Next, it was Hong Zhiming's turn. Hong Zhiming's mouth was gagged, his eyes were filled with terror, and he kept backing away.
Xinghe kicked him over.
The light on the door flickered on.
[Hong Zhiming has a merit value of -16,300 points. In his previous life, he did one good deed and committed 327 bad deeds. He is sentenced to be imprisoned in an iceberg, boiling oil, having his tongue pulled out, and being sawn... for 16,300 years. Only after completing his punishment can he enter the queue to wait for reincarnation. His reincarnation realm is the animal realm.]
Hong Zhiming tried to speak, but was dragged to the eighteenth level of hell by the bull-headed demon with one hand.
Others lined up to enter one after another.
The ghost messengers looked at the scene and nodded, saying, "This way, a lot of ghost power is saved."
This gives them more time to deal with the evil spirits that have defected from the other side.
The efficiency of reincarnation can also be greatly improved.
The ghosts in the underworld also began to explore more uses of the Yin-Yang system.
After Xinghe finished demonstrating all the modules, he turned off the live stream.
Xinghe looked at the ghost messengers around him and said with a half-smile, "You guys have it a bit easy, haven't you? Quite a few souls have escaped."
The ten ghost messengers were somewhat embarrassed by Xinghe's words.
They really didn't expect it to turn out like this.
In the past, they had tried to search, but it was a waste of time and delayed subsequent work. They still couldn't find the souls. Over time, they assumed that the ghosts didn't want to enter the underworld and had run away on their own.
Xinghe turned directly and went to the Yama's Palace.
All the idle ghost messengers in the underworld followed Xinghe and went to the Yama King's Palace together.
Xinghe plopped down on the stool.
The Ten Kings of Hell were a little embarrassed.
After all, such a big mistake happened within their jurisdiction.
"The fairy has helped us a lot. We haven't had a chance to give you the gift we talked about last time, so let's take it together this time."
King Qin Guang coughed.
Seeing that Xinghe didn't speak, he gritted his teeth and added, "You destroyed a den of evil spirits and helped us find so many lost souls. The merit should be attributed to the fairy."
"Let's start from our heads."
Merit points don't appear out of thin air. Even if Yama and his ilk work diligently for many years, they would only accumulate a few hundred thousand merit points.
However, they still have to rely on Xinghe now, and they are in the wrong in this matter, so they are willing to give up this merit value.
The other ghosts echoed, and a large amount of merit points floated behind Xinghe, merging into the golden light behind her.
Xinghe has been receiving merit points continuously during this period.
The main part is the Samsara Path, and there are also transactions in the back-end shops.
She earns merit points for every school or orphanage she donates to, and she also earns merit points when the female ghost goes out on missions to eliminate evil spirits.
With the money allocated to her by the King of Hell, Xinghe checked her merit points and found that they had surpassed one million.
With the goal of reaching ten million in the near future, Xinghe is in a better mood.
A smile returned to her kitten-like eyes. She counted again before suppressing her laughter and getting down to business, "You all saw what happened today. What exactly is that thing?"
The several Yama kings looked at each other in bewilderment.
Finally, Yama, the King of Hell, spoke, "To be honest, we don't know either. It suddenly descended upon this world."
"After it appeared, it alarmed the Heavenly Realm, and then..."
Xinghe gazed at Yama, curiously awaiting his next words.
"Then, the passage to the Immortal Realm closed, and we could no longer receive any messages about the Immortal Realm."
Although the Kings of Hell usually disapproved of the arrogant attitude of the celestial realm, as beings living in the same world, they still felt the sorrow of mutual dependence and vulnerability.
"The Emperor of Fengdu, who governs the underworld, wanted to go and see what had happened, but then he also lost contact with the underworld."
The ghost messengers looked serious.
Xinghe, "Was it also because of 'it' that a large number of evil spirits escaped five years ago?"
“Yes.” Yama nodded. “His hand tore open the eighteen levels of hell, and a large number of evil spirits escaped. We had to join forces to repair the barrier of hell.”
Faced with that thing, all they could think of was despair.
Fortunately, that thing has limitations and cannot be allowed to descend into this world at will.
When they talked about him, all the ghost messengers looked rather grim.
Originally, the existence of this thing was an absolute taboo. If word got out, the already unstable underworld would likely descend into chaos instantly.
King Yama then mentioned another important matter: "It can arouse the darkness and violence in the hearts of all living beings, and it is because of it that the malevolent energy in the underworld is becoming increasingly heavy."
"The fairy should have sensed it too. If you hadn't temporarily opened up the path of reincarnation, the ghosts in the underworld would have rioted in no time."
"Apart from these, we know nothing about it."
The atmosphere was somewhat serious.
"What's the panic? If he could really kill us so easily, would he need to resort to these sneaky tricks?"
Xinghe stood up. "There's always a way out. If there is, there's no point in struggling. I'm going back now. I'm too tired."
I stayed up very late tonight, I need to go back to sleep.
With her back to them, Xinghe waved her hand, the space distorted, and she disappeared into the underworld.
King Qin Guang stared at Xinghe's retreating figure for several seconds. "Can mortals really defeat gods?"
"Isn't it unfair to drag her into this?"
"This is our last resort. Besides, is she an ordinary person?"
They concealed something from Xinghe: they were considered ghosts and gods, and they could vaguely sense the divinity emanating from that thing.
It's quite incongruous that something so malevolent and malevolent has developed a divine quality.
The word "God" represents too much, and they dare not reveal it easily.
When Xinghe returned, Ye Ning and Sheng Xiuwen were still awake. They fussed over her, asking how she was doing, and then filled the bathtub with water so she could wash up and get some rest.
After confirming that Xinghe was settled and going to sleep, the two of them went back to their room to rest.
Recently, news has surfaced about Zuo Hongfang's family, who are associated with Xinghe. Regardless of whether it's true or not, Ye Ning and the others want to go and see for themselves.
After Xinghe fell asleep, the white egg bounced around a few times in the incubator and carefully pried open the incubator door.
It poked out its round, white head, and after making sure it wouldn't be noticed, jumped directly from the incubator onto the starry bed.
It slowly rubbed against the Star River pillow, absorbing the white light emanating from the Star River.
It tilted its eggshell, sensing an aura on Xinghe that made it very uncomfortable.
Black, bloody, murderous, and gloomy, all mixed together.
The white egg stirred, trying to emit a white light to drive away the black things on the Milky Way.
No, it might be just slightly ahead, but it was tightly attached to Xinghe, and it took a lot of effort for the white egg to clean it off.
When it was almost done, it was so tired that it collapsed next to the pillow and fell asleep against the starry sky.
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