Born Saints: Starting from Liaozhai

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 it this time, Feng Heng immediately screamed and was blasted away by a burst of bright light.

As he flew backwards, his eyes revealed shock and disbelief.

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.

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

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

The moment this thought crossed Feng Heng's mind, he felt his soul grow cold, as if frozen from the inside out by an invisible chill.

It’s over.

It's all over.

"Spare me...please 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 this person's soul to remain.

With a flick of his right sleeve, his pure and radiant magical power swept across the area.

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

Soul fly away!

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

He sensed a familiar presence emanating from the depths of the corridor.

Without hesitation, Su Chen immediately turned around, rose into the air, his whole body radiating a bright light, and flew towards that direction.

On the road, the lonely ghosts and spirits 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 is towering and pitch black, as if it were formed from countless resentments. The surface of the wall is pitted and uneven, and you can 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 wide 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 moisture, and haunted by wandering 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 was over, and were imprisoned in this city. Only when their lifespan ended could they leave this city of wronged deaths.

They died unjustly in the city.

The screeching sound of chains dragging on the ground, the whistling sound of whips tearing through the air, and the mournful screams of souls rang out intermittently, weaving together into a heart-palpitating noise.

"Hurry up and get out of here!"

Of the two ghost messengers, one had a fierce face, grinned maliciously, and suddenly swung his ghost 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 staggered forward, feeling a violent tremor in his soul, as if it would be forcibly ripped apart at any moment. The intense pain almost made him faint on the spot.

Having finally caught his breath, he hurriedly begged for mercy, "Officers, please stop hitting me... please stop hitting me..."

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 eyes were sunken, and his dark eyes revealed an undisguised ferocity.

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

"My lords... I have some standing in the mortal world, and my family is quite wealthy. My eldest son is a child prodigy and will surely pass the imperial examinations and become a scholar someday... They will definitely burn a lot of paper money for me, and I will certainly offer it to you both as a token of my respect..."

The words fell.

Shi Yan and Wang Heng exchanged a glance, but their faces remained expressionless.

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 hit you, I'll hit you!"

"Wealthy, a child prodigy, the son of a scholar who passed the imperial examinations? How laughable!"

"See that over there? That ghost up there was a 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's expression was blank, his eyes filled with utter despair.

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

His eyes showed disdain.

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

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

These souls who died violently, died unjustly, or are wandering aimless souls in 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 instinctively shrank back, his face trembled, and a look of terror appeared on his face.

Just as the whip was about to be lashed out.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened!

The ghost messengers, including Shi Yan, and many other ghosts, including Zhang Shanhai, subconsciously looked up.

All I saw was...

A figure, enveloped in the bright moonlight and with a full moon hanging behind his head, appeared as if he were a god or a fairy, or even the moon goddess, and floated up to the sky 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.

A loud shout suddenly rang out in the City of the Unjustly Dead.

"How dare you!"

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

With a sharp shout, a black shadow, its body shrouded in terrifying yin energy, suddenly rushed out and pounced on 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 brighter.

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 in shock to himself.

"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, so he would be very happy to see this scene.

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

Zhang Shanhai thought about it with a complicated expression.