Don't force me to use my right fist.

It seems I won't be able to let Kaguya know I'm safe anytime soon. I hope she won't worry too much about me.

After looking around for a while, Sawa found that the only place he could scout was that small boat. The rest of the area was covered by endless spider lilies. He could only yawn and walk over there while picking up flowers from the ground.

These are flowers from hell, after all; who knows, they might come in handy someday.

Besides, when this thing is called the Red Spider Lily, it sounds quite high-class, but if you change the name to Lycoris radiata, it instantly feels more down-to-earth.

Sawa, engrossed in picking flowers, walked to the side of the small boat after his backpack was filled with a whole set of spider lilies. He lowered his head, wanting to carefully examine whether the so-called Hell Girl would come to greet him.

Unfortunately, the girl was indeed a little different from what he had imagined.

A red-haired girl with twin ponytails lay quietly at the bow of the boat. A white overlay covered her blue dress, and a yellow belt around her waist not only made her ample bosom, which was somewhat beyond a girl's size, look even more terrifying, but also accentuated her slender waist.

But none of these things concerned Saya. What really caught Saya's attention was the enormous scythe that the girl held tightly in her arms even while she was fast asleep.

In comparison, the girl's beautiful and adorable sleeping face was not as eye-catching.

"Could this be considered a Hell Girl in some sense?"

Sōyū's lips twitched. Having recognized the girl's identity, he was somewhat at a loss as to how to handle the situation.

This was not within his calculations. If it were really another quiet, long-haired man with black hair, he would probably just say hello and leave. But if it were this man, then perhaps they could chat for a while longer.

But is the hell in this world not the same as the hell in the anime Hell Girl? Then where do those legends circulating in the city come from?

Sōyū was certain that the red-haired girl in front of him would never do anything like helping clients send people to hell. She was already slacking off enough just ferrying people across the river; why would she want to do anything else?

Just as Sawa was filled with mixed feelings, perhaps noticing Sawa's gaze, the girl who had been sleeping soundly at the bow of the ship with her eyes closed wrinkled her little nose, yawned, rubbed her eyes, and sat up.

Her two soft breasts, already terrifying enough when she was lying flat, were further compressed by this movement, filling the area of ​​her clothes at her chest, making one involuntarily break out in a cold sweat over that button.

Good morning!

The girl, still groggy from just waking up, rubbed her eyes with the back of her fair hand and spoke in a soft, sweet voice to Zuoyou, who seemed unsure of what to do.

"Hello, but it doesn't seem to be morning now."

Sōyū pointed to the pitch-black sky above him. Even by the time he arrived, it was midnight.

"Oh, so I slept this late."

Still not quite in a daze, the red-haired girl tossed her twin ponytails and scooped up some water from the eerie river beside her to wash her face.

"Hey? Wait, who are you? Why are you in a place like this?"

The icy river water finally awakened her sluggish nerves, and the girl rushed to Saya's side in one stride. The soft flesh of her chest pressed Saya's body backward involuntarily.

"Could you please not stand so close before I answer your question?"

The girl's speed far surpassed that of anyone Saya had ever encountered before. In the blink of an eye, she had already appeared in front of him, which truly surprised Saya.

As expected, Death is Death; no matter how much he slacks off, he still possesses the power of a god.

Upon hearing what Saya said, the girl realized that her actions were somewhat inappropriate. She took a few steps back, scratching her head as she apologized to Saya.

"Sorry, it's been so many years since I've seen any new faces here, I got a little too excited."

"It's alright. I don't really know where this place is. As for why I ended up here, I guess I was exiled here."

Seeing that she had retreated with those weapons on her head, Zuoyou breathed a sigh of relief and slowly explained to her.

"Huh? Didn't you come in normally? That makes sense, since you still look alive, you shouldn't be in hell."

After carefully examining Saya, the girl frowned and muttered to herself.

"Hell? Is this really hell? It's a little different from what I imagined."

Saya feigned ignorance, saying it was best not to reveal that he knew the girl's identity.

"Well, to be precise, it should be called the Old Hell. Perhaps it's fate that you were able to come here."

The red-haired girl nodded to Saya, then grabbed his arm and dragged him onto the boat.

What's going on here?

Zuoyou looked at the girl's actions with confusion. He was still alive, so why was she carrying him across the river like this? Wasn't that against the rules?

"Don't worry, I'm not taking you to reincarnation. This hell has long lost that function. I just want to take you to see someone."

With a smile on her face, but the strength in her hands left no room for Saya to refuse. The girl smiled and stood at the bow of the boat, grasped the oar, and turned around.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Onozumi Komachi, you can just call me Komachi."

Chapter Fifty-One: The Past Wasn't So Worth Remembering

Sōyū was thus semi-forced onto the girl's pirate ship, and was forced to sit alone in the seat at the bow.

The red-haired girl skillfully rowed the oars at the stern, slowly propelling the small boat downstream.

"Your boat isn't very fast."

The thought that this was the first time he had ever boarded the ferry across the Sanzu River filled Sōyū with a sense of wonder.

