Pendulum: I'm a knife seller on credit, and I'm looking for Ah Cha to collect the debt.

On the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month of the Jiachen year on earth, it is the day of the underworld's burning crows, and the living can enter the underworld. At that time, a strong wind blew up in the underworld, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. Song Yuan, a man who sold knives on credit, took advantage of the wind to come to the underworld to collect his debt.

——"The Chronicles of the Underworld·Miscellaneous Stories·974,520,000 Years".

"That's outrageous!" The bright lights flickered on Zhao Li's face. He shouted in a hoarse voice, finally breaking off into a slur: "I've never heard of it! Cha Cha, what on earth do you owe him?!"

A'Cha was also stunned, because when Zhao Li roared in frustration just now, his face merged with Meng Qi, the former Lord of the Underworld. She seemed to hear Meng Qi's words, "What did A'Cha take from you?"

At that time, the Zhao Li in front of him was just a monk, a stranger who broke in through the fire.

But now the same thing has happened, and things and people have changed. No, no, no, this is different, because Song Yuan is much worse than Zhao Li.

"Cha Cha, why don't you say something?!" Zhao Li was anxious and spoke louder. The horse-faced man standing next to Cha, who was tall and looked a bit like a foreigner, took a step forward and blocked Zhao Li's way.

"What level are you? Why are you blocking me?" Zhao Li was furious.

"You are not allowed to disrespect Hades," Ma Mian only recognized this because she was the follower of Hades A Cha.

Ah Cha was at a loss for words. She searched her memory carefully and found that there was indeed no such person as Song Yuan. Looking at the excited Zhao Li, she was speechless: "Why are you so excited? It's just a knife."

"Isn't it just a knife?!" Zhao Li's voice rose an octave, "Then take it down!"

With just one sentence, everyone in the underworld was silenced.

To be honest, they don't know when exactly the Song and Yuan dynasties appeared.

The people of the entire underworld felt the vibrations of Hades, and then a man's voice was heard: "Pluto, A'Cha, please return the magic knife within thirty days. I, Song Yuan, can return the knife by entering a dream. Otherwise, the underworld will be in danger!!"

Zhao Li, who had just returned from his mission, quickly came to the place where the vibration in the underworld was most obvious, but he only had time to see a figure. The figure quickly passed by, riding a tall horse, and returned handsomely.

Only Zhao Li and the underworld police were left stunned.

Because the man left a knife at the gate of hell.

Ghost Gate, the entrance to the underworld, can even be summoned out of thin air by experienced soul ferrymen, and is truly the face of the underworld.

According to legend, the Ghost Gate has appeared since the establishment of the underworld, and there are even living things. However, at this moment, there is a kitchen knife firmly stuck in the center of the Ghost Gate on the plaque with the three words "Ghost Gate".

The kitchen knife looked ordinary, but it actually pierced through the Ghost Gate plaque that was said to be impervious to swords and weapons, water and fire. The entire kitchen knife was submerged in it, leaving only the handle.

Extremely ugly.

Zhao Li babbled, "I just tried, but I couldn't pull it out. Besides, this thing will definitely affect the luck of our underworld. I even felt the entire underworld shake a little bit."

"Right, right, right, it definitely affects my luck," said the female judge holding the puppy. "I should have won with that hand just now."

"So it affects your luck. I was wondering why I couldn't see a single bomb when playing Landlord." The male judge in mink clothes also nodded.

Ah Cha was embarrassed and tried to slip away, but Zhao Li stopped her: "Where do you want to go? Cha Cha, this is the face of our underworld, pull out that knife."

"I can't pull it out," Ah Cha lowered her voice so that only she and Zhao Li could hear it. "Really, I tried."

Zhao Li didn't believe it: "You are an old god...you..."

At this time, A Cha waved his hand. This matter must not be known to other people, so the Ox-Head and Horse-Face or other judges who were watching around, as well as the hundreds of underworld police, all disappeared. No one knew where they were thrown by A Cha.

Zhao Li suddenly had a bad premonition. What was this old bastard planning by leaving him alone?

"You are an old god," Zhao Li paused and continued, "If you don't have a solution, who can? You will definitely be able to pull this thing out."

"I really can't pull it out," Ah Cha said numbly, "Don't underestimate it, it's just an ordinary kitchen knife. It's filled with a strong ancient power."

At this point, Ah Cha noticed that Zhao Li was looking at her with deep suspicion. She added with a determined heart, "Even if the Queen Mother of the West came, she wouldn't be able to pull it out!"

Zhao Li still couldn't believe it and thought of going back to find Xiao Ya to try. Kunlun's Heavenly Book knew everything, so it shouldn't be difficult for the Queen Mother of the West to get it.

Ah Cha lowered his voice and said in a negotiating tone, "Isn't it just a plaque? Anyway, the knife has been completely submerged in it, leaving only the handle. It's not a big deal..."

"Look," Ah Cha said, pointing to the plaque in the distance, "With this knife decoration, doesn't it look more solemn and majestic? Even more majestic?"

Zhao Li retorted directly, without mercy: "Come on, you have no shame, but I still have some! In the future, when I escort ghosts, if they ask why there's a knife stuck in the plaque of the Ghost Gate, how will I respond?"

Ah Cha was silent for a moment, then advised, "Is that a problem? After drinking Meng Po soup, the ghosts won't know anything anyway."

Zhao Li was choked up. After thinking carefully about what happened today, he asked in silence, "What is this devil knife? You'd rather have a knife stuck in the plaque of Ghost Gate than give it back?"

"This is the weapon my brother used during the first war with Kunlun." Ah Cha was silent for a moment. "I did borrow it, and I do need to return it, but it's been so long, and no one has come to ask for it."

"Besides, we were defeated back then. As you know, my brother hasn't woken up yet. Besides the power of reincarnation, the only thing that sustains his soul energy is this sword. Can I give it to him?"

"Can I give it?"

This time, Zhao Li was also silent. That really couldn't be given.

"Song Yuan is just a human, not the one who gave me the sword. He might have some ancestral mission. I thought that person had no descendants." Ah Cha rolled his eyes and came up with a plan: "You often walk around in the human world and are familiar with humans. Why don't you talk to him?"

"What am I talking about? I'm talking!" Zhao Li's voice rose. "I'm just a soul ferryman. I don't know anything. How can the descendant who took out that knife be just an ordinary person? Am I looking for death?"

Zhao Li pointed at the Ghost Gate plaque and said, "I can't even pull out this knife."

"Try to negotiate and see if you can use something to pay off... the debt. I, the underworld, can even afford it," Ah Cha said with great enthusiasm. He met Zhao Li's gaze with a righteous look. "Otherwise, you'll just have to endure this thing stuck in your ghost gate. I don't mind."

Zhao Li: "...Let's talk."

Isn't he just a human being? What desires do humans have? Doesn't he know this?