87: Chapter 87: Gone! Go to the King of Hell and ask for a position!

A yama summons landed in Lin Mo's hand.

"King Yama is calling, don't be late..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two ghostly messengers who delivered the message once again vanished into the ground, disappearing without a trace.

Lin Mo slowly opened the yama summons, only to see a line of mysterious text appear on it:

【Received Heavenly Dao Mission: Proceed to the Hall of Yanluo and report to King Guang of Qin】

【Mission Reward: Bestowal of the official title "Ghost Emissary General," joining the ranks of immortals】

Lin Mo's lips curled into a cold sneer:

"Heh, it seems the surface of Blue Star doesn't allow someone as formidable as me to exist."

"Once I appear, they immediately try to appease me."

Lin Mo was amused.

"Bestowing the title of Ghost Emissary General, it seems the Underworld is also short on people."

If it were before, even with a yama summons, he would have to wait, not knowing when Fengdu would open its gates for him to enter the Underworld.

But now, it was convenient.

He had opened the teleportation point to the Black Abyss.

He could activate the Road to the Underworld to the Black Abyss at any time.

Walking straight ahead should lead him to the Hall of Yanluo.

So.

Matters on the surface were basically settled.

Dragon Country had also become the world's supreme power.

As for Lin Mo, he first re-experienced the special service offered by Queen of Sumer.

"This time, we'll do it all over again, and no biting people with your teeth! Understand?!"

Queen Sumer nodded pitifully.

"Understood, My Lord..."

...In the latter half of the night... Lin Mo returned to his fief.

He made a call to CEO Ma.

He instructed him to undertake massive infrastructure development there, aiming to build a modern city.

This would require large quantities of steel and cement, and hundreds of thousands of workers.

Money was not an issue.

CEO Ma hesitated slightly.

He said it was too close to the Black Abyss and unsafe.

Lin Mo chuckled.

"The Black Abyss is a cow that can continuously produce milk; every drop of milk it squeezes out represents countless experience and equipment."

"Without it, how can this northeastern city be revitalized?"

The city Lin Mo was building relied on continuously hunting in the Black Abyss.

Like a newborn infant, it frantically sucked up the monsters that emerged from within to enhance its strength.

Relentless, continuously gaining benefits.

After arranging these matters, Lin Mo went to his underground garage.

He rummaged through his memories for the incantation to the Black Abyss teleportation gate.

In an instant, an eerie blood-red light illuminated the garage, and the teleportation gate slowly materialized.

Lin Mo took a deep breath, lifted his leg, and stepped into it.

The teleportation gate behind him instantly closed, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already standing on the Road to the Underworld.

With Ya Zi pulling the carriage and six women accompanying him.

The journey was bumpy... Many demons and ghosts also appeared along the way.

They were eliminated with a flick of his finger.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

In the distance, flickering lights appeared.

A mountain city was nestled between two mountains.

Upon flying closer, he saw.

This was not a mountain at all, but two giant Pangu beasts, guarding the city.

"Fengdu Ghost City" was written above.

The entrance was the Gates of Hell.

The queue of people overflowing from the Gates of Hell stretched for several kilometers... Some were dazed, some were weeping, and some were loudly protesting, refusing to believe they were already dead.

Even more, some turned and ran.

But they were immediately caught by the ghost soldiers and ghost messengers and beaten until their souls scattered.

"So this is the legendary Gates of Hell."

"The underground of Blue Star truly holds a different world."

"I just wonder if King Yama, King Guang of Qin, is the Lord of Mysteries that people speak of."

Rumor has it that the entire terrifying world was created by the Lord of Mysteries.

Some Western experts and professors claim that the Lord of Mysteries is Hades.

While Eastern experts and professors firmly insist it is King Yama, King Guang of Qin.

The two sides have debated for over a thousand years, and there is still no definite conclusion.

Since he had arrived here, Lin Mo put away his carriage and all the women.

He honestly joined the queue.

After all, he was here to ask King Guang of Qin for an official position, not to cause a scene.

He had only taken a few steps in the queue.

When he encountered two ghost messengers, a man and a woman.

He didn't recognize the man.

But the woman was extremely familiar.

"Lin Mo!?"

"Holy hell!"

"I actually ran into you! Heaven has eyes!"

Her eyes were wide, and it seemed fire was spewing from them.

"What, even as a dead person, you still want to pester me?"

Lin Mo said coldly.

He looked at the familiar person.

His ex-girlfriend, Liu Feifei, who had recently been in the newspapers for killing her parents and refining the "Two-Faced Buddha."

Liu Feifei's fists clenched, making a creaking sound.

After all, when enemies meet, their eyes turn red with hatred.

If it weren't for Lin Mo, she wouldn't have met an early demise and come to the Underworld as a ghost.

The male ghost messenger beside them learned from Lin Mo and Liu Feifei's conversation that they knew each other.

"Feifei, you two know each other?"

The male ghost messenger asked.

"Do we just know each other!?"

"He and I have an irreconcilable hatred!"

"I wish I could tear out his tendons, peel off his skin, and slice off all his flesh for me to eat!"

"So he's your enemy."

"Isn't that great? Now that you've come to Fengdu Ghost City, no matter how formidable you were in life, after death, you're just a ghost. I'll beat him until his soul scatters, never to be reborn."

The male ghost messenger rolled up his sleeves.

"Husband, you're the best! Beat him mercilessly until he's dead!"

Liu Feifei kissed the male ghost messenger's cheek.

Lin Mo shook his head.

This hussy, even after death, was still playing the game of climbing the corporate ladder.

The male ghost messenger swung his Yin-Yang Water-Fire Rod down heavily.

—Ineffective!

"Hmm!?"

Another strike.

—Ineffective!

He struck twice in a row, but failed to inflict even the slightest damage on Lin Mo.

Liu Feifei was instantly dumbfounded.

"Brother Crow, why didn't it cause any damage?"

"Other ghosts are usually scattered after a few blows."

The male ghost messenger named Crow retreated a few steps.

His lips were dry: "You're not a ghost! You're a living person!"

"How the hell did you get here!?"

Lin Mo didn't answer, merely smiled faintly.

"Is it my turn to fight back?"

He pulled out his mourning staff.

And brought it down with a single blow.

—154.2 billion

The ghost messenger's head was directly smashed into his stomach.

This strike, even though the ghost messenger was an underworld official, surpassing the mortal realm of ghost emperors on the surface.

He still couldn't withstand Lin Mo's mourning staff.

"How do you have a mourning staff! You wait, I'll call for backup!"

"Do you know who our boss is?"

"I'm with Niu Zi!"

"Don't think you can run wild in the Underworld like you can in the human world!"

Lin Mo chuckled.

"Niu Zi? You know, Li Lianying was also with the Empress Dowager."

"In the end, Niu Zi was gone."

"What the hell is 'Niu Zi'?"

...Soon, outside the Gates of Hell, a dozen ghost messengers, carrying signs that read "No Entry for the Living," arrived at Lin Mo's location.

Powerful Yin energy was oppressive.

The ghosts queuing to enter Fengdu Ghost City, seeing this scene, all retreated over a thousand meters.

The ghost messengers stopped, and a ghost in a sedan chair in the middle stepped down.

His expression was arrogant, as he surveyed everything before him.

This kind of oppressive aura was simply not something a ghost emperor on the surface could release.

"Who dares to run wild at the Gates of Hell?"

The ghost messenger's voice was as booming as a bell, undoubtedly shattering the eardrums of countless lonely souls and wandering ghosts...