But seeing that it had taken so long to travel less than two hundred meters, Sawa, who was used to driving a boat like a charge, couldn't help but complain.

Why use such an old-fashioned model when the boat is clearly meant for only two people? If it weren't for the uncertainty about whether a regular boat could float on the Sanzu River, Sawa would have already brought out his small white oak boat to race her.

"Pfft, you're the first passenger I've ever met who could say something like that."

The girl named Komachi showed no sign of speeding up; instead, she looked at Saya with a curious smile.

Doesn't he feel any fear at all? I pushed him onto the boat without even explaining much. If I lied to him, it wouldn't be so easy for him to come back once we're on the other side of the Sanzu River.

"After all, you're the only person I can talk to. If I don't go with you, I can't do anything alone in that place, can I?"

"Oh, by the way, my name is Saya, you can call me whatever you like."

Sawa leaned against the bow of the boat. This speed might not be good for anything else, but it was perfect if he wanted to take a nap.

The gentle rocking gave him a comforting feeling, like being in a cradle. For a moment, Saku even wanted to close his eyes and doze off. No wonder Komachi usually liked to slack off; he couldn't resist doing it too.

"How did you manage to be banished to a place even more remote than hell? You know, no human has visited this place for many years."

Komachi shook her head. Saya's arrival was somewhat unexpected, and she needed to report this to her superior.

"Huh? So you mean this isn't hell?"

Sōyū tilted his head, puzzled, and asked.

Death, the Sanzu River, the red spider lily, the ferry—all these elements are there. Except for the lack of a particularly terrifying atmosphere and the vengeful spirits that fill the Sanzu River as imagined, isn't this hell?

"Yes, but I can only say that it was in the past."

Komachi seemed to have not spoken to anyone for a long time, or perhaps she was just a chatterbox, which is why when she started talking to Saya, it was as if she had opened a floodgate of words.

“A long time ago, this river was very lively. There were so many people queuing up to be carried to the other side that I couldn’t keep up with them. The river wasn’t as deserted as it is now. It was full of vengeful spirits who wanted to take others down with them.”

While reminiscing about the past with Saya, Komachi's face showed little joy.

Thinking back to how exhausted I was back then, it seems like things aren't so bad now.

"How did it become like this?"

Sōyū was even more puzzled. According to her description, that should be what the real hell should look like.

"Because the entrance to this hell is blocked, another hell has taken over the souls of this world."

"Eh?"

Zuo You was even more confused. Could there be multiple hells? Could it be like the setting in Shenzhou, where there are multiple layers?

So, which floor is he on now?

"You're confused, aren't you? I'm even more confused than you, but that's the reality. Even my boss can't explain it clearly. Anyway, right now, it seems that only my boss and I are left in this place."

Even spirits have lifespans and need to reincarnate. Without the infusion of fresh blood, this hell quickly became deserted, which is why Komachi was so shocked when she saw Saya.

With his arrival, does it mean that this hell will be opened again?

"So you mean that the Hell Girl who's all over the place in the real world has nothing to do with you?"

Sōyu scratched his head, still somewhat confused about the current situation.

"Hell Girl? What's that? Is it describing my boss?"

Komachi tilted her head cutely. She didn't think she was a girl at all. If she really had to fit the description, it would only be someone else in this old hell.

"But we're definitely not talking about the same thing, since none of us can leave here right now, not even my superior who is Enma."

Komachi sighed. The reason she could tell Saya all this was because she knew that there was a high probability that Saya would have to survive in this lonely world with them.

"Hmm, so the person you're taking me to is the boss you mentioned?"

Even though he had guessed who he was about to face, Sawa still couldn't help but confirm with her.

"Well, Lady Shiki is currently the master of this hell. If I take you there, I might be able to help you in some way."

The girl gave Saya a friendly smile and comforted him.

In her view, Sauyu, a human who had been suddenly banished to hell, must be incredibly panicked inside, even if he pretended to be indifferent on the surface. After all, this was hell, a place where only sinners were placed. Anyone would break down if they were truly trapped here forever, right?

That's why she kept chatting with Saya. After all, she was a Shinigami, and a human like Saya, who didn't have any sins on him, should have been sent back to the real world.

"Will I be judged and then sent to hell to suffer, or be reincarnated?"

Zuoyou is quite interested in the concept of Hell. In any case, this one is much better than the Hell in his Minecraft world, which is covered by endless flames and lava.

“You’re still alive now, and what you’re talking about will only happen after you die. I can’t just kill you first, can I?”

Komachi smiled, a rare smile appearing on her face after not speaking to anyone for so long.

How long had I been asleep at that dock? And was Lord Shiki also asleep, just like me?

Having spent too long in a solitary world, and possessing a near-immortal lifespan, Komachi's concept of time has become extremely blurred.

Chapter Fifty-Two: Yama, the King of Hell

The small boat stopped in front of a rather strange building.

Komachi took the lead, carrying her scythe that looked more like a prop than a weapon, and pulled Saya into the building that resembled an ancient government office.

Sōyū raised his head and looked at the sign that read "Hall of Right and Wrong".

If he's not mistaken, is he about to meet the legendary King Yama?