Some of the more powerful ghost messengers were so badly affected by the sound that they suffered splitting headaches, while those with lower cultivation levels lost consciousness entirely, making their situation even worse.
Not to mention the ordinary ghosts suffering in the eighteen levels of hell; those who haven't been completely annihilated are considered to have accumulated some good karma in their past lives.
Who would have thought that the good deeds I accumulated in my past life could be used in the underworld?
Thinking about it, I feel heartbroken and miserable.
Of course, some unlucky ones, who had already been tortured, were so badly robbed of their souls by the vengeful ghost that they would never see it again.
Holy shit!
A sense of resentment welled up within them, but they would never know the cause of today's events, much less the vengeful spirit that had brought them this calamity.
His name was Song Sui'an.
A handsome and vengeful ghost of twenty-two years old wreaks havoc in the underworld.
The underworld was thrown into chaos, and Yama, the King of Hell, was furious.
Listening to the sound of blood gushing from his ear canal, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva frowned.
Who exactly came up with the idea of tying him to the pillar formed from the Pool of Time and Space?
Everyone had this question, without prior arrangement.
Spacetime cannot be usurped by anyone but the most powerful beings; it is also known as the Weak Water, symbolizing that spacetime is in a chaotic and irreconcilable state.
This also means that this pillar cannot be destroyed. It's somewhat different from the one the Monkey King stole from the Dragon Palace, but its nature is equally malicious.
Unfortunately, this unprecedented red-clad vengeful ghost, Song Suian, was also in an irreconcilable state of chaos.
Who can subdue Song Sui'an? Hmph, all the ghost soldiers and demons fell to the ground.
The evil warriors and demon leaders wept bitterly, none of them capable of fighting.
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A simple, unadorned stone. Engraved on it are three small, ancient characters: "半步多" (Banbuduo).
Song Suian stood by the rock, looking around at the surroundings. As far as the eye could see, there was only the endless reeds and the blue sky.
The seasons change with every breath, the sun and moon are always there, yet they pale in comparison to the stars, which is both magical and bizarre.
Song Suian turned around and looked at the line of words again. He didn't recognize any of the three small characters, but he unconsciously read them out: "One step less, one step less, one step less."
"You're so noisy, you idiot."
The stone with the inscription suddenly spoke up and lectured Song Suian, its words full of disdain: "What do you mean 'one step less'? It's clearly carved as half a step more! You have no knowledge at all, really!"
Song Suian had never seen such a strange sight before. Startled, he quickly asked, "Who are you? Where is this? How did I get here?"
Stone found it both annoying and intriguing: "Strange, strange, really strange. How could anyone come here? And what's more, it's not a human, but a vengeful ghost in red with divine consciousness. How bizarre!"
The stone's voice was loud, but it seemed to be restraining itself from speaking out loud, saying only, "I am the Huashan Stone, who was moved to Fengdu and is also called the Taishan Stone Guardian. You must speak softly, because there is a powerful being sleeping here. Please listen to my advice."
Song Suian was puzzled. All around him was reeds and the sky, and even the ground beneath his feet was made of water. He didn't know where anyone could hide to sleep.
Shi Gandang was quite polite, so Song Suian complied. He lowered his body and whispered to Shi Gandang, "Where is this place, and how did I end up here?"
Shi Gandang sighed in despair, lamenting that he had no hands or feet and nowhere to run.
A long, drawn-out yawn came from the heavens and earth, and Shi Gandang's expression vanished, turning him back into an ordinary stone.
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