816: Chapter 63: On The Path of the Netherworld, Guarded by the Souls of Heroes 816: Chapter 63: On The Path of the Netherworld, Guarded by the Souls of Heroes Wang Yunxiao took one look and imdiately realized this thing wasn’t dostic.
The Spider Demons back ho loved taking baths—they wouldn’t live this deep underground.
With Lianluo personally guarding this area, even if spiders crawled up, there was no need to worry.
What we should really be concerned about, though, is whether her Panda Bomb might collapse the tunnel.
And as it turns out, that worry was very much warranted.
Not five minutes after leaving the icy bridge, a violent tremor shook the ground behind them, causing snow and ice from overhead to co crashing down.
The good news, however, was that this perilous journey was nearing its end.
Passing through another gate, the swirling snowstorm instantly disappeared, replaced by an eerily silent realm that seed to muddle the senses.
Wang Yunxiao instinctively covered his nose and mouth, though he didn’t actually sll anything unusual.
Then, in the thin mist far ahead, he spotted a dilapidated temple.
On the battered plaque at the temple’s entrance, three characters could still faintly be made out: “City God Temple.”
This is the Netherworld!
Teacher Liu once explained in class that the Outer Dinsion could be categorized into three types.
The first type is the Higher Dinsion—the legendary Heavenly Realm and Star Realm.
The second type is the Subordinate Dinsion—smaller dinsions like Nanke High School that attach themselves to the Real World or, alternatively, Plane Fragnts.
The last type is more peculiar: Dreamland and the Netherworld.
Dreams and death are concepts beyond normal human comprehension, yet universally understood by all of humanity.
Unlike the wildly different myths, customs, and traditions across various cultures, dreams and death are universally familiar, yet remain enigmatic.
Thus, Dreamland and the Netherworld are able to overlap and intertwine with all other dinsions.
Like sugar and salt, indispensable seasonings for any dish.
This familiar sensation reminded Wang Yunxiao of the feeling he had when he first entered the Thousand-Year Dynasty World.
Undoubtedly, this was the Netherworld—but not the Netherworld he was accustod to.
They had successfully reached the other side.
The path underfoot continued forward endlessly; though there were no clear markers, in this terrifyingly eerie place, moving ahead seed to be the only option available.
“Did you hear sothing?”
The mont Wang Yunxiao heard soone say that, he knew trouble was coming.
Quickly!
Stuff a cloth, throw a hood over their head, tie them up—the whole package!
It had been ages since the crew had handled this sort of task, and their movents were visibly rusty.
The Special Service Section’s second squad mbers walking alongside them blushed bright red—they had experienced this very “service” the last ti themselves.
“Don’t stop!
Move faster!
Keep going forward!
Run!
You’ll be ho soon!”
Wang Yunxiao shouted loudly to rally morale.
His vision, far sharper than most, could already make out faint figures wobbling toward them through the mist ahead.
A chilling wave of dread washed over everyone, forcing them to pick up their pace instinctively.
Still, not everyone could run.
Li Mingshen, burdened by his heavy pack, clenched his teeth and trudged along at the back of the group, veins bulging on his forehead.
Age had caught up with him; carrying a load many tis heavier than the others, no matter how hard he tried, his steps grew heavier and heavier.
When age begins to show its frailty, it naturally invites the attention of Evil Spirits.
Suddenly, his foot slipped—he stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud.
As he propped himself up, a sharp pain accompanied by the tallic taste of blood filled his mouth; he felt as though he might’ve chipped a tooth.
Dazed, he saw a grotesque big-headed ghost closing in on him, its long tongue reaching out to lick his face.
“Get lost—!”
Li Mingshen roared furiously, spitting a mouthful of blood and saliva that splattered all over the big-headed ghost.
With a screech, the ghost turned into billowing black smoke and dispersed.
“My life is not yours to take, you wretch!”
Wang Yunxiao quickly rushed over and pulled him up.
“My books!
My books!”
Li Mingshen, his mouth bleeding profusely, still struggled to retrieve his own pack.
“Matuan!”
Ghost Creatures sward from all directions, plunging the entire group into chaos.
Wang Yunxiao had no ti to pick up the pack; instead, he called out to the brothers behind him.
If it weren’t for the ordinary humans slowing him down, he could’ve handled these insignificant creatures by eating them raw with mustard and soy sauce.
The real issue, however, was precisely these ordinary humans—they were screaming, crying, running around in panic, and even having convulsions, foaming at the mouth on the spot.
They couldn’t be held back even with both hands.
With a rush of noise, countless paper sheets scattered into the air.
The hidden Advisor, Little Gourd, finally made her move.
Every bizarre Ghost Creature touched by her paper instantly vanished, becoming lifelike illustrations on the sheets.
But at this mont, Wang Yunxiao didn’t relax.
Instead, his vigilance heightened.
The Chess Herald and Advisor were at their most vulnerable when they attacked.
If they encountered a shaless ancient specter scheming to launch a surprise attack, even the formation of Garrison Soldiers wouldn’t be able to fully protect them.
Didn’t they say there weren’t supposed to be any Extraordinary Powers here?
Ghosts don’t count as extraordinary?
Wang Yunxiao wanted to curse out loud.
Though the Evil Spirits were temporarily captured by Little Gourd, a number of zombie-like Ghost Creatures still lingered nearby.
They seed to be of higher rank, as Little Gourd’s techniques were ineffective against them.
When these creatures got closer, Wang Yunxiao finally noticed they were wielding large blades and spears, bearing bizarre, inexplicable talismans painted across their mutilated bodies.
It seed they had suffered horrific tornt in life.
The deeper one’s resentnt in life, the easier it is to beco a Fierce Ghost after death.
Just as Wang Yunxiao prepared to act, a heavy sigh echoed in the air.
Then, a voice spoke: “Brothers, let them pass.”
Upon hearing this, the Ghost Creatures unexpectedly halted their advance.
Wang Yunxiao followed the sound, noticing he had unknowingly walked beneath a gate tower.
On top of the tower hung a high severed head, its face sared with dried, filthy blood—but it looked vaguely familiar.
Li Mingshen muttered under his breath, “So it’s Wang Lu the hero.
When the Foreigners’ Allied Forces took the city, he led his brothers in a fierce battle lasting days, refusing to retreat.
Later, to protect the fleeing won and children, he surrendered voluntarily and was beheaded by the Foreigners for all to see, his head hung above South City’s gate…”
It was him?
Wang Yunxiao’s heart swirled with emotion, recalling the mont he had unknowingly entered that ti fragnt in the Moat Dinsion.
“Hurry forward, everyone.
Beyond this gate lies the road to the living world.”
The severed head atop the gate spoke again.
“Do not fear my brothers.
In life, they were all valiant heroes—they simply don’t recognize the living.”
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