The concept of a born saint begins with Strange Tales from Liaozhai.

He suddenly raised his head, his ferocious gaze fixed on the boy who was holding him, resentment and madness churning in his eyes.

"Die!!"

Feng Heng roared, his voice sounding sharp and distorted in the eerie wind.

Chapter 45 Su Chen Descends to the Underworld

A cold wind howled, and Feng Heng's face turned fierce.

Without saying a word, he reached out and grabbed Su Chen's body with his right hand.

Because Su Chen didn't deliberately suppress him this time, Feng Heng immediately screamed and was blasted away by a burst of bright light.

As he flew backward, a look of shock and disbelief appeared in his eyes.

A bright, clear light emanated from the boy not far away.

A bright moon rose from behind his head.

It was as if, at this moment, the eldest son of the Zhang family had shed his mortal disguise and revealed his divine form!

"God...a deity?!"

"No! Impossible!"

Feng Heng's eyes were glazed over, his voice trembled, and his face was a mixture of fear and regret.

This eldest son of the Zhang family... is actually a deity?

And yet, he actually killed the immortal's father with his own hands.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Feng Heng felt his soul grow cold, as if he were frozen from the inside out by an invisible chill.

It’s over.

It's all over.

"Spare me... Spare me, don't kill me..."

His voice was hoarse, almost pleading, and his soul trembled incessantly.

Upon hearing this, Su Chen glanced at him indifferently.

Since they have already arrived in the underworld, there is naturally no need for their soul to remain.

With a flick of his right sleeve, he instantly swept away Jiaojie's magical power.

Feng Heng screamed in agony as his entire soul shattered into pieces, instantly turning into black smoke and dissipating.

Their souls were scattered!

After dealing with this person, Su Chen's heart stirred, and his eyes turned to look at the dark underworld passage in the distance.

He sensed a faint, familiar scent emanating from the depths of the corridor.

Without hesitation, Su Chen immediately turned around, soared into the air, his entire body enveloped in a bright light, and flew towards that direction.

On the road, the lonely ghosts of the underworld looked terrified.

……

The City of the Wrongfully Dead.

The further you go, the heavier the yin energy becomes.

At the end of the road, the outline of a city slowly emerged from the mist.

The city wall was towering and pitch black, as if formed from countless resentments. Its surface was pitted and uneven, and one could vaguely see painful and distorted faces among the bricks.

The city gate was huge and dilapidated, with three large gray-white characters visible on it.

The City of the Wrongfully Dead!

The handwriting was crooked, as if it had been soaked with the blood and tears of countless dead souls.

The city gates were open, but no one was guarding them.

The city was filled with an eerie atmosphere.

The streets were narrow and winding, the ground was damp and cold, seeping with eerie water, and haunted by ghosts and spirits.

In the City of the Wrongfully Dead, all the ghosts died violently, unjustly, or with grievances.

They died unwillingly before their lifespan had ended, and were imprisoned in this city. Only when their lifespan ended could they leave this city of wronged deaths.

Inside the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

The screeching sound of chains dragging on the ground, the whooshing sound of whips piercing the air, and the mournful screams of souls rose and fell intermittently, weaving together into a chilling cacophony.

"Hurry up and get out of here!"

Of the two ghost messengers, one had a fierce face and a grotesque grin, and suddenly swung his yin whip.

Snapped!

The black whip lashed down fiercely, striking the soul of the middle-aged man dressed in the robes of a wealthy merchant with a plump figure.

"what!"

Zhang Haishan stumbled forward, feeling a violent tremor in his soul, as if it were about to be ripped apart at any moment. The intense pain almost made him faint on the spot.

Having finally caught his breath, he pleaded desperately, "Officers, please stop... please stop..."

Before he could finish speaking, another whip fell.

Snapped!

The screams rang out again.

"Who are you to tell me how to do things?"

Shi Yan sneered.

He was dressed in a dark blue constable's uniform, his face was ashen, his skin was skin clinging to his bones, his eye sockets were deep-set, and his dark eyes revealed an undisguised ferocity.

Zhang Haishan's face showed bitterness, and his voice trembled.

