The two ghosts looked up at the sky, pretending to be very busy.
The mighty Emperor of Fengdu insisted on entering the cycle of reincarnation, becoming "her man" in the mouth of a certain ghost.
He seemed very happy to agree.
The Emperor of Fengdu, the ultimate love-obsessed man.
Fu Jingyao glanced at the three ghosts and quietly became a background figure.
Lin Xi composed herself, took out eight fragments, and briefly recounted Ling Xi's story.
Master Xuankong clapped his hands, "My disciple is truly amazing, comparable to the gods with a mortal body."
Black Impermanence glanced at the two of them and remained silent.
Cui Yu sighed and muttered to herself, "So that's how it is. No wonder you went through so much trouble and reincarnated countless times..."
Lin Xi coughed lightly, "In short, we must find the pure power left behind by Ling Xi as soon as possible."
Master Xuankong's imagination ran wild: "Could it be a person?"
Black Impermanence objected, "Purity means being heartless and ruthless. Mortals have seven emotions and six desires, so it is impossible for them to be pure. I think it is something else."
Lin Xi pondered for a moment, "The person or thing is too ordinary. With Ling Xi's intelligence, it would never be that simple."
Master Xuankong nodded, “That makes sense. I’ve lost too many brain cells today. Let’s eat first. Only when we’re full will we have the energy to think.”
Black Impermanence grumbled, "All you know is eating. You must have been a pig in your past life."
Master Xuankong glared at him, "You're the pig! I was a prime minister in my past life."
"Disciple, are you going or not?"
Lin Xi patted her stomach, feeling a bit hungry. "One more day won't make a difference. Let's eat."
Master Xuankong led the way, enthusiastically introducing, "All the delicacies in the underworld were created by me. My disciple, try them later, I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Let me tell you..."
Boom! Boom!
The River of Oblivion boiled violently, its scalding water surging onto the banks, and the ghosts scattered in all directions.
"Touched by the River of Oblivion, hands and feet are severed, and emotions and feelings are forgotten."
"Ahhh! Run!!"
Cui Yu frowned. "Oh no! The vengeful ghosts imprisoned in the eighteenth level of hell have escaped!"
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