I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

This simple-minded bull demon actually became the first "gatekeeper demon king" of the Southern Ridge Underworld.

Although the bull demon was so angry that smoke was billowing from its horns, the system had already locked his soul imprint. If he dared to go back on his word, he would be annihilated. He could only return to the mortal world with a belly full of anger and stand at the entrance of the City God Temple as a "living sculpture".

The old temple keeper of the City God Temple had already received the news from the spirit messenger. Seeing the bull demon standing there with an arrogant expression, he spread the word to all the worshippers who had come to offer incense.

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to reach the bull demon's ears: "Fellow villagers, take a good look. This 'Bull God' at the entrance is someone who committed a grave mistake in the underworld and was banished to the mortal realm by the judge to atone for his sins."

Upon hearing this, the pilgrims were not flustered at all. Instead, they swarmed around the bull demon as if they had been injected with chicken blood, wrapping themselves up tightly in layers, their eyes fixed on the bull demon as if it were a rare national treasure.

Some people even reached out to touch the bull's horns, and almost got kicked away by the bull demon.

"Hey? Boss Ox-Head, where's your old partner, Horse-Face? Why didn't he come down with you to atone for his sins?"

A man in a floral shirt squeezed to the front and started yelling loudly.

The bull demon, already seething with anger, erupted in fury upon hearing this, his roar causing the surrounding worshippers to take three steps back: "I am the Netherworld Bull Marshal, not some bull-headed bull! I have no partner named Horse-Face!"

"That's impossible!"

Everyone shook their heads, and some even pulled out their phones to find mythological references and retorted, "The standard features of the underworld are Ox-Head and Horse-Face, what else could you be but an Ox-Head? Have you been so badly mutilated that you don't recognize people anymore?"

"I'll say it again! I'm not Ox-Head, and I don't know Horse-Face!"

The bull demon's head was buzzing, filled with a million questions. So, just because I have a bull's head, I have to be called a bull?

Does that mean everything that has a human face should be called a "human face"?

Who exactly is this Horse-Face? Why does everyone think they're a couple?

After finally managing to coax and scare away this group of worshippers, before the bull demon could even catch his breath, a new wave of worshippers swarmed in, and the whole scenario was copied and pasted.

"Wife, come quick! It's a live bull's head! Much more exciting than the statues in the temple!"

"Wow! It really is Ox-Head! Is Horse-Face hiding in the temple slacking off? Quick, call him out for a photo!"

"Uncle Ox-Head, did you bully Uncle Horse-Face and make him run away? I have some candy here, tell me where he is and I'll give you some!"

The constant questioning was driving the bull demon crazy. It was clearly his first time setting foot in Xingsha City, but the people here acted as if they had known him for eight hundred years. Not only were they not afraid of his demon king aura, but they were even more enthusiastic than if they had seen a celebrity.

The worst part is that no matter what you say, you can't get around the horse-faced demon. Is that guy a demon or a ghost? Can't he come out and clarify things for me?

After struggling for most of the day, the bull demon was completely defeated.

If anyone else came up to ask, he wouldn't even bother to lift his eyelids and would just give a perfunctory answer.

"Are you a bullhead?"

"Yes."

"What about Horse-Face?"

"He's dead."

When the citizens of Xingsha City heard that the legendary "Bull Head" had appeared at the City God Temple, they flocked to see it with their families.

People from surrounding districts and counties drove over to take photos, causing a massive traffic jam at the entrance of the City God Temple.

Many people started to curry favor with the bull demon, piling up large and small bags of gifts in front of him. There were all kinds of gifts, including cigarettes, alcohol, tea, candy, and delicacies. Some people even directly handed over red envelopes, almost handing over their bank cards.

The bull demon glanced at the mountain of gifts and his eyes lit up. This was a great deal!

He cleared his throat and deliberately rubbed the ox horn, pretending to be serious: "Sigh, the atmosphere in the mortal world has been quite good lately, but my mouth is a bit bland, and these ox horns haven't been properly cared for in a long time, they're almost covered in dust."

These words were like an order, and immediately a group of people rushed forward. Some brought him delicacies to feed him, some took out the finest jade cloth to wipe his horns, and others fanned him warmly. He was treated better than an emperor.

The bull demon chewed on the braised beef, humming contentedly, his anger long forgotten.

So becoming a "Bull Head" in the underworld isn't such a bad thing after all; this life is even more enjoyable than being a king in the demon realm!

When anyone asked about his identity, he patted his chest and boasted, "That's right! I am Ox-Head, the elder brother of that Horse-Face brat, the mighty Ox-Head God who shakes the netherworld!"

Just as the bull demon was enjoying the attention of everyone at the entrance of the City God Temple, a beautiful figure in red slowly walked over.

