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"Oh my god, he's so strong! Hurry up, take that man's soul away!"

The man in white, Xie Bian, had never seen anyone who could cut off the chains of the Eighth Master. He felt that it would be useless to continue fighting with him, so he quickly stepped forward to help.

Fan Wujiu tied Mo Heng's soul out of his body, preparing to lead the other's soul to the underworld.

"Where are you taking him?" Chu Jun saw that the two men were about to take Mo Heng's soul as if no one was around, so he naturally didn't give them a good look. He didn't know how he did it, but he broke Fan Wujiu's chains with one blow. Mo Heng's soul was unconscious and floating in the air. Chu Jun flew into the air and caught him.

At this time he also understood that he was probably not an ordinary person.

However, he could put aside the question of who he was for now. If someone wanted to snatch Mo Heng from him, he would never agree.

Seeing that Chu Jun would not let the ghost go easily, the silent Fan Wujiu spoke up, "Sir, although I don't know where you come from, you cannot interfere with our official duties. You hold the soul we need to guide. If he returns to the underworld to reincarnate, judging by the strength of his soul, it will dissipate in this world in a few days."

"Hell?" Chu Jun's sanity had returned. Mo Heng's soul was in his hands, and he also listened to Fan Wujiu's words.

"Yes, sir, you can still meet after the soul is reincarnated." Xie Bian also advised.

Even if Chu Jun believed them, he would not let Mo Heng leave his side: "How do we get to the underworld? Take me with you."

"Well..." Xie Bian hesitated when he heard that Chu Jun was also going.

Fan Wujiu said, "We need to consult our superiors about this."

"I only give you one minute to give me an answer, otherwise you can't leave." Chu Jun felt Mo Heng's weakness and urged.

Xie Bian felt the terrifying power surrounding Chu Yun and said soothingly, "Please wait a moment."

After a while...

"Please come with us, our boss wants to see you." Xie Bian put down the speaking stone in his hand.

Seeing that Chu Jun still didn't let go of the soul in his hand, Fan Wujiu reminded him: "The soul in your hand..."

"Is there a problem?" Chu Jun glanced at Fan Wujiu.

"No, no..." Fan Wujiu compromised instantly.

Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu looked at each other and felt that this matter could only be dealt with by their superiors in the underworld.

There is no way. They can't win by themselves, and Fan Wujiu's magic weapon is about to be destroyed by the opponent. If they don't feel sorry for their performance, they should feel sorry for their own magic weapon.

The underworld, this dark place that exists in legends and myths, is a place that the living fear and the dead must visit.

There is no warmth of sunshine here, only eternal darkness and coldness.

The tall Ghost Gate stands at the entrance to the underworld. The red spider lilies on both sides are in full bloom, so red that they seem to drip blood, contrasting with the pale faces of the ghosts.

Red spider lily is the only flower in the underworld. Its blood-red flowers bloom in the darkness, beautiful and sad, symbolizing endless longing and inseparable emotions.

The entrance to the underworld is Ghost Gate. Two towering stone gates stand on a desolate plain. The stone gates are engraved with strange runes. These runes emit a faint blue light, as if telling an ancient spell.

On both sides of the door stood the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Guards, who were the guards of the underworld. They had the head of an ox and the body of a human, and the body of a horse and the body of a human. They had ferocious faces and held steel forks in their hands. No creature without permission could pass through their defense line.

The Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons looked at the returning Black and White Impermanence and thought it was strange that these two gentlemen were so timid today.

Niutou had a good relationship with the two men and asked, "Master Black, Master White, where did you get this soul from? It looks so beautiful."

Niu Tou looked at Chu Yun and Mo Heng behind the two men, thinking that they were the souls brought back from the mortal world by the Black and White Impermanence this time, so he prepared to take them in and lead them inside.

Xie Bian saw Niu Tou about to attack and quickly stopped him, worried that he would anger the master behind him again: "These two are not the ones the boss wants us to take to the Hades Palace. Hey, I don't want to chat with you anymore, we are in a hurry to get on with our journey."

Xie Bian said this and waved to Niu Tou, then led a few people across the ghost gate and walked inside.

"These two are so weird." Niutou touched his head and looked at Xie Bian who left in a hurry, feeling very confused.

Horse-Faced Guard looked at Chu Jun, who had remained silent behind Xie Bian, and turned to ask, "Niutou, don't you think that the most beautiful soul is a little strange?"

"Now that you mention it, there seems to be an unusual aura about them." Niu Tou also noticed it, but he didn't look at the two people carefully at the time, and now he couldn't think of anything. "But they are really good-looking. If Meng Po saw them, she would definitely like them."

"It's not a good thing to be liked by Meng Po." Horse-Faced Man didn't think about it anymore and began to worry about the beauty sincerely.

After passing through the Ghost Gate, several people arrived at the Yellow Springs Road.

The road is long and winding, with barren land on both sides. Occasionally, a few dead trees sway in the wind, making creaking sounds.

On the Yellow Springs Road, countless ghosts slowly walked forward, their faces pale and their eyes empty, as if they were still nostalgic for the mundane world. This road had no end, only endless darkness and silence.

At the end of the Yellow Springs Road is the Forgotten River. The river water is a strange black color, and thick fog hangs over the river, making the scenery on the other side of the river vague.

The water of the Forgotten River is the cleansing water of the soul. As long as you drink a sip of the water, all memories of your life will disappear without a trace.

There is a weathered stone bridge on the river, named Naihe Bridge.

The bridge is mottled, as if it has experienced countless years of erosion. On both sides of the bridge are bottomless cliffs. Only brave souls can cross this bridge and reach the other side.

Sitting at the bridgehead was a woman with long silver-white hair, dressed in a yellow-green classical robe. She held a long spoon in her hand and was pouring the water of the Forgotten River for each soul in front of her.

When the Black and White Impermanence saw the woman, they quickly quickened their pace and walked over.

Fortunately, the woman was busy and didn't notice the people passing by.

"It was a close call. I almost ran into Meng Po." Xie Bian didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he could no longer see the woman.

"If Meng Po sees you, sir, we won't be able to leave for several hours." Even someone as cold and indifferent as Fan Wujiu was helpless towards Meng Po.

"Meng Po, is that the woman just now?" Chu Jun had just arrived in the underworld and was very curious about everything. Upon hearing the conversation between the Black and White Impermanence, she interrupted and asked.

"Yes, Meng Po is famous for liking good-looking men. You and this gentleman should be careful in the future." Xie Bian looked at Chu Jun's beautiful face and reminded unconsciously.

"Okay."

Chu Jun looked incredibly harmless now. Xie Bian, who was quick to forget, started nagging again, "She's not really a man. If a woman were any less capable than her, she'd be entangled with her. I don't know how many punishments she's received over the past few hundred years. I estimate her punishment will last longer than her term. I wonder when she'll be able to retire?"

Seeing that the brat was addicted to talking, Fan Wujiu was worried that he would tell Chu Jun something that he shouldn't, so he coughed.

Although Xie Bian's brain was not very good, he listened to Fan Wujiu's words, understood what his Eighth Master meant, and kept silent.