“Two officers… I have some status in the mortal world, and my family is quite wealthy. My eldest son is a child prodigy and will surely pass the imperial examination and become a scholar in the future… They will definitely burn a lot of paper money for me, and I will definitely show my respect to them then…”

The words fell.

Shi Yan and Wang Heng exchanged a glance, but their expressions remained unchanged.

The next moment, Shi Yan lashed out with his whip again, his tone now laced with sarcasm.

"Filial piety?"

"Hmph, I don't care what your status is in the mortal world. If I want to fight, I will!"

"Wealthy, a child prodigy, the son of a scholar? How laughable!"

"See that over there? That ghost up there was the county magistrate, but in this City of the Wrongfully Dead, he's treated like a dog."

He pointed to a spot not far away.

Zhang Shanhai turned his head and immediately saw a middle-aged man with a miserable appearance kneeling by the roadside screaming, surrounded by ghosts laughing and bullying him.

Zhang Shanhai stared blankly, his eyes filled with utter despair.

Shi Yan sneered, "Old man, when a person dies, it's like a lamp going out. All the things of the past are null and void. I'm teaching you to adapt to all of this in advance, so you know who is the ruler of the underworld!"

His eyes showed disdain.

Forget about wealthy merchants or sons of scholars; even members of the imperial family would be under their control!

What's more, these are the souls of the City of the Dead.

These wandering, unjust, and ownerless souls from the City of the Wrongfully Dead have the lowest status in the underworld and are the easiest to bully!

"Hmph..." Shi Yan gave a cold snort.

He raised his right hand, cracked the black whip, and was about to lash the old man again.

Zhang Shanhai subconsciously shrank back, his face twitched, and a look of fear appeared on his face.

Just as the whip was about to be lashed out.

Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred!

Shi Yan and the other ghost messengers, Zhang Shanhai and the others, looked up in disarray.

All I saw was...

A figure, enveloped in the bright moonlight, with a full moon hanging behind his head, appeared like a god or immortal, or even a moon goddess, and floated above the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

"This is...this is?!"

Shi Yan and the other ghost messengers' expressions changed drastically, and they cried out in alarm.

next moment.

In the City of the Wrongfully Dead, a sudden shout rang out.

"How dare you!"

"Who dares to trespass into the underworld and disrupt its order!"

With a sharp shout, a dark shadow, exuding a terrifying aura, suddenly shot out and lunged at the figure in the air.

however.

Boom!

A loud bang exploded.

The shadowy ghost returned just as quickly as it left.

He screamed and was instantly sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground of the City of the Wrongfully Dead, scattering dust and yin energy in all directions.

Boom!

The dazzling figure in the air suddenly shone brightly.

In an instant, the bright moonlight shone down, illuminating the entire city of the unjustly dead.

A terrifying pressure then spread.

Countless ghost messengers and spirits felt their souls sink, and they all knelt on the ground, trembling.

Zhang Shanhai trembled and muttered to himself in shock.

"This...this is a deity?"

"There are gods in the underworld?!"

Thinking it over, Zhang Shanhai's expression became complicated, and he murmured,

"If Xuan'er sees this and knows, he will be very happy..."

After all, my son Xuan'er is most interested in seeking immortality and enlightenment, and seeing this scene will surely make him very happy.

Unfortunately, Xuan'er will never see him again. He has died and his life has ended. The past is like smoke, and everything has vanished. He will never see Xuan'er and the others again.

Zhang Shanhai thought with a complicated expression.

Chapter 46 The Shocked Father Zhang Shanhai

"Lord Rakshasa, you were sent flying back as soon as you got close?"

"Lord Rakshasa, you are an old ghost with a thousand years of cultivation!"

"This...this is a deity?"

In the City of the Unjustly Dead, horrified screams rose and fell, only to quickly fade into trembling bass notes.

All the ghost messengers and spirits involuntarily turned their gazes toward the sky above the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

Watching that long, flowing hair dance in the cold wind, surrounded by a clear and vast radiant light, with a bright moon hanging behind her head, her figure cascading down like a waterfall of frost.

The faces of Shi Yan and the other ghost messengers were filled with disbelief.

At this moment, the entire City of the Wrongfully Dead seemed to tremble under his aura.

What immense power and spiritual strength this is?