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lingering soul Rubbing his aching head, he didn't want to constantly hear her voice in his head.
But for some reason, ever since coming out of the world of Yanshi, he often heard her voice in his head!
Suddenly, a Beacon tower appeared in front, with a black figure on top carefully observing every move ahead.
Yu Mo silently walked up behind the two of them. After all, this is It is him. territory. We don't know how much danger lies ahead, so it's better not to rush forward.
The dark figure should be a comrade of Hell's Messenger, also wearing a cloak, but unlike Hell's Messenger, his is all black.
In no time, the head turned and locked onto their group, only to see That figure suddenly kneel down, respectfully bowing to them.
Yu Mo secretly glanced at the two people, but they seemed as if nothing had happened. Could it be that this messenger is a high-ranking official in Hell?
She couldn't help but take a look. This black robe is covering everything!
She followed closely behind the two of them, and the journey could be said to be unimpeded! It was much better than in the wilderness. It took a long time to get to the Underworld, and she finally understood why it was called the Underworld. Along the way, many people wearing black cloaks appeared, just like ghosts in books, walking silently and invisible.
But these are just her guesses and cannot be counted on. Being unfamiliar with this place, without a single friend, it's really difficult to inquire about things here!
She never imagined that while she thought living was already difficult, dying would be just as hard! But fortunately, she now has a healthy body, doesn't need injections or medicine, and should be content with that.
"You plan to stay with us for how long?" Hell's Messenger asked coldly.
"What do you mean by 'stay with you'? I'm just going the same way, that's all, just the same way!" lingering soul said with a smile.
"Suit yourself! I've already taken care of what I promised you, and from now on, we're even!" Hell's Messenger said.
"Oh, I got it, I got it! Don't worry, I won't bother you!" lingering soul patted Hell's Messenger's shoulder and said softly.
Hell's Messenger shrugged and walked away, while lingering soul rolled their eyes at his disdainful look.
Meanwhile, Yu Mo had already been deeply attracted by the beautiful "ancient painting" of Hell.
It's just like filming a TV drama, with towering city walls and bustling streets. Is she dreaming? Does such a place really exist in the world?
At the city gate, there are two guards in ancient bronze armor, who scan them with their eyes.
"Brother, what do you have in your pocket?" a guard pointed at lingering soul's chest and asked.
"Let me think, what could it be?" lingering soul raised an eyebrow slightly and reached into the pocket on his chest, as if searching for something.
"Oh, found it!" lingering soul laughed.
The two guards walked up to them, and the next second lingering soul grabbed a handful of powder from his pocket and threw it in front of them.
The two guards were choked by the unknown powder, and lingering soul fled upon seeing the situation.
"Hurry up and follow!" Hell's Messenger whispered to Yu Mo.
Although Yu Mo was confused, he could only follow them and run.
When the smoke at the door cleared, the two guards realized that the person had already run far away.
"That guy is definitely suspicious!" one of the guards at the door roared.
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