I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

As Kazami Yuuka spoke, she stood up, casually picked up the new parasol leaning against the table, and her scarlet eyes were filled with madness as she looked at Yakumo Yukari with the gaze of a predator eyeing its prey.

Looking at Yuuka Kazami's expression, Yukari Yakumo suddenly had a very bad feeling and nervously swallowed.

But before she could make a run for it, Kazami Yuuka grabbed her wrist and pulled her in front of her.

"Come play a match with me! It'll be a good way to relax and loosen up, and I also want to see how much I've improved!!"

Outside the sunflower field, on a desolate plain, booming sounds echoed through the sky, and the earth trembled slightly, indicating the intensity of the battle.

Although Yukari Yakumo's ability to move through gaps is incredibly fast and unpredictable, Yuuka Kazami, thanks to her connection with nature, is able to react and lock onto the opening of the gap in the first instant.

However, Yakumo Yukari, a mage-style character, would not be foolish enough to engage in close-quarters combat with Kazami Yuuka, a warrior-style character. She would often immediately shift her position and maintain distance as soon as Kazami Yuuka flashed forward.

Three consecutive magic cannon shots erupted from the tip of Kazami Yuuka's umbrella. The intense heat scorched the air, and the magic cannons, with their demonic power compressed to the extreme, turned a pale green, containing enough power to destroy everything in their path.

"The realms of fast and slow! The realms of single and double! The realms of existence and non-existence!!!"

Seated calmly in the gap in mid-air, Yakumo Yukari watched the three incoming magical cannons and waved her folding fan, quietly activating the power of a realm that overturns reality.

The three magic cannons that shot into the sky at a 45-degree angle were first slowed down, then one of them suddenly disappeared, and finally, just as they were about to reach Yukari Yakumo, the remaining two also vanished without a trace.

"Tsk! That's quite a shameless ability."

Having witnessed countless tricks of Yakumo Yukari, Kazami Yuuka couldn't help but mutter a complaint. She crouched slightly and charged into the air with all her might, instantly exceeding the speed of sound and creating a storm.

Seeing Kazami Yuuka charging forward without hesitation, Yakumo Yukari smiled mockingly, lightly tapped her folding fan, and used a move almost identical to the one she had used before.

"The realm of nothingness and existence! The realm of singleness and duality! The realm of slowness and speed!"

A strange power of boundary spread and permeated the air. The magical cannons that Yakumo Yukari had just destroyed reappeared around her, and even transformed into the Six Paths.

The magic cannon, enhanced by the power of the boundary, increased in speed by at least several times, and arrived in front of Kazami Yuuka in an instant, making her grit her teeth in hatred.

But it didn't end there. With a flick of her wrist, Yukari Yakumo unleashed a massive barrage of magic bullets, multiplying the number and densely covering the entire sky, which then rained down alongside the magic cannons.

Kazami Yuuka's body surged with a dense, almost tangible, demonic power. She turned and twisted her waist, raised her right fist, stretched out her arm, and blasted her pale fist at the magic cannon.

With a deafening explosion and a shockwave, the fist, imbued with demonic power, shattered the first magical cannon, buying time for Kazami Yuuka's actions.

Taking advantage of the time difference between the two magic cannons, Kazami Yuuka decisively changed her course of action, using her reflexes honed over years of combat to maneuver and fight her way through the barrage of bullets.

Behind Yakumo Yukari, unnoticed, another youkai, almost identical to Kazami Yuuka, emerged in a hazy silhouette.

"Youxiang has really gotten much stronger. This can't go on."

Yukari Yakumo muttered to herself, knowing she had no chance against Yuuka Kazami in terms of raw strength, but Yuuka's abilities were too unpredictable, making it impossible for others to figure out her fighting style.

Yukari Yakumo leaned back and fell into the gap. The next moment, the gap opened again on Yuuka Kazami's side.

"The realm of movement and stillness! The realm of wave and particle!"

Kazami Yuuka swayed and forcibly shook off the negative effects of the boundary power. She swung her parasol and smashed the incoming magic bullet to pieces. With a swift movement, she moved close to Yakumo Yukari and threw a punch.

"I don't want to test your fist. I'm not what I used to be. I'm not the same as I used to be. I'm getting old. One hit from you could break me apart."

Yukari Yakumo joked, but her actions were anything but slow.

Although her martial arts skills weren't as good as Yuuka Kazami's, it didn't mean she couldn't do them. The one or two moves she had secretly learned, the "using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds" technique, were quite suitable for emergencies.

