Chapter 4107 Road Guide

This Netherworld is truly not a place for ordinary people. At the beginning, there was a Flame Qilin Beast, then in the Black and White Forest there were Black and White Netherworld People, and here we have arrived at another place full of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

We were all stunned by the sight; it seemed like this place was very dangerous.

However, Old Li said, "It's alright, this place is relatively safe. It will be more dangerous ahead. As long as you follow me, there won't be any problems."

Perhaps it was just our imagination, but when we saw the limbs and bodies scattered all over the ground, and the rivers of blood, our first thought was that it was very dangerous. But my master said it was fine. It seems that the saying is true: the more dangerous the place, the safer it is.

Our master led us forward, but the ground felt slippery and uncomfortable.

The old man still felt very familiar with this place. As we walked forward, he didn't say a word, but simply led us through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, occasionally stopping to wait for a while before continuing on.

After that, I felt a chilling wind blowing, and a strong wind was blowing. Occasionally, I could hear some sounds like ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

Master's expression was solemn. He simply led us along and forbade us to make any noise.

I don't know how long we walked, but I felt hungry and tired. Little Fatty couldn't take it anymore and asked if we could stop and eat something before continuing.

But the master said no, before leaving this netherworld, one must not eat or drink anything.

They can't even defecate or urinate.

As for the reason, the master didn't say.

Helpless, we could only continue walking with Old Li, even though we were hungry.

I sensed that this land of corpses and blood was definitely dangerous, enough to kill us, but my master was leading us and we were able to escape those dangers.

If we had come this far on our own, we might have lost our lives.

It has to be my master. He said he didn't care about me, but he still came to save my life in the critical moment.

And so, we followed our master for a very long time, until we finally emerged from this land of corpses and blood.

Once you leave this area, you'll see a thick, gray fog that keeps drifting around.

When we got here, our master told us to take off our shirts, except for Li Chao.

Although we didn't know what our master was going to do, we all did as he said, standing in a row shirtless.

At this moment, Master walked up behind us, golden light shimmering between his fingers, and began to draw talismans in the air behind us. As golden rays of light entered our bodies, I immediately felt a cool sensation flow into my body.

Each person had a talisman implanted into their back by their master.

Then, our master told us to get dressed.

Seeing that he was the only one being treated differently, Li Chao leaned closer and asked, "Why won't you do it for me? Am I not a human being?"

Old Li glanced at Li Chao and nodded: "That's right, you are indeed not human now, it's just that your soul is attached to a body that can rot at any time, so there's no need for that."

This touched a nerve with Li Chao. He snorted coldly and was about to get angry when he was immediately pulled aside by Master Zhiqing: "You brat, whatever Senior Li says goes. He's saving our lives."

Li Chao fell silent, but he was still fuming.

My master is very good at dealing with Li Chao; this kid really doesn't dare to lose his temper in front of my master.

"Senior Li, where are we going next? And why are you drawing talismans on us?" The disheveled Taoist priest asked the question that had been on everyone's mind.

"Because we have to pass through the Gates of Hell. If we want to leave here, we must pass through the Gates of Hell. You are all living people, and the Gates of Hell are guarded by underworld officials. If you pass through like this, the underworld officials will immediately see through you. Just now, I was concealing your living aura. Now you are fine."

As he spoke, the master took out some things covered with talismans, gave each of us one, and told us to hold them in our hands and follow him in a little while.

The master said that this is a travel permit, and all the deceased souls must have a travel permit issued by the underworld to enter the gates of hell.

We have no idea how powerful our master is to be able to obtain a travel permit; perhaps it's a forgery.

But to be able to forge a travel permit to enter the gates of hell is an extraordinary skill.

After everything was settled, the master solemnly instructed: "When we enter the Gates of Hell, I will lead you to blend into the procession of the dead. You must not speak, look around, or look at the ghost soldiers and messengers. If you are exposed, even the gods cannot save you."

“Master, from what you’re saying, it seems like nothing will happen if you give yourself away,” I said with a smile.

"Of course, I'm fine, but it's a different story for you. You'd all have to stay here and prepare to be reincarnated." The old man said, waving his hand at us before continuing to walk towards the place shrouded in gray mist.

I saw that Master was holding the road sign, and he was holding it with both hands in front of him. We all followed suit and held the road sign behind him.

After walking a while longer, I left the area and saw a long queue ahead.

The line stretched as far as the eye could see, filled with all sorts of people—men, women, young, and old—each with a vacant stare, walking forward like a walking corpse.

The direction they were heading was towards the black city gate tower ahead, on which were three large characters: "Gate of Hell".

Beside this group of people who looked like walking corpses, every now and then one could see some ghostly soldiers and ghostly messengers, holding whips and lashing at those who moved slowly.

These people must be the spirits of the dead, who have only recently died and are lining up to enter the gates of hell.

The wind howled in the air, creating a rather oppressive atmosphere.

Especially those ghost soldiers and ghost messengers, each one of them looked extremely ferocious and ugly.

These ghost soldiers and messengers are not to be trifled with. Even the lowest-ranking ghost soldiers and messengers are still underworld deities, and no human can resist them.

As we slowly approached the long line, a ghostly soldier stood guard not far away.

At that moment, the old man suddenly waved his hand and threw something into the air, but I didn't see what it was.

The thing then floated towards the head of the underworld official and slowly descended.

The underworld official seemed to be attracted by what the old man had thrown out, and quickly stepped on it, then slowly squatted down to pick it up.

At this moment, the old man waved his hand, signaling us to hurry up and follow him.

At that moment, we were so scared that we didn't dare to breathe and quickly followed our master into the long queue.