According to Taoist legend, the Nine Nether Hells consist of nine smaller hells, collectively known as the Nine Hells. They are the places where Taoists punish those who commit serious offenses.

Unlike ordinary places, the Nine Nether Hell is a place where once you enter, you are condemned to eternal damnation with no hope of liberation. In this place, death is the thing that prisoners yearn for most.

Unfortunately, the Nine Netherworlds bind one's soul and body. Even if one dies there, one will still be reborn in the Nine Netherworlds, unable to escape for countless lifetimes.

The Nine Nether Hells consist of nine smaller hells: the Eastern Wind and Thunder Hell, the Southern Fire Hell, the Western Vajra Hell, the Northern Cold Hell, the Northeastern Boiling Cauldron Hell, the Southeastern Copper Pillar Hell, the Southwestern Slaughter Hell, the Northwestern Chariot Hell, and the Central Universal Raid Hell.

Yan Qing was quite certain that the King of Jinzhu Yelang, who was buried with a coffin carried by nine dragons, must be in the very center of the Pulue Hell.

"That's right, the map!" Yan Qing's eyes lit up. The female corpse had specifically marked the word "map" on the note in the coffin. This meant that the map should be here.

"Wen Jiajia, hurry up, stop dawdling, come help me find the map!" Yan Qing beckoned to her.

Wen Jiajia felt a little nauseous. No matter how beautiful a woman is, she won't look good after turning into a bluish-black corpse. But despite her hesitation, she eventually got to work.

—Although she brought four gloves with her, Yan Qing saw that she was capable of working, so she didn't bother her.

The two men continued searching the body. Because the clothes were badly weathered, much of them were stuck together. Since they weren't professional archaeologists, they resorted to the most violent method: tearing all the clothes to shreds in one go.

"By the Supreme Lord Laozi, I truly did not mean it! Please don't mind, please don't mind!"

Yan Qing kept rummaging through things, muttering to herself, which made Wen Jiajia mentally complain about her.

She just recited the names of all the gods and Buddhas, and now it's Taoism's turn. Yan Qing really doesn't discriminate between the two!

Yan Qing, who was indiscriminate in her tastes, unexpectedly touched something hard when she touched the side of the female corpse, and pulled it out.

"What is this?" Wen Jiajia also came over. Compared to touching a corpse, a living person was much cuter.

Yan Qing was holding a black box in her hand. The material was indistinguishable, but it was surprisingly heavy.

She shone her flashlight inch by inch over the box, and sure enough, there was a small round hole in the very center, clearly an old-fashioned keyhole.

"This looks like a lock!" Wen Jiajia noticed it too, her eyes lighting up. "Yan Qing, didn't you take a key out of the mouth of that hanging woman in red? Why don't you give it a try?"

Yan Qing rolled her eyes at her, "Not bad, your eyesight is pretty good."

Then she took the key out of her pocket, compared it with the box, and found that it should indeed be a pair.

So she confidently inserted the key into the round hole, and with a gentle twist, a soft "click" sound came from the box.

The lid slowly rose, revealing a piece of parchment-like material lying quietly inside. Yan Qing touched it; it felt much softer than parchment.

If she wasn't mistaken, it should be a human skin.

The human skin was dyed a bright red, and many different areas were carefully depicted on it with black lines.

The location marked with a thin copper pillar is in the southeast, and the inscription on it reads: "Southeast Copper Pillar Hell".

Above the Copper Pillar Hell, a place is drawn with dotted lines. There is a coffin under a huge rocky cliff, which seems to be where they are now.

"What does this dotted line mean?" Not only her, but even Wen Jiajia was greatly confused. "Could it be that we're here?"

Yan Qing nodded, somewhat speechless. Although it seemed unbelievable, it was the truth. They were already at the bottom of a cliff.

"But how are we supposed to get out?"

Yan Qing spread her hands and rolled her eyes. "You're asking me? Who should I ask?" She's not a god; she can't predict the future.

Wen Jiajia couldn't help herself and turned around to curse the "national essence".

Suddenly, a violent shaking occurred above their heads, and small fragments of bluestone fell from above. The two women were unable to dodge in time and were both hit several times.

"Oh no! Something must have happened up there! We need to get back quickly!" Yan Qing shouted, and at the same time, she quickly began to climb up the cliff face.

The stone platform was shaking more and more violently. Although Yan Qing didn't understand why, her top priority was to climb up as quickly as possible. Otherwise, if they were even a step too late, the two of them would be turned into meat patties.

Because the bluestone platform kept shaking, and small stones kept falling from above, the two of them actually climbed the mere few dozen meters for more than ten minutes.

"Huff—huff—huff—I can't take it anymore, I'm exhausted!" As soon as Wen Jiajia reached the top of the bluestone cliff, she immediately plopped down on the ground. "No, no, I really have no strength left."

Yan Qing was exhausted herself, and she couldn't care less whether the other person had the strength or not. If they didn't run, they would both be dead soon.

At this moment, the scene on the bluestone cliff changed drastically. The artificial hills on both sides suddenly collapsed on their own for some unknown reason. As a result, the place where the ominous white tiger was beating its chest was completely gone.

Although the feng shui of the White Tiger pounding its chest had been broken, the two of them were now even more unlucky. Yan Qing looked at the space around her, filled with broken sand and fallen rocks, and had an ominous premonition.

Is this place about to completely collapse?

Thinking of this, she didn't care about resting and pulled Wen Jiajia along as they ran towards the only relatively intact gentle slope.

Wen Jiajia was quite startled by her sudden sprint and was about to complain. But just as she reached the bottom of the gentle slope, she heard a loud earthquake.

"Boom—Boom—Boom—", three more loud explosions followed.

Looking back, the bluestone where they had been sitting and resting was now broken in two!

That wasn't all; huge cracks were spreading across the shattered ground, extending towards them.

Wen Jiajia didn't care about anything else at this point and took off running towards the only gentle slope. But she had only run a few steps when Yan Qing pulled her back.

She turned around angrily, "If you miss, go die yourself, don't drag me down with you—ouch! Why did you hit me!"

"I'm going to hit you! You idiot! Do you even know if we can get there?" Yan Qing stood there, watching the cracks slowly approach them, but she had no intention of leaving.

Although the gentle slope in front of them seemed to be their only way out, Yan Qing had a feeling that things wouldn't be that simple.

She seems to have overlooked something.