No, look back.
The system said impatiently. Han Lingxi sighed helplessly. This system was becoming more and more unprofessional. However, she still obediently turned her head and saw the well-behaved little girl following behind her.
Han Lingxi blinked, then looked around. It was clearly not the mortal realm. It seemed that the original owner had just helped Luo Shaoxuan and then taken the little girl back to the underworld.
It seemed she couldn't escape the whipping. Han Lingxi sighed and handed the little girl over to the ghost messenger. The ghost messenger only needed to take the soul to the underworld; the ghost messenger would take care of everything else.
It was already daytime in the mortal realm, so there was nothing for Han Lingxi to do. Therefore, Han Lingxi wandered around the underworld aimlessly, thinking about the mission of this plane as she walked. It seemed very simple, consisting of only one sentence: to be with Luo Shaoxuan. However, it was actually very difficult.
Even though Han Lingxi is a wandering spirit who can roam the human world, she is still a ghost from the underworld. Humans and ghosts are on different paths. How can she be with Luo Shaoxuan? Should she kill Luo Shaoxuan? If she does, she will probably be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell for disrupting the order of the mortal world.
As Han Lingxi walked, she arrived at the Yellow Springs River. She saw only one boat going back and forth in the middle of the river. Ghosts from the Yellow Springs stretched out their arms and grabbed the edge of the boat, whether they wanted to climb onto the boat or say a word to someone they knew.
The original owner of this body ended up becoming a ferryman to the underworld, and it's unknown where this ferryman went after the original owner took his place.
As Han Lingxi was thinking, she saw two figures flying over from the horizon. When the two figures were suspended above the Yellow Springs, Han Lingxi could see clearly that the one in red was the King of the Underworld, and the one standing opposite him was a man in white whom Han Lingxi did not recognize.
“Cui Han, the Underworld and the Divine Realm have always kept to themselves. Your infiltration of the Divine Realm to steal the Blood Orchid will surely anger the gods. Hand over the Blood Orchid, and I can let this matter go.”
The man in white addressed Hades, saying that Hades' name was Cui Han, a name Han Lingxi had never heard of before.
In my past life, I remembered the Blood Orchid. The Blood Orchid was a treasure of the gods, capable of healing all injuries and illnesses. These injuries and illnesses did not refer to those of mortals, but rather to those of gods and demons. Only celestial treasures could heal gods and demons, and the Blood Orchid was the best among them.
The gods treasured the Blood Orchid greatly; no wonder even the mighty King of the Underworld, Cui Han, had to steal it.
"Enough with the nonsense, come and take it yourself if you're so capable."
After Cui Han finished speaking, he attacked the man in white. The two of them fought fiercely. Han Lingxi quickly found the Three Lives Stone next to her and hid herself. These two were obviously not simple. She did not want to be caught in the crossfire. She was the fish.
As it turned out, Han Lingxi's decision was correct. The two men possessed profound magical powers, and their fight was earth-shattering. Fortunately, the Three Lives Stone had existed since the beginning of time and was able to protect Han Lingxi from being affected by them.
The ghosts in the underworld were not so lucky. Wherever the two passed, no living beings remained, and the ghosts were instantly annihilated. The ferry boat was also overturned in the underworld and shattered instantly. It is estimated that the ferryman's soul was also annihilated.
Han Lingxi finally answered one of her questions: she knew where the ferryman from the original owner's past had gone.
The battle lasted for a day and a night. Han Lingxi would occasionally peek out to take a look, but she dared not leave the Three Lives Stone for even a moment, for fear that if she left, her soul would be scattered. She didn't know if she could return to the space-time rift if her soul was scattered.
---Aside---
I've been a bit busy lately, so I'll only post two chapters today π_π
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