After deflecting Yuuka Kazami's first punch, Yukari Yakumo ran away before she could attack again, appearing in another part of the arena.

Instead of being annoyed, Kazami Yuuka smiled and raised her parasol, conjuring up the strongest magic cannon and blasting it at Yakumo Yukari.

At the same time, the previously hazy figure solidified and made the same move as Kazami Yuuka, releasing a magic cannon of equal power behind Yakumo Yukari.

"Double Magic Cannon!!"

Two dazzling magic cannons fired simultaneously, blocking all paths in front of and behind Yukari Yakumo. This series of calculated moves caught Yukari Yakumo off guard.

"A forbidden quadruple barrier!"

Seeing that the magic cannon was about to hit her, Yakumo Yukari's face paled, and she instantly mobilized her demonic power to set up five barriers to protect herself.

Staring at the point of explosion where the magic cannons collided, Kazami Yuuka threw her head back and let out a wild laugh. Her tyrannical aura caused the surrounding flowers, plants and trees to bow down in submission.

"You've lost this round, Yakumo Yukari."

Chapter 117 The Underworld Yama

The long, secluded path stretched out from the gray mist, its destination unknown. Clusters of delicate, vibrant flowers lined both sides of the path, yet they exuded no sign of life.

A series of blurry shadows walked along the road, men and women, young and old, middle-aged and all different, dressed in all sorts of different styles, and some of them were not even human.

Everyone walked quietly along this long path, whose beginning and end were unknown.

Accompanied by the sound of the night watchman's drum coming from an unknown source, two short phrases were recited by someone in an extremely mournful voice, full of deep emotion, guiding the group in the direction they were heading, like a summoning of spirits.

"The road to the underworld, the red spider lily, the Bridge of Helplessness over the River of Oblivion."

"The Terrace of Longing for Home, the Stone of Three Lives, and the Soup of Severing Souls in Meng Po's Hands."

Despite the song being sung, when the wandering ghosts at the front of the procession arrived at the riverbank, they did not walk onto the white stone bridge, but instead boarded small wooden boats that were ferried across by the Grim Reapers.

The small boat, made of some unknown material, could move freely on the River of Oblivion, where even a feather could not float. However, the small boat could only carry less than ten people at a time.

In order to guide the dead across to this place as quickly as possible, hundreds of boats raced on the River of Oblivion, with countless small boats shuttling back and forth between this bank and the other, without stopping for a moment.

"We've reached the shore! We've reached the shore! Everyone, hurry up and get off the boat, I still have to go pick up the next group."

A small boat slowly docked at the pier on the other side. The ferryman, wearing a straw hat and holding an oar, urged the boatman on without looking up, his voice sounding weak and listless.

The ferryman, who was taking a short rest while holding the oar, looked extremely young, probably only fifteen or sixteen years old.

She wore a long blue dress, her pink hair was tied into two pigtails, and she wore high-heeled wooden clogs. Beside her lay a giant, gleaming scythe.

"Flowers bloom on the other shore, people depart for the next life."

After the ghosts had all come ashore and been taken over by the other Grim Reapers, the girl sighed softly, rowed her boat away from the shore, and went back to the other side to repeat the tedious and tiring work.

"Sigh, looks like I won't be finding a chance to slack off today..."

The souls who had reached the other side gradually arrived at the final destination of their long journey: a solemn palace with an antique charm and Chinese architectural style.

The eaves are high and pointed, with intricate details and carved beams and painted rafters.

The heavy vermilion gate's door knockers were stained with a touch of verdigris, and towering stone pillars supported the wide eaves, with the roof covered in shimmering golden glazed tiles.

The entire building looks grand and imposing, exuding a solemn and cold atmosphere.

Inside the main hall, the floor was paved with half black and half white tiles, which looked distinctly different; the surroundings were empty, and two rows of cold-faced grim reapers holding instruments of torture stood on both sides of the central road, exuding a menacing aura.

In the main hall, a huge plaque with black background and white characters hangs high, which reads: "Hall of Right and Wrong".

The Hall of Right and Wrong is an official organization in the underworld, led and managed by the Ten Kings of Hell. Its main responsibility is to determine right and wrong.

In other words, it is the place where the dead are judged and punished, and where their next life is decided.

There are countless living beings on earth. Even if ten Kings of Hell personally tried and judged the cases, they still couldn't finish the job, even if they worked non-stop for 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.

Therefore, the position of judge came into being, and the person who could sit in court as a judge was called Yama.

Once the soul of the deceased is brought to the main hall by the Grim Reaper, all trials will be carried out by a single judge.

