of the Lu Kingdom's era were like the Lu Kingdom's nuclear arsenal from an even earlier time. You would never know how powerful or outrageous the various weapons inside were; if you asked, the answer would be "enough," and if you asked further, the answer would be "no comment."

But they do exist, not only deterring potential hostile forces against the people of Lu, but also continuing to safeguard the stable progress of Lu's chariot on its established track.

As for the days when I don't need protection? Of course, I spend them entertaining my wives.

Zhao Yuanzhen has recently become obsessed with mahjong for some reason, and she often drags her girlfriends to play with her.

Under Xie Ruoxi's encouragement and instigation, she announced that from now on, mahjong would no longer use cash as chips (after all, everyone present was not short of money), but instead would use the clothes they were wearing.

Of course, if you lose all these chips, you will have to accept the ultimate punishment—I won't go into the specifics, but it will naturally be related to Yan Yu.

Yan Yu protested, but was ignored by everyone. In Zhou Hongyu's words, "If you can still hold back after we've all lost all our chips, we might let you off the hook."

But can I really hold back? Even if I really muster up the willpower to hold back, it will only arouse another layer of suspicion... So it's better to just cooperate with them.

Eight people sat around two tables playing mahjong. Chen Lingyun happened to be free and, having heard about Xu Weiming's obituary, took the opportunity to handle the funeral arrangements for Yan Yu's comrade-in-arms from his previous life.

"Speaking of which," she said with a smile, "Sister Zhao seems to have forgotten to mention, if we get a bye, does it count as a win or a loss?"

"You'd better not even think about taking me on one-on-one," Yan Yu said lazily. "Have you forgotten how miserable and pathetic you were last time?"

"Of course I remember," Chen Lingyun said sweetly. "Actually, I didn't want to beat you."

"I just really wanted to."

Yan Yu frowned as he stared at her delicate and beautiful face, and couldn't help but recall the sweet times he had spent with her in his previous life.

It is said that even a day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of kindness. Although we had a long-standing feud in our past life, we were also bound by a deep connection.

It's time to make complete reconciliation with her from my past life.

"Alright," Yan Yu said. "Do you want to wait for them, or come with me first?"

"Why share when you can have it all to yourself?" Chen Lingyun hugged his arm.

The two entered the bedroom, and Yan Yu was about to take off his clothes when he suddenly heard someone call his name from behind:
"Yan Yu!"

He turned around and was bumped into by Anna, falling backward onto the bed.

Why is my true energy not circulating properly? Oh no, it's the witch's curse!
"Haha! You've fallen for it!" Anna pinned his body down, then turned to Chen Lingyun and said, "Come quickly and help me hold his hands and feet down. My curse can only seal his true energy, it can't drain his strength!"

“Okay.” Chen Lingyun showed no surprise, clearly having planned it all along.

"Lingyun, you tricked me!" Yan Yu shouted.

"Don't waste your energy struggling." Anna laughed. "Take care of me and Lingyun first. We still have to deal with them later. You'd better save your energy now."

"It's alright," Chen Lingyun said casually. "We've tried seven or eight, but we couldn't take him down. He has plenty of stamina."

"How about going straight for double digits this time?" Anna asked eagerly.

"Agreed." Chen Lingyun simply smiled.

Yan Yu wanted to say something more, but his mouth had been sealed shut and he couldn't speak.

Outside the window, a steep and biting wind swept across the land of the underworld, yet it could not penetrate the walls protected by the seals.

The room was warm and cozy, with beautiful music occasionally playing, like the clear and melodious song of a lark, carrying an intoxicating magic.

Until everyone was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)