The founder of the Netherworld, the ruler of the boundless sea of ​​blood.

In short, the two kids, feeling like they had just witnessed a battle of gods, spent their evenings on their way home fantasizing about possessing such power themselves someday.

However, during the time they were at home, another woman appeared in the ancestral hall that they knew so well.

"I never imagined you would be so familiar with what happened to him all those years ago. Young lady, don't meet someone too amazing when you're young! Otherwise, you'll never be able to move on for the rest of your life."

Lin Yunhui wore a very figure-hugging cheongsam, exuding elegance and charm, with a hint of... letting loose?

He sat directly opposite He Yin'er, fanning himself with a fan, exuding the composure of a victor.

"A hen that can't lay eggs!"

The vicious words pierced the deepest part of Lin Yunhui's heart, and she turned her vicious gaze to He Yin'er, who was also an outsider but whose body had not been affected by any supernatural phenomena.

After all, lying in a red coffin and having spent countless decades in a ghost ship, this body could be considered a ghost if it wasn't one. How could it possibly give birth to life?

only…

"I may not be able to lay eggs, but that's still better than you not even getting soup!"

"You..."

"Want to curse me? Go ahead and curse! How much better are you than me? Don't forget, the reason you couldn't get in there was entirely because you ran in and started taking off your clothes, scaring everyone half to death, you bastard!"

Clearly, aside from a few minor issues that can still be absurd and cause chaos, the world remains an incredibly stable and happy place.

Lin Nian, who witnessed all of this unfold, was content and happy even though he could never escape the grave and prison he had created for himself.