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Chapter 457 The Underworld! A Blood-Soaked Hell

Chapter 457 The Underworld! A Blood-Soaked Hell (13)

Zheng Zha spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then, he leaned on his long sword and looked at the world that resembled a sea of blood.

On the boundless, blood-red ocean, towering waves surged.

At the same time, a misty fog permeated the area.

If an ordinary person were to step into the fog, even a tiny bit of it would corrode them to the point of being nothing but bones.

The blood-red figures standing indistinctly amidst the waves are the vengeful ghosts of this world.

Densely packed, countless.

The underworld, the thirteenth level.

A world of blood.

"This is really unexpected," Zheng Zha said with a bitter face.

"Taking one step forward is fraught with difficulties."

Although Zhu Wen had consulted a divination beforehand about the outcome of the trip, the divination result was "If there are a thousand mountains, they can be leveled."

It is a rare "auspicious" hexagram after entering this world.

But the underworld is a place where all sorts of terrifying, vicious, and incomprehensible ghosts gather.

They may still have the power to interfere with Zhu Wen's divination results.

Maybe they're just luring them in to kill them.

Now it seems that this sign is becoming increasingly clear.

A wrecked bus floats above a sea of blood.

Below is a grave that is constantly collapsing.

Luo Qian's face was sallow, and pieces of his skin had peeled off, revealing the soil beneath.

He said in a hoarse voice, "I remember now, this is the Blood Sea Hell."

Zhang Dong sat in his seat, his cold gaze sweeping over the scarlet figure before him.

This glaring red color inevitably reminded him of when he was thirteen years old, when he followed Uncle Zhuang into Peach Blossom Spring and faced the terrifying Goddess of the Luo River.

This ghost possesses more than a dozen terrifying supernatural abilities. Even among the most vengeful ghosts he has ever faced in his life, Luo Shen would rank among the top five.

It even gave rise to two extremely powerful ghost tamers during the Republic of China era.

Meng Xiaodong.

Moon Lotus.

Zhang Dong glanced at Meng Xiaodong, who was sitting next to him and had a pale face.

Compared to Meng Xiaodong, Yue Lian was not so lucky.

Meng Xiaodong completely mastered the supernatural power of Luoshen, and even incorporated more top-level supernatural powers during her growth, so that Luoshen's supernatural power was completely absorbed and became a piece of her puzzle.

However, Yue Lian, after her resurrection as an alien, struggled with her identity for a long time.

She is Yue Lian, the second daughter of Zhao Jian, the village chief of Peach Blossom Spring.

Or is she the Goddess of the Luo River?

She remained uncertain.

The suppressive power of the Ghost Painting Ghost Domain made Yue Lian one of the top ghost tamers during the Republic of China era.

But the more vengeful spirits she imprisoned, the more the abnormality in her body became apparent.

Finally, the goddess Luo revived within her body, causing a horrific massacre.

Finally, as Uncle Zhuang's warning proved true, Li Qingzhi dismembered the ghostly paintings on her body, and Zhang Dong personally suppressed Yue Lian.

Inside the Zhang family's old residence.

A strange, ancient tree has appeared.

Sometimes Zhang Dong wondered what would have happened if he hadn't insisted on saving Yue Lian.

She will die peacefully, carrying with her the memories of Sun Sanlang and Sister Zhao.

Then Yue Lian wouldn't have suffered such a terrifying and desperate life, vividly experiencing being replaced by Luo Shen, powerless to do anything about it, ultimately killing the people of an entire city before being suppressed by her former friend.

But who can really explain such things?
During Zhang Dong's more than 100 years, he witnessed far too many such things.

No matter how young and promising, or how brave and righteous, anyone who gets involved with vengeful ghosts will not have a good ending.

This is also why he insists that all top-tier ghost tamers sever their supernatural powers after death and complete their own funerals, so that they do not have the opportunity to become evil spirits that harm the local area.

"Big brother," Meng Xiaodong said softly.

"Luo Qian can't hold on any longer."

Zhang Bohua also said, "Luo Qian's physical condition is already very poor. It won't be long before his supernatural abilities resurface."

Zhang Dong also understood that his old brother was about to face the end of his life.

Only by taking action ourselves can we pull him out of this predicament.

Zhang Dong raised his hand, about to wave it at the sea of blood outside.

