Chapter 33 I will always stay by your side

When Shen Qing stuffed the last piece of black iron soft armor into his bag, the bronze candlestick suddenly moved without wind.

Yeluvis's wide sleeves swept in with dark purple mist, and the ice crystals condensed on his fingertips scratched fine cracks on the bag.

"Have you brought everything you were asked to bring?"

"Bring them with you, don't worry, they are all emergency supplies."

Shen Qing smiled and held down Yeluvis's restless wrist, touching the raised knuckles on the other's palm - Yeluvis's hands were not delicate, but rather rough, with marks accumulated over the years.

Just like he always carries the aura of the dark deep pool, but now it is mixed with the smell of anxiety.

"Can't you just not go?"

Yeluvis was so stifled that even the silver ornaments on his temples were trembling slightly.

He was still very reluctant to see Shen Qingze go, but he couldn't persuade the other party more, so he had to compromise.

Shen Qingze kissed his lips and soothed him gently.

"Just this once, I will agree to all your requests when I come back, don't be angry, okay?"

The sound of dragging chains came from outside the bluestone steps, and the whimpering of the eighteen levels of hell mixed with the screams of evil spirits tore Shen Qingze's shadow into pieces.

Just as he was about to speak, Yeluvis suddenly grabbed the back of his neck and pressed down hard with his cold lips. The bloody kiss was filled with dense spells.

"This can save your life when you are in desperate situation on Hell Road..."

The ghost king cursed softly, and the cloak embroidered with gold threads and patterns of the underworld fell on Shen Qingze's shoulders.

"If you encounter trouble that you cannot handle, get away from it immediately..."

"I will. I'll remember it."

Shen Qing placed the sachet against his chest, and a wisp of Mo Xiaodie's remaining soul trembled gently in the sachet.

Her breath was becoming thinner and thinner, and she couldn't delay any longer.

When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the soul-suppressing nail looming in Yeluvis's sleeve. It was a killing weapon forged by the Ghost King himself.

At this moment, it was wrapped in layers of talismans, obviously he had made some preparations in advance.

The foul mist filled his ankles. When Shen Qing stepped onto the bluestone engraved with burning characters, he heard the footsteps of Yeluvis walking back behind him.

The sound was blown into pieces by the cold wind, and Shen Qing tightly grasped the sword at his waist. It was forced upon him by Yeluvis, who said it could be used as a talisman against physical damage and was more useful than his peach wood sword that looked like it would break at any time.

He didn't know that Yeluvis had secretly controlled the three-headed dog guarding Hell Road.

Little did they know that the ghost soldiers on both sides of the road had already had their self-consciousness devoured, and were only placed here to serve as mascots.

He just thought this was a dangerous journey unique to the road to hell.

He didn't know that the pair of sinister eyes outside the gate of Hell had already paved all the escape routes for him.

The moment Shen Qingze stepped into the road to hell, his eardrums suddenly swelled and the foul smell penetrated into his nostrils like a substance.

Blood clouds rolled over his head, and the wails of thousands of resentful spirits turned into sharp sonic blades, cutting through the spiritual barrier that protected his body.

He staggered and held onto the stone pillar engraved with bloody curses. The grooves where his fingertips touched oozed smelly mucus, which was actually gnawing at his skin.

The first test came unexpectedly.

Countless pale arms emerged from the dark mist, with white bones embedded in the nails, tightly wrapped around his ankles.

Shen Qing drew out his sword, and wherever the sword energy reached, his arm turned into ashes, but it condensed again in the next moment.

As cold sweat soaked his back, he suddenly remembered that there were poisonous insects from southern Xinjiang stuffed in his bag.

He bit his fingertips and spread the poison powder, and a fishy wind blew over him with the smell of burnt rotten flesh.

The deeper you go, the thinner the air becomes, as if even breathing has become a luxury.

The fire of the second level gushed out from the ground, and Shen Qingze's black iron soft armor was burned hot.

He bit his tongue and spat out blood desperately, just enough to carve out a way to survive in the sea of fire.

In the third illusion, Mo Xiaodie's bloodstained shadow kept saying "Save me". Yeluvis's disappointed voice made him tremble. He could withstand any harm, but he couldn't bear Yeluvis.

This illusion caught the biggest flaw in his mind, which was truly shameful.

Shen Qingze's hand holding the sachet trembled constantly, and he forced himself to practice the Qingxin Jue to break through the illusion.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but when the last evil spirit blocking his way disappeared under his sword, Shen Qing slumped to the ground, staring at the exit that was looming in the distance.

He struggled to get up, but kicked something as he took a step - it was a bronze token engraved with Netherworld patterns, with "Burn when in trouble" written in cinnabar on the back.

Shen Qingze's pupils suddenly shrank. The remaining aura on the token clearly belonged to Yeluvis.

Looking back, he saw that the thorny road he had come on was now covered with white guiding soul fire. The checkpoints that had once put him in danger of death now seemed much more docile.

It turned out that every time when he was in danger, there was always a barely perceptible dark purple spiritual power to help him resolve the crisis.

At the end of the road to hell, Mo Xiaodie's shadow lost its blood color and became transparent and light. The sachet that supported her residual soul was half floating in the air, emitting a faint light.

"My sins are washed away."

She smiled and disappeared into the mist,

"Please thank...that gentleman for me."

Shen Qing clenched the token tightly, and finally understood what kind of thrilling protection was hidden behind Yeluvis's nagging instructions.

"Congratulations, you have successfully completed all the tests"

Shen Qing looked up, and a soul appeared in front of him from the void.

"Who are you?"

The soul bowed slightly to him and said calmly

"I am the guardian of Hell Road. Madam, are you injured?"

Shen Qing heaved a deep breath. It would be a lie to say that he was not injured. The half of his calf that was burned and the scars on his back were all in pain.

The props and magic weapons he brought with him before setting out were basically all used up. The only magic weapon he had left was the sword that Yeluvis had forced upon him.

He can still stand here, it is really because of his strong luck,

But what Yeluvis said was right. It was impossible for anyone to survive the Eighteen Levels of Hell. He was able to get out. I guess Yeluvis had put in a lot of effort.

The difficulty Shen Qingze experienced was estimated to be only one-third of the Hell Road.

It is hard to imagine whether he would have been killed along the way if Yeluvis had not intervened.

"Fortunately... I'll have to trouble the guardian to take care of the rest..."

The Hell Road Guardian nodded and took the scent sachet floating in the air.

After the baptism of the Hell Road, Mo Xiaodie's soul is no longer floating. Now it is full of strength. She only needs to wait for a few days until her soul is completely stable, and then she can go to accept the judgment again.

Whether she can get the chance to go to the underworld and reincarnate depends entirely on her own luck.

Shen Qingze has done all he can, and he is extremely tired now.

However, he still had to pull himself together and walk through this seemingly dangerous but actually well-arranged road to hell with the secret tenderness of Yeluvis.

Nothing happened on the last stretch of the journey, and soon he saw a figure waiting there in the light.

He threw himself into Yeluweisi's arms, tears slowly falling.

"Yeluvis, thank you...thank you"

Yeluvis protected his body and kissed his forehead gently.

“You did a great job, thank you for your hard work”

Shen Qingze could no longer keep his extremely tired eyelids open, and fell into a deep sleep in the warm and safe arms of his lover.

"Go to sleep, I'm here",

"I will always be by your side."