As far as Wang Yao could see, there was a sea of lights. These colorful lights, reflecting the stars in the night sky, were truly dazzling and breathtaking. The only drawback was that there wasn't a single ghost in the sea of lights, which made it seem strangely quiet and out of place amidst the lively lights.
It's like an amusement park that's closed but still has electricity; the laughter and joy seem to still linger in your ears, but all you see are empty carousels, Ferris wheels, and lonely neon lights with no one to watch.
"What's going on? There's no sign of death here, so why are all the ghosts gone?" the fairy asked, looking around.
"Let me make a call and ask where the hell the King of Hell has gone?" Cao Xian took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello? Old Song? Yes, it's me. Where am I? Where else could I be? I'm still in your underworld... What? The ghost passage is closed? Holy crap, are you cursing me to die? You're over eight hundred years older than me, and you're still alive, so why should I be?"
Cao Xian's face suddenly turned red while she was on the phone, and she started cursing.
Wang Yao, however, realized that Old Song most likely believed Cao Xian was dead and was calling him as Cao Xian's ghost.
"I'm not dead! You bunch of ghosts are so despicable! I was still busy in the Underworld District, and you all disappeared without a trace. I'm out now, on the seventeenth floor with Fairy Maiden. Where are you? What...what? How did you get to floor zero? What the hell are you doing?..."
"All those devils have gone to floor zero." Cao Xian chatted with Old Song on the phone for a while, then hung up with a grim expression and looked at Fairy Maiden.
"Why?" the fairy asked in astonishment.
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