But Luo Qian grabbed him and shook his head, saying, "It's not time yet."

"My brother's condition is limited; he must be kept going until he reaches an even deeper hell."

"Otherwise, our trip would be in vain."

"Meaningless."

Zhang Dong looked intently at Luo Qian.

His expression was indifferent; he was no longer the passionate thirteen-year-old boy who would be affected by external emotions.

Having spent over a century surrounded by the supernatural, his heart had hardened even more than that of a vengeful ghost.

Even so, he was overcome with indescribable sadness at the impending departure of his old friend.

Zhang Dong began, "Luo Qian, I can still—"

Luo Qian said in a deep voice, "Big Brother!"

“You should save your strength to deal with that terrifying vengeful spirit, instead of wasting it in this sea of blood.”

“I have had enough. I can go into the underworld with you before I die and finish the work that I did decades ago.”

"I have no regrets about dying!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely drag you across this sea of blood."

Li Qingzhi sighed.

In this world of blood, he couldn't help even if he wanted to.

Zhang Baihua's aged face was calm as he took out a packet of traditional Chinese medicine from his medicine box.

"What is this thing again?" Luo Qian glanced sideways, his eyes filled with only dark pupils, like a real vengeful ghost.

Zhang Baihua said, "Poison."

"After one hour, you will die from being pierced by ten thousand ghosts. But the effect is that within one hour, no matter how you use supernatural methods, you will not be revived."

"It can even significantly enhance your supernatural abilities."

"Good stuff!" Luo Qian laughed.

Without hesitation, he opened the medicine packet and drank it all in one gulp.

Soon, the skin on his face peeled off piece by piece, and his whole body had turned into a human shape made of grave soil.

Luo Wensong's face was gloomy. He, who loved to banter with Luo Qian, didn't say a word at this moment.

He also understood that this was their fate: if they didn't die in their beds, they would die on the battlefield.

If they die in the underworld, their supernatural abilities can be buried there, which is a good end for them.

Luo Qian laughed heartily: "In this world, I can quell a sea of blood!"

Countless mounds of earth fell from the sky, forming a long passageway in front of the bus.

Old Qin sighed and stepped on the gas.

The dilapidated bus swayed and wobbled as it drove forward.

But the act of opening a passage through the sea of blood caused it to boil over completely.

As if a giant beast was stirring up the depths, the sea of blood began to surge, with towering waves constantly washing over the grave soil, sweeping chunks of grave soil into the sea.

At the same time, terrifying ghosts emerged from the sea and leaped onto the grave mound, climbing upwards.

The vengeful ghost was trapped in the grave soil and was quickly buried, but the sea of blood would also erode the grave soil in the same way.

The two forces eroded each other, and the entire path made of grave soil trembled constantly.

"Nothing more than that!"

Luo Qian made a desperate decision, pouring all his supernatural abilities and determination into it. But the sea of blood was a hellish place, teeming with endless vengeful ghosts.

Like a tsunami, it kept surging towards the lone boat in the raging waves.

Zheng Zha stood at the front of the carriage with a knife, while Zhao Ying stood guard at the rear.

Zheng Zha turned around and said, "Ying Kong, the rest is up to you."

"Be careful, if we get dragged into a sea of blood, I'm afraid our bodies won't be able to withstand it."

"whee."

Black runes appeared on Zhao Yingkong's face. She smiled, but her eyes were icy cold.

"Zheng Zha, worry about yourself."

"Just some vengeful ghosts."

The countless army of vengeful ghosts finally broke free from the entanglement of the grave soil. One ghost stepped on the head of its companion and leaped up, pouncing towards Zhao Yingkong.

Without moving, she grabbed the ghost's head and, as the incantation flashed, a terrifying annihilation effect shattered some of the dark runes.

The imbalance of the dark runes caused the ghost's form to become unstable, and it immediately fell into the sea of blood.

"Awesome!" Zheng Zha gave a thumbs up.

In her mind, Zhao Yingkong said to the somewhat withdrawn Biao Yingkong, "I told you, in this situation, only I can help."

"Don't argue with me."

"Why don't you speak?"

Are you still feeling unwell?

"Shut up," Sakura replied coldly.

"Hehehe." Ri Sakura didn't miss the chance to tease Biao Sakura.

