717: Is the traitor coming towards me?

“We were sensed as soon as we arrived. The Netherworld has some tricks up its sleeve,” Qin Yang thought.

As the two figures approached, the golden vortex behind Qin Yang just happened to open.

Yang Jian and Nezha walked out of it.

“Sending Ox-Head and Horse-Face to greet us, isn’t that looking down on us too much?”

Nezha rested his hands on his Fire-tipped Spear, looking up at the sky with disdain in his eyes.

As Immortals, they didn't understand what “Chinese horror” was; they only assessed combat power.

“At the very least, shouldn’t the Ten Kings of Hell come?” Nezha continued to complain.

He was one of the Heavenly Court’s twin Red Batons.

Being greeted by two ghost officers was, naturally, extremely displeasing.

“Brother Qin should be the one who’s angry. He’s on the same level as Zhang Bainin, so the Ten Kings of Hell aren’t even qualified. Shouldn’t the Emperor of Fengdu come out?”

Yang Jian also laughed playfully; though he didn’t say it, his eyes showed his dissatisfaction.

It was clear that he also felt he had been underestimated.

Indeed, both of them were high-ranking leaders, and each time they appeared, they were accompanied by one hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers.

According to their status, when they descended to the Netherworld, the myriad ghosts should have lined the streets to welcome them.

Only sending Ox-Head and Horse-Face was indeed a bit disrespectful.

But...

We aren’t here for an inspection, are we? Qin Yang was about to tell his two brothers to take it seriously.

After all, he still had Karma on him and might not be able to exert his full strength.

But just as he was about to speak, he saw Ox-Head and Horse-Face, who had not yet approached, suddenly slam on the brakes, then make an unexplainable sharp turn, heading towards the Fengdu Ghost City in the distance.

Qin Yang was stunned: “They… they ran away?”

“Brother! Good thing you’re sharp-eyed! We almost didn’t make it!”

“It’s not that I’m sharp-eyed, it’s that you’re blind! If you don’t recognize Yang Jian, can’t you at least recognize Nezha?”

In the sky, Ox-Head and Horse-Face were running at full speed.

The two brothers had sensed someone invading the Netherworld and immediately left the city to investigate.

The intruders were not weak, but they were unfamiliar, and it was unclear who they were.

The two brothers were about to step forward to question and apprehend them when they saw a portal open behind one of the figures.

Out of the portal walked two individuals who were not entirely familiar, but still recognizable.

Erlang Shen, Marshal of the Central Altar!

Holy cow!

Ox-Head and Horse-Face were so scared their Souls Were Flying Away and Spirits Were Scattering, both grateful that they had enforced the law civilly and hadn't immediately tried to apprehend them.

If they had made a move, how would they have had a chance to run back?

“What day is it today?”

“Why are these two Red Batons in Hell?”

“They’re not here to sweep the streets, are they?”

“And that unfamiliar Mortal, he doesn’t look easy to deal with either!”

Ox-Head and Horse-Face ran for their lives while muttering and discussing.

Yang Jian’s strength goes without saying, and Nezha was even more ferocious!

As early as Nezha’s first life, after his suicide, Ox-Head and Horse-Face tried to hook his soul, but were scared away by the Evil Qi on his body and dared not approach.

Now that his lotus roots had become sentient and his Physical Body had become sacred, he was even less someone the two brothers could provoke.

Even if Ox-Head and Horse-Face realized the other party meant no good, they dared not rashly step forward to question them.

They were all Netherworld officials; why would they risk their lives?

“Brother Niu, this matter is no small thing, we should report it quickly!”

“That’s Nature. After reporting, let’s quickly take an annual leave or apply for a business trip to the Mortal Realm. I feel like something big is about to happen in the Netherworld!”

However, just as Ox-Head and Horse-Face were fleeing for their lives, the Yama Hall was already in chaos.

“Why are Yang Jian and Nezha here?”

“The Heavenly Emperor didn’t even say hello?”

In the Yama Hall, King Qinguang, one of the Ten Kings of Hell, sat at the head, like a giant ghost king statue.

His entire Face was hidden in a thick black mist, with only a pair of lantern-like eyes flickering with eerie green light.

No, it should be a shocked eerie green light.

Although King Qinguang’s Face was covered by black mist,

the Black and White Impermanence, Judges of Life and Death, and other Netherworld Generals present could still see his astonished and stunned expression.

This was understandable.

Heavenly Court leaders descending to inspect the grassroots without even a greeting—who wouldn’t be intimidated?

Just then, Ox-Head and Horse-Face stumbled and crawled into the Yama Hall.

“Rep-rep-report!”

“No need to report, I know Yang Jian and Nezha are here.”

King Qinguang snorted coldly; he had known about the situation outside the city long ago.

He had been hoping Ox-Head and Horse-Face could go and ask about the situation.

Who knew the two brothers would just make eye contact and return without asking anything?

So cowardly, what kind of ghost officers are you!

Looking at the Black and White Impermanence and the Judges of Life and Death, they were also silent at this moment.

King Qinguang became even more furious, thinking to himself: “Is there no one useful among all these civil and military officials in this hall?”

Just as he was thinking, Ox-Head said tremblingly: “No… not just Yang Jian and Nezha, there’s also a Mortal. Yang Jian and Nezha walked out after him, it feels like they’re following him.”

“A Mortal?” King Qinguang was slightly startled, and the nether-fire in his hand flared, once again revealing the scene outside the city.

In the eerie green light of the nether-fire, three figures were approaching Fengdu.

Leading the way was a handsome young man in luxurious robes, with a sun-and-moon wheel behind him, shining like a sun under the dim sky.

Behind this handsome young man were Yang Jian in white battle robes, and Nezha, riding his Wind-Fire Wheels.

“Yang Jian and Nezha are actually following behind him?”

“Who is this person?”

King Qinguang was puzzled.

Anyone who could make Yang Jian and Nezha take a subordinate position was definitely not a mere Mortal.

“Judge, investigate this person,” King Qinguang said to the Judge of Life and Death.

The Judge immediately responded, summoning pages burning with nether-fire.

As the pages swiftly flew past his eyes, the Judge looked troubled and bowed, saying: “This person is not in the Book of Life and Death.”

“Not in the book?”

King Qinguang was suddenly startled, immediately recalling the strange events that had occurred previously.

Just two days ago, hundreds of millions of souls arrived in this Netherworld.

The Ten Kings of Hell were overjoyed.

This wave alone would meet their annual performance goals.

But what was strange was that these souls were not in the Book of Life and Death.

This led to a surge in the Netherworld’s workload.

Because they had to record the identities of these people before they could conduct judgment of life and death.

After investigation, the Netherworld learned that all these people came from another world.

This world was not even within the Three Realms, which meant the Netherworld could not pass judgment on those souls and could only temporarily detain them, awaiting a decision after reporting to the Heavenly Court.

“This person is most likely also from outside the Three Realms, but why is he with Yang Jian and Nezha?”

As King Qinguang was wondering, a shadow suddenly appeared beside him, quickly twisting into shape.

King Qinguang looked and saw it was the Dominator of the Netherworld, the Emperor of Fengdu.

Before King Qinguang could salute, the Emperor of Fengdu spoke: “I have received a decree from the Heavenly Emperor: Yang Jian and Nezha have betrayed the Heavenly Court, and all Three Realms are to capture them!”

“Holy crap!”

King Qinguang’s huge body trembled violently, and a terrifying Face with a green complexion and fangs emerged from the black mist, exclaiming in horror: “Ten Kings of Hell, I am the first hall, are the traitors coming for me??”