The woman wore a fiery red dress, her tall figure of 175 cm was like a plum blossom standing in the snow, her oval face was as white as jade, her lips were red without any makeup, and her eyebrows were like distant mountains with dark eyebrows. Only her eyes, like spring water rippling, concealed a thousand years of ice, captivating people's souls, yet exuding an aura of dominance that kept strangers away.

Such a stunning face should have made her the center of attention, but strangely, the pilgrims seemed to ignore her, their gazes sweeping over her without lingering, and even when they brushed past her, they treated her as if she were invisible.

The woman glanced at the bull demon squatting by the door, filling cups, and a playful smile appeared on her lips: "A dignified demon king condescending to guard the gate, the Underworld certainly has a grand gesture."

Her gaze swept over the halls of the City God Temple, her eyebrows slightly raised. A powerful divine force, like Mount Tai pressing down, rushed towards her, carrying the unique majesty of the underworld, and it seemed to naturally repel her evil and yin body.

"Is this the divine power of the underworld? Interesting."

The woman hesitated, not daring to step in rashly, a glint of shrewdness flashing deep in her eyes.

To mortals, the City God Temple is nothing more than a solemn and majestic temple, but to a top-tier demon like her, the temple contains an overwhelming pressure that would shake the heavens and the earth, something even she would have to think twice about.

After hesitating for a moment, she ultimately did not take a step. Suddenly, her spring-water eyes gleamed with a scarlet light. This was her "Pupil of Illusion," which she had cultivated for a thousand years and could penetrate illusions to reach the essence.

Her gaze pierced through the halls, and she clearly saw countless streams of faith from all over the world converging here, condensing into a lifelike golden dragon that coiled above the City God Temple. The golden dragon was surrounded by thousands of incense sticks, and every time a worshipper knelt in worship, the incense would turn into a warm current that flowed into the statue, nourishing the abundant divine power.

In addition, the power of countless beings' wishes intertwined in mid-air, lingering for a long time. She had never seen such a strong power of faith in her thousand years of life.

"Could this actually be some legitimate underworld or hellish place?"

The woman parted her red lips slightly, her melodious voice tinged with a murmur, and the light in her eyes grew even more intense, "All living beings under heaven are subject to the Book of Life and Death, even kings and generals cannot escape reincarnation... Fengdu Ghost City, the Eighteen Levels of Hell, are they all real?"

A gentle breeze swept by, and the woman in red disappeared into the wind like a ghost, vanishing from the spot with a single step, as if she had never existed. No one noticed her presence.

Soon after, she had traveled thousands of miles and arrived at the banks of the Mengjiang River in Beijiang Province.

There is a secluded valley by the river, in which a small county town is hidden. In the past, this place was connected to Mengjiang Wharf by waterway and highway by land, making it one of the top transportation hubs in Beijiang Province and extremely prosperous.

But now, the entire county town is desolate, with only ruins remaining.

Three months ago, a vicious and wicked witch swept through this place, slaughtering thousands of people in the county and taking over the city.

She neither gathers ghosts nor expands her territory; however, any living creature or ghost that comes near is torn to pieces by her, and her fearsome reputation spreads far and wide.

But every night at midnight, this fierce and evil witch would reveal her vulnerable side, her mournful cries echoing for ten kilometers.

Drivers traveling at night on the highway who hear this crying sound will immediately turn their cars around and speed away, not daring to even glance at their rearview mirrors.

Both humans and ghosts feared and hated this evil god, yet no one dared to provoke him. Only the woman in red walked leisurely into the valley with her hands behind her back, as if she were taking a leisurely stroll.

"Waaaaah..."

The mournful cries echoed through the valley, their malevolent power capable of shattering the souls of mortals, and even a minor demon with some spiritual power would be driven mad on the spot.

But the woman in red ignored her. Her red dress fluttered like a startled swan in the deathly silence of the ghostly realm, her steps as light as if she were strolling in her own backyard.

Before long, she stepped into the county town. All she could see were broken walls and ruins. The air was thick with the smell of blood and ghosts. The entire town had become a ghostly realm.

Not only were the living slaughtered, but their souls were also devoured by the witch, leaving no trace of life.

Ordinary people thought this witch was inherently cruel, but the woman in red knew her inside and out.

This witch was originally an ordinary woman, but she lost her mind due to a great upheaval. After becoming a ghost, she specifically targets happy families, especially those with many children and grandchildren and harmonious marriages, who will inevitably suffer her most cruel tortures.

Over the years, countless happy families have died at her hands. Her resentment accumulated day by day, which drove her completely mad. Her killing spree expanded to indiscriminate attacks, killing anyone she saw and devouring any ghost she encountered.

But every night, she is tormented by her past memories and cries uncontrollably. She seems fragile, but she is actually extremely sensitive. Getting close to her at this moment is more dangerous than facing the peak Ghost King.