"You've misunderstood everything. Nobody ever said I was a demon. Can't you accept the fact that you have a second personality?"

"Zhao Yingkong!" Zhao Yingkong was somewhat embarrassed and angry.

"You old woman!!"

"I told you to shut up!"

Li Yingkong laughed even harder: "Who are you calling an old woman?"

“I’m the same age as you.”

"No, I'm younger than you."

“I was only 12 years old when I died.”

"You're the one who's a fifteen-year-old old woman!"

"And based on the doctor's behavior in the dream, are you sure he's not a lolicon like Zheng Zha?"

"His attention to Ruikong is very unusual!"

"Shut up, that's impossible!" Sakura was furious.

"The PhD is not that kind of person."

"That's right, he might prefer a more mature older woman, like Ming Yanwei."

"Does he like gentle, delicate girls like Zhu Wen?"

"Could it be that he's also a breast fetishist, liking big-breasted cows like Zhan Lan?"

Hyou Sakura fell silent again; she didn't want to speak and even felt embarrassed and angry.

He had made a huge misunderstanding, mistaking the main personality for a demon, and tried every means to get rid of her, even thinking that the doctor was bewitched by the demon.

I never imagined that I was the one who was counterfeiting.

It wasn't until she entered the nightmare space and into a deeper level of dream that she understood the whole story.

I am the one who started it all.

Zhao Zhuikong is truly innocent.

He took the blame for the crime of killing all his companions.

Even so, Biao Yingkong did not feel any sympathy for Zhao Zhuikong.

I don’t know if she’s already an independent soul, but Riyo Sora’s memories seem to be the cause and effect of her previous life.

This made it difficult for her to empathize with the character.

She had no liking for Zhao Zhuikong, who was mentally unstable and frequently had seizures; she admired the emotionally stable doctor much more.

Therefore, she had no feelings for Zhao Zhuikong at all.

Including sympathy.

She finally understood that she and Rii Sakura were no longer the same person.

They are two independent individuals.

Sakura Sora wanted to have a good talk with the Doctor, but after the nightmare, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and she could hardly see the Doctor at all.

Now the PhD student is venturing out alone.

She then joined Zheng Zha and the Seven Elders in their fight in the underworld, leaving her with no further chance.

Biao Yingkong said coldly, "You better fight properly. If it weren't for the fact that your Light of the Soul is better at dealing with vengeful spirits, you wouldn't even have a chance to come out."

“Oh dear,” Riyo Sora said with a smile.

"Have you become more assertive since becoming an independent soul?"

"But don't forget, this is my body."

"How I want to use it."

"Use it however you like."

"I could even offer some perks to PhD students."

"You!!!" Hakuo Sakura completely broke down.

While Zhao Yingkong was joking with Biao Yingkong in her mind, she calmly dealt with the vengeful ghosts.

One by one, the vengeful ghosts were easily knocked back into the sea of blood, their movements precise and efficient, without wasting much power.

Compared to Zheng Zha's side, it was much more dramatic and unpredictable.

A giant dragon-man, radiating gold, kicked the vengeful ghosts back with his bare hands. No matter how terrifying the killing patterns were, he simply endured them with his physical body, showing no concern whatsoever.

The vehicle struggled along the dirt road, swaying and rattling, while the sea of blood behind it was rapidly closing in.

The soil beneath their feet began to crumble.

At this moment, a surge began to appear ahead. Zheng Zha, with his extremely sharp eyesight, immediately saw the blood-red, terrifying tsunami composed of countless human remains, hundreds of meters high and hundreds of kilometers wide.

It swept towards the bus from the far end at an extremely fast speed.

If this were filmed, the bus would definitely fall apart.

"Guys, something's happened!" Zheng Zha shouted.

Zhang Dong said coldly, "Luo Wensong."

Luo Wensong nodded and tapped the air twice.

Suddenly, a huge gate was erected on the grave mound in front of the bus.

The doorway opened, and the bus crashed into it.

Swah——

The next moment, behind the giant wave, a doorway appeared, and the bus fell out of it.

Luo Qian slapped the floor again, and a large amount of grave soil appeared beneath the bus.

After a violent jolt, the bus landed smoothly.

Although the bus was almost falling apart, it was still able to keep running.