Panlong: From being hunted by the Four Divine Beasts

Chapter 34 The Expectation of the Lord of Death

The Netherworld Hotel is located at the foot of Netherworld Mountain. In front of the hotel, there is a large grassland with a lake in the middle of the grassland.

For countless years, in order to obtain the Nether Fruit, countless powerful people have madly rushed into the Nether Mountain, and in the end they all turned into nutrients. However, the Nether Hotel has always stood firm and accumulated huge wealth that the outside world cannot imagine. It is rumored that the owner of the Nether Hotel is the lord of the Green Leaf Castle.

"Sir, please come in."

Kevin, a young man in a green robe, brought Ryan into the hotel with his signature smile on his face. It was obvious that he was very skilled in the business.

Ryan nodded slightly and glanced inside the hotel. The hotel was divided into two parts, the lobby and the restaurant. There were dozens of tables in the restaurant. Some upper gods who looked powerful were holding some drinks and tasting them.

Ryan glanced around the entire hotel, and finally his eyes fell on the pretty red-haired girl sitting on the grass by the lake, with a gleam in his eyes.

The Netherworld Hotel has stood tall on Netherworld Mountain for many years, and the reason for this is its owner who loves fishing. The hotel employees thought the owner was a friend of the owner of Green Leaf Castle, and many people outside the hotel spread the rumor that the owner was one of the castle owners.

However, as someone with memories of Blue Star, Ryan naturally knew that the true identity of the pretty red-haired girl was the real ruler of the underworld, the head of the death gods, and the Lord of Death, one of the four rule masters.

"Sir, that is the owner of our hotel. Don't be fooled by his cold appearance. He is actually very gentle at heart and treats us very well." Kevin lowered his voice and spoke softly when he noticed Ryan's gaze.

"Kevin!"

Although Kevin's voice was not loud, the pretty red-haired girl's strength was naturally heard clearly. Holding the fishing rod in his hand, he didn't turn around and opened his mouth to scold her directly.

"Sorry, boss."

The young man in green robe, Kevin, quickly apologized, but he didn't seem nervous at all. It was obvious that similar things had happened many times, and the boss was not really angry with him.

Soon, Ryan came to the front desk under the guidance of the young man in green robe.

"Ten thousand Hades stones per day, sir, how long do you plan to stay?" A woman in a green robe looked at Ryan at the counter and asked.

"Seven days, this is 70,000 ink stones." Ryan didn't say much, threw out 70,000 ink stones, and spoke calmly.

In the highest plane, hotels in the city usually charge an annual fee, and the annual price is only 1,800 Moshi. The Netherworld Hotel can be said to be making huge profits. However, those who can come to the Netherworld Hotel are strong people with certain strength, not to mention the background of the Netherworld Hotel so they dare not say much.

"Moshi? Are you from hell?"

Hearing Ryan's words, the woman in green robe immediately showed a look of surprise, and her voice attracted the attention of everyone in the hotel.

"Even people from hell come to snatch the Netherworld Fruit? What bad luck!" A middle-aged brown-haired man muttered uncomfortably.

"It seems that the competition is getting more and more fierce." A blue-haired young man sighed helplessly.

Outside the grass, a pretty red-haired girl came in carrying a bucket. She seemed to have heard discussions from the direction of the restaurant and looked over in confusion. Then her eyes fell on Ryan. Her face, which had always been simple and calm, rarely showed a hint of surprise.

Not long ago, after she got the news from the Lord of the Underworld, she used the Heart of the Underworld to check the records of people coming to the Underworld from Hell. She was naturally familiar with Ryan's appearance, but she really didn't expect Ryan to come to her.

Her mind was full of thoughts, but her steps did not stop. The pretty red-haired girl, holding a fishing rod, walked straight to Ryan's side.

"Boss?" The woman in green robe looked at the boss with some confusion. In her memory, the boss was either fishing or on the way to fishing on weekdays. He would only appear when someone in the hotel was causing trouble and he couldn't handle it himself. He had no interest in ordinary guests at all.

The pretty red-haired girl ignored the green-robed woman and looked Ryan up and down, her tone carrying a hint of laughter:

"Master of Liang'an Mansion, Ryan."

The girl's voice was not loud, but the hearing of the god-level strong men was not bad, so they could hear it clearly.

The entire hotel was silent for a few seconds, and the guests in the restaurant looked at Ryan in shock, with fear flashing in their eyes.

"The Lord of Hell?"

The woman in green robe was also stunned, looking at Ryan with a dull expression. She had been working as a receptionist at the Netherworld Hotel for countless years, and had seen many powerful people entering the Netherworld Mountain, as well as many seven-star monsters, but this was the first time she had encountered the Lord of the Mansion.

Even Arthurs, the messenger of the Lord God who was rumored to have obtained the Nether Fruit countless years ago, was not the Lord of the Mansion when he first entered Nether Mountain.

"Oh? The shop owner knows me? It seems that you should also be a strong man at the level of a mansion lord." Ryan raised his eyebrows, showing a look of "surprise", and made a "reasonable" guess.

He naturally knew the true identity of the Lord of Death, but he would not expose it in such a place. After all, this was the Lord of Death's favorite game for countless years. Since he wanted her help, it would be okay for him to play with her once.

"Oh? Why do you think I am the lord of the palace?" The Lord of Death chuckled and asked in a teasing tone, as if he had heard some interesting inference.

"It's very simple. I've been the Lord of Liang'an for less than a hundred years. I'm afraid the news hasn't spread in Hell yet the innkeeper knows about it from deep within the underworld. He obviously has a strong information channel. Moreover, how could someone who has been able to run a hotel in Nether Mountain for countless years be weak?"

Ryan simply stated his "speculation" in his mind, and then looked at the pretty red-haired girl with an expression that said, "I've seen through it."

"You are an interesting person, aren't you? However, with your strength, you shouldn't need the Nether Fruit, right? What brought you to Nether Mountain?"

The corners of the pretty red-haired girl's mouth curled up slightly. She neither confirmed nor denied Ryan's speculation that she was the lord of the mansion, leaving room for imagination and turning to ask other questions.

……

On the top of Nether Mountain, inside the purple-black hall.

"Interesting! You actually came here?" The figure on the throne in the hall exclaimed softly, and there was a slight ripple in the originally calm tone.

"dominate?"

The Lord of the Underworld looked at the Lord of Death with some confusion. In his memory, the Lord's tone was usually calm. Only when the cannon fodder who came to the Underworld Mountain broke into the hall and saw her true identity as the owner of the Underworld Hotel would she have a big change of mood.

"That kid Ryan has come to the Netherworld Hotel." The Lord of Death glanced at the Lord of the Netherworld lightly, and his tone returned to its previous calmness.

"Huh? Coming to the Netherworld Hotel?" The Lord of the Netherworld was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously reached out and touched his beard.

"Interesting, interesting. Are you guessing that I'm the mansion lord? I wonder what expression you'll show when you discover my true identity?" The Lord of Death sat upright on the throne, with a beautiful curve at the corner of his mouth and his brows full of anticipation.

(End of this chapter)