After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

The laughter hadn't yet subsided.

In the shadow cast by the stone pillar, the sixth figure shifted slightly.

Zhou Ran had already heard all these words from thirty feet away.

He had pretty much figured out the background of these patrolling underworld officials.

The group of ghost messengers before me are neither loyal nor truly rebellious.

In the end, he was just a mid-level clerk who drifted through life in the underworld.

It can't go up.

They can't back down.

They are just like seasoned veterans in the workplace.

They run errands for whoever pays them a salary or performs good deeds for them.

The Night Wanderer God has the highest cultivation level, reaching the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage.

The other four are hovering between the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core stages.

Compared to a traditional Yin general like Bai Wuchang, he is far inferior.

These people are easy to deal with.

You could tell from their casual conversation just now.

If it really came down to a fight, none of them would step up.

What Zhou Ran was really paying attention to was the sixth figure hidden in the shadow of the stone pillar.

That aura was extremely powerful.

He has already reached the edge of the Nascent Soul stage.

What's even stranger is that the five underworld messengers, who had been arguing around the fire for so long, hadn't managed to spot the person at all.

Zhou Ran's purple-gold demonic eyes flashed.

The man was lifeless.

It also lacked the scattered ghostly aura typical of wandering spirits.

He was shrouded in shadow, much like an ancient relic that had sunk thousands of years beneath the River of Oblivion.

Keep a low profile and remain unassuming.

But he happened to see it.

Zhou Ran paused for a moment, then stepped out from the shadows.

Several pairs of eyes turned towards the fire.

Qiao Kun stared at Zhou Ran with wide eyes.

The burnt meat in his hand fell into the fire, splattering oil everywhere.

Live!

The yang energy emanating from Zhou Ran was conspicuously conspicuous in the gloomy, ghostly place of the Gate of Hell.

"There are living people!"

The leopard's tail stands upright in a line.

The gills are open on both sides.

Qiao Kun reacted the fastest.

He grabbed the rusty iron chain beside him and swung it over Zhou Ran's head.

"Where did this living soul come from!"

"He trespassed into the gates of hell! Arrest him!"

Only after the chain was swung out did he remember to add a sentence.

"Wait, how did you get in?"

The iron chains fell, whipped up by a chilling wind.

Zhou Ran sidestepped, but didn't stop walking.

The iron chain struck the black stone road, sparking a few flecks.

Qiao Kun's eyelid twitched.

If an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator were to be struck by his chain, they would be unable to even stand.

This person hid too easily.

It's no different from taking a walk in your own yard.

"Ask one more time."

Qiao Kun raised the iron chain again.

"you……"

Zhou Ran took out a jade pendant from his bosom.

The jade pendant is small, about the size of a palm.

Zhou Ran handed the jade pendant to Qiao Kun.

"I advise you to think carefully before you make a move."

Qiao Kun squinted at the braised egg for a couple of breaths.

pat.

The iron chain fell to the ground.

"big……

Grand Commander?

Leopard Tail came closer for a look, then tucked its tail back between its legs.

Bird beaks, fish gills, and wasps also crowded in.

Four ghost faces were gathered in front of the jade pendant, appearing whiter the more you looked at them.

They recognize this thing.

The Grand Commander of the Underworld.

A top-tier token for controlling ghost soldiers and generals during wartime.

His status is second only to the Ten Kings of Hell!

The last person to hold this plaque was the Ghost King two thousand years ago.

thump.

Qiao Kun knelt down first.

The four behind him knelt down.

"Your subordinate is the Night Watcher, Qiao Kun!"

"Greetings, Grand Commander!"

His voice was loud and clear, full of confidence.

This is a completely different person from the one who was just yelling "Patrol my ass!"

Zhou Ran put away the jade token, his expression remaining unchanged.

He looked around at the five kneeling on the ground.

Finally, my gaze fell upon the shadow of the stone pillar.

The figure remained motionless.

Zhou Ran did not urge him.

He walked to the fire and sat down in the spot where Qiao Kun had just been sitting.

The "chicken leg" that had fallen to the ground was still twitching.

Zhou Ran picked it up and glanced at it.

It's a little devil's arm.

He casually tossed it back into the fire.

"I heard everything you just said."

Qiao Kun's face scrunched up like a bitter gourd.

He just cursed the Yama King's Palace for not paying salaries.

They're advocating for flexible employment.

They even said they wanted to have their cake and eat it too.

The Grand Commander overheard all of these words.

"Your subordinate...your subordinate made a slip of the tongue..."

I don't care who you're insulting.

Zhou Ran interrupted him.

"I have a question for you."

Qiao Kun quickly looked up.

"May I ask, Commander?"

"Whatever you ask, I will answer without holding back a single word, as long as I know the answer!"

"How much do you know about the remains buried underground in Jiangcheng?"

Qiao Kun's Adam's apple bobbed, and beads of sweat appeared on his bald head.

