The host is no longer a human today.

The little ghosts wandering in the mortal world also drifted towards the gates of hell. They had no idea of ​​dominating the mortal world, they just wanted to end this life and reincarnate in the underworld.

Before the underworld was closed, they could only wander outside, waiting for the day when their souls would be scattered.

Now I finally have a home!

Of course, some people are happy and some are unhappy.

There was silence in the main hall of Taichu Sect. The disciples who usually chanted scriptures and prayed for blessings were all locked up in the dungeon. A group of evil spirits with strong ghostly aura looked at the gate of hell in the sky with grim expressions.

"What's going on? Didn't they say the gates of hell were closed? Why is it open again?!" one of the green-faced ghosts said angrily.

The appeal of the Ghost Gate is not too strong, they can restrain themselves, but if they don’t go back, it doesn’t mean that other little ghosts won’t go back!

Those ordinary ghosts had to collude with them in order to survive, but now they have a better choice, so of course they will run away as soon as possible.

In addition, the opening of the Ghost Gate only means that the underworld is going to be rebuilt, and they will definitely be targeted by the underworld in the future.

People in the mortal world can't do anything to them, but the underworld has plenty of ways to deal with them.

"What are you afraid of? The underworld has been abandoned for so long. How can they free up manpower to capture us so quickly? Be calm!" A female ghost in red interrupted the panic of the green-faced ghost.

"As long as we grow stronger before they react, they won't be able to do anything to us." The white-faced ghost nodded to show his agreement.

"In that case, let's absorb the energy of a few more people every day and become stronger as quickly as possible."

The Black Mist Ghost nodded and made the decision.

"Yes." The ghosts all bowed their heads in response.

When all the ghosts were facing a formidable enemy, Shen Zuixue and Yan Changsui were already standing at the gates of hell.

There were hideous ghost patterns carved on the huge stone gate. Perhaps it was sensing the Fengdu Emperor's Seal, but the Ghost Gate slowly opened and a cold breath blew in.

(ps: The relevant plots about the underworld are all written by Yuanyuan based on the information she looked up and her imagination. Just take a look at it, darlings, don’t be too picky. Yuanyuan is a believer in Marxismヽ(=??w??=)丿)

After entering the stone gate, there was no sunshine and no blue sky, but perhaps because it had been closed for a long time, there was not the thick yin energy as imagined.

Shen Zuixue and Yan Changsui looked at each other, walked through the corridor, and a dark river appeared in front of them.

The river water was dark green and calm. There was a stone bridge on the river. At the end of the bridge were several ghost officials holding spears and an old woman who was cooking thick soup.

But whether it was the ghost or the old woman, they all had their eyes closed.

Shen Zuixue paused. This should be the Naihe Bridge and the Wangchuan River, right?

A cold wind blew by, bringing with it a biting chill. The wind seemed to be mixed with countless whispers and wails, making it impossible to tell the source.

The two quickened their pace and soon entered the depths of the underworld.

As they went deeper, will-o'-the-wisp lights began to flicker, like a pair of ghostly eyes in the darkness, and the firelight lengthened the shadows of the two people.

Finally, they arrived at the judgment seat of the King of Hell. The seat was high up, made of pitch-black stone, and carved with various lifelike images of ghosts and monsters.

The King of Hell sat on the throne with a dignified look on his face, but his eyes were still closed.

Around the judgment platform stood rows of ghost officials, all of them wearing black armor, holding various weapons, and with ferocious faces.