Those two rows of seemingly frightening, cold-faced grim reapers were actually just standing there to keep order. They would only drag the souls away and carry out various punishments according to the verdict after the judge had made his ruling.

These guys were the ones who carried out all the cruel tortures, like pulling out tongues and boiling oil.

At this moment, the judge sitting in the main seat of the Hall of Right and Wrong is a newly appointed Lord Enma, who is also the judge in the entire underworld who looks least like a judge—Shiki Eiki.

Because of her petite stature, Shiki Eiki looks only about thirteen or fourteen years old, and is the kind of little girl who would definitely be classified as a 'loli' no matter how you look at it.

(Note: Shiki Eiki Amassanadu. Shiki Eiki is her real name, while Amassanadu is her title, meaning 'King of Hell in Paradise'. So before becoming a judge in Gensokyo, her name was simply Shiki Eiki.)

And yet, Shiki Eiki, whose fierce face seems more like she's being cute than angry, is now solemnly interrogating the souls lining up to enter the Hall of Right and Wrong.

"Snapped!!!"

The resounding thud of the gavel slamming onto the table echoed through the empty hall. Shiki Eiki stared coldly at the souls brought before her by the Grim Reaper, and roared:

"You demon beneath the hall! What is your name? Where do you live? Did you commit any wrongdoings in your life that you wish to repent and reflect upon? What great achievements did you have that deserve praise?"

The spirit that had been standing proudly below, glaring disdainfully at Shiki Eiki, trembled at the sound of the gavel, and immediately went limp after the two rows of cold-faced death gods uttered a majestic "majesty."

Besides the gavel, which was made of Soul-Suppressing Wood, the cold, murderous gazes of those grim reapers were like swords piercing this arrogant guy.

The fourteen cold-faced grim reapers in the two rows were already highly skilled, and their imposing aura gave off an air of 'You've offended Lord Yama and you think you can just walk away? Watch us brothers give you a taste of all 108 forms of torture.'

Faced with such a situation, if the souls who have become the prey do not quickly correct their attitude, then what will happen next is truly difficult to describe.

The deceased, kneeling obediently and kowtowing, cautiously glanced up at Shiki Eiki, who had a stern face, and then began to recount his entire life story as if pouring out beans.

"The little demon's name is Mountain Spider. He lives in Spider Ridge in the Eastern Kingdom. When he was alive, he was a great demon and served as a demon king for quite some time. That's all."

As Shiki Eiki listened to Yamagumo's account, she quickly scanned his life through the Pure Glass Mirror in her hand, trying to determine if Yamagumo was lying or concealing anything.

As judges, the Enma all possess the ability to distinguish right from wrong, so unless a powerful figure manages to steal the day or defy fate, nothing can fool Shiki Eiki.

But when Eiki Shiki saw the end, she couldn't help but frown, staring at the completely dark mirror that had no effect on her, and muttered:

"Hmm? That's strange, it shouldn't be like this. Why isn't there a final scene of death?"

Chapter 118 Shiki Eiki's Doubts

Undeterred, Shiki Eiki poured her magic into the Pure Glass Mirror in her hand again, but all she could see was a vast expanse of darkness.

No matter how many times the mountain spider's life story is replayed, the final scene will always remain the same: he leaps into the air and chases after the fleeing cat demon.

However, the exact cause of death remains unknown.

This led Shiki Eiki to a bizarre thought: could it be that the Pure Glass Mirror in her hand was malfunctioning or broken?

Because apart from those powerful individuals who can use supernatural powers to sneak into the underworld, the only other beings who can come to this Hall of Right and Wrong are the dead.

However, the fact that a deceased person has no description of the scene of their death is extremely illogical from any perspective, and such a thing has only happened a few times since the establishment of the underworld.

Shiki Eiki glanced at Yamagumo and thought that the boy was quite honest, as he hadn't told a single lie during his self-introduction. Her furrowed brows immediately relaxed a bit.

You see, she has seen many audacious madmen who try to cover up their sins in life with lies and deception, but they all have nowhere to hide before the ability to 'distinguish right from wrong'.

While Shiki Eiki's abilities may not be able to reconstruct and deduce the true nature of a matter like the great detective Sherlock Holmes, as a judge, she only needs to distinguish right from wrong and enforce the law impartially.

Seeing that Shiki Eiki's expression had softened, the fourteen cold-faced grim reapers carrying various hideous instruments of torture withdrew their gazes from Yamagumo and continued to stand proudly as background sculptures.

The mountain spider felt the mountain-like pressure on its body slowly dissipate and breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't already a spirit, it would probably have had to wipe away its sweat.