Just then, the sixth person in the shadows finally made a move.

In the darkness, a pair of gray-green eyes lit up.

A hoarse female voice came from inside.

"I do know something about what the Grand Commander wants to ask."

Zhou Ran looked up.

The firelight illuminated the man's appearance.

Hunchback.

Gray clothes.

He was holding a chipped porcelain bowl in his hand.

The bowl contained half a bowl of yellowish-brown soup.

Zhou Ran's eyelids were slightly pressed down.

Meng Po.

Only then did the five underworld messengers see the face clearly.

They were so frightened that their skin turned completely pale on the spot.

They are never just afraid of the King of Hell.

The King of Hell has official documents, case files, and rules.

Meng Po is different; she guards the Bridge of Helplessness and manages the River of Oblivion.

After a bowl of soup, all past troubles vanish.

Among the ghost messengers of the Ten Courts of Hell, who hasn't tasted the steam from her pot?

If you really anger this person, you might as well skip being reincarnated.

Qiao Kun kowtowed again with a thud.

"Mother-in-law, have mercy!"

The five underworld messengers huddled together in a row, their foreheads bumping against the black stone one after another.

"Mother-in-law, we were just being sarcastic!"

"We didn't really want to join the rebels!"

"I didn't really intend to break down the gates of hell!"

"That bone banner fell over by itself; we just grabbed it and burned it!"

Qiao Kun raised his head, his features scrunched up.

"Grandma, please don't send us to the deepest hell, into the boiling oil!"

"We still want to work!"

"I really want to be a government employee!"

Zhou Ran glanced at Qiao Kun.

I was just talking about flexible employment.

Now I want to work again.

Meng Po held her bowl and ignored them.

"The King of Hell sent me to pick you up."

She stepped out of the shadows.

"The gates of hell are not the place to talk."

She looked past Zhou Ran and gazed deeper into the Road to the Underworld.

"The River of Oblivion has been sealed off."

"It can't be sealed off for long."

She looked down at the soup in the bowl.

The light reflected in the soup was not from the fire.

It's the crack that's opening up at the bottom of the River of Oblivion in the distance.

"Three days."

Meng Po lifted her eyelids.

"At most three days."

She turned and walked deeper into the gates of hell.

Zhou Ran followed.

Qiao Kun and the other five remained kneeling on the spot, none of them daring to move.

After walking a dozen steps, Zhou Ran stopped.

He turned to look at Qiao Kun.

"You come too."

Qiao Kun's face immediately fell.

"Grand Commander, our abilities are meager..."

"lead the way."

Zhou Ran only gave two words.

Qiao Kun dared not waste any more words, grabbed the iron chain, got up and followed.

Leopard Tail and the others also got up.

The road after the gates of hell was even more chaotic than Zhou Ran had imagined.

The paper money that hadn't been collected was piled up by the roadside.

The broken spirit tablet lay askew in the mud.

Several guard posts were empty, and half a roster lay open on the table.

The underworld has deteriorated to this extent not overnight.

Zhou Ran mentally reviewed the situation.

The River of Oblivion is frozen over.

Ghost Gate is empty.

The underdog is just sitting around doing nothing.

The rebels used negative karma to poach people.

In addition, the thing underground in Jiangcheng woke up with two eyes.

Time is tight.

We shouldn't waste our time on these small fish.

He looked at Meng Po.

"Which palaces rebelled?"

Meng Po carried the bowl, her steps slow.

"The Fifth Court has rebelled first, and the Black and White Impermanence are now under the command of the rebels."

"The Sixth Hall then opened its doors."

"The Seventh Court does not accept permits."

"The Eighth Court lent out the Avici Hell to fuse Western spirits and Eastern vengeful ghosts."

"The Ninth Hall is the cleanest."

"So clean that there aren't even many ghosts left."

Zhou Ran understood.

Five, six, seven, eight, nine.

The five palaces are connected, which is equivalent to cutting off half of the underworld.

The First Hall, King Qin Guang, and the Third Hall, King Song Di, are still holding on.

Even those in other halls who didn't openly rebel were mostly observing the situation.

Qiao Kun listened from behind until his forehead was damp with sweat.

He was just planning to let whoever got paid first work for him.

Now that I've heard it, I realize I almost threw my head into the rebels' pot.

"What exactly is the wreckage?"

Meng Po did not answer.

"The King of Hell will tell you this."

She picked up the bowl and glanced at the soup noodles.

The crack in the soup was a little wider than before.

Meng Po's noodles sank to the bottom.

"Hurry up."

Zhou Ran squinted.

"It cracked again?"

Meng Po did not speak.

Qiao Kun suddenly let out a strange cry.

"Grand Commander!"

Zhou Ran turned around.

Qiao Kun pointed to the end of the Yellow Springs Road, his throat tightening.

"Front……"

"There are rebel flags ahead!"