Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 580 - 580 Ninety-nine

580: Ninety-nine.

Some Speculations 580: Ninety-nine.

Some Speculations The trade, the content of exchange, has no limits because there are too many unique individuals in Hell.

If a demon likes stories, it’s entirely possible to trade a fascinating story with it.

The universal currency there is “souls,” unless it’s a special trade.

“How do souls get obtained, and how do they get carried?”

“The soul itself, and the demons.

The more powerful the being, the stronger its soul, and the higher its value,” Ruth’s voice came from behind: “Low-level demons have the most inferior souls, especially the Hungry Demons like the one by your side.

As mentioned before, most of them are left with only the faintest instincts to support their empty shells.”

“As for the second question, the souls of those you kill will transfer to you, allowing you to live longer in Hell.

When you need to trade, just pay with souls.”

It sounded like “life” brought about by salvation, but “life” was more ambiguous, not as straightforward as the soul.

“What should I be aware of?”

Even the taverns on the ground overflow with chaos; Hell could only be worse, even if there were rules against fighting.

“It’s such a pity you’re still alive; with such a cautious nature, you’d thrive here,” Ruth replied with what seemed like a hint of mockery.

“That place is rather friendly towards new faces; those who come to the gathering places are usually not the most evil demons or Demons, as long as you’re careful not to get duped by some cunning creatures out of your soul.

I think you wouldn’t be that foolish, would you?”

“So I need to have some souls?”

“If you’re lucky enough to encounter demons that like stories and oddities that don’t require actual items, you can receive a handsome reward.

Do you want to trade?”

Lu Li didn’t deny it: “I need some information.”

Ruth’s footsteps and voice became more distant from behind: “I won’t lend you any souls.”

“Then, apart from hunting Hell creatures with souls, are there any other sources?”

“They are always by your side.”

Unexpected information came.

“Those shattered souls may not be complete, but they aren’t cheap either; you could very well use them as currency.”

“Other than that.”

“Reveal your identity as a ‘Psychic.'” As if she had anticipated Lu Li’s response, Ruth added: “It might be a bit dangerous, some demons that want to go to the surface will target you.

However, the benefits are also clear.

Those demons curious about the surface, and those wanting to learn about their loved ones or ask for your help with their souls won’t be stingy with you.

They might even give you a little help.”

“I’ll consider it.”

Lu Li wasn’t afraid of covetous glances— in Hell, what could be worse than being watched by demons?

The journey to Fair Canyon was scorching and lengthy, and for a long while after, Lu Li, Whitely, and Ruth, who kept her distance behind them, conserved their energy and remained silent.

Shadows of Hungry Demons began to appear.

These ubiquitous creatures, lured by Lu Li’s tempting soul, followed him.

“Ignore those hyenas; they’re insatiably greedy and extremely cowardly, only daring to attack when dozens gather together,” Ruth’s voice carried over.

“And they’re just empty shells without a hint of soul; hunting them would only waste bullets.”

She had repeated several times that Hungry Demons had no soul, seemingly quite opinionated on the matter.

Hungry Demons stay away from intense heat because it hastens the consumption of the soul, something etched into their instinct.

So the “rivers” seen everywhere at the foot of the black volcano reassured Ruth that the Hungry Demons wouldn’t gang up and attack them.

A lava river a few meters wide lay before them.

Ruth walked past Lu Li and upstream for a stretch, then tossed some stepping-stones into the shallowest part of the river, nimbly leaped to the other side, and looked back challengingly.

Lu Li looked down at Whitely by his leg and, seeing its desire to follow, picked it up.

Whitely was much more frail than expected, possibly weighing only 30 pounds, or even less.

The stones Ruth had thrown into the lava river had proven stable.

Carrying Whitely, who wasn’t much of a burden, Lu Li stepped across the scorchingly hot flowing lava and landed on the far bank.

The twisted air above the magma river blurred the silhouette of the Hungry Demon lingering on the shore.

Continuing in the direction Ruth had pointed out for several more minutes, the “abandoned town” at the end of the horizon was still nowhere to be seen.

“How much longer,” Lu Li asked Ruth, who followed behind him.

She was closer than at the start.

“If we don’t have to detour around the river, about five or six hours.”

“That’s too long.”

Lu Li’s pace slowed, and he furrowed his brows.

He wasn’t sure when the Demon’s offspring would arrive, it could be a matter of minutes or hours.

It was obvious that the longer Lu Li delayed, the greater the danger became.

“Isn’t there a way to speed this up?”

“Mounts?

You have to get to a tavern to trade for one, and you need luck that there happens to be a Demon there with a mount that doesn’t mind trading it.”

Ruth snorted lightly: “If it wasn’t for my being nearby you wouldn’t know how much time you would have wasted.”

Lu Li said no more and continued on the seemingly endless journey.

Hell had no night, nor did it have beautiful landscapes.

A world composed of various shades of red and a small amount of black was inherently irritating to the mind.

Ruth was not as indifferent as she claimed; she helped Lu Li avoid some troublesome Hell Creatures and the territories of Advanced Demons several times.

“This place isn’t very stable.

At the edge of the land, volcanoes often erupt, and most Demons wouldn’t live here,” Ruth said, hinting that Lu Li was lucky—if he had been closer to the center, swarms of Hungry Demons and Advanced Demons would have long since tracked him down by his scent.

“The edge of the land?”

“The opposite direction.” Ruth pointed toward the way they had come, which was also the direction from which Lu Li had descended: “Walk another ten miles or so in that direction, and you’ll see the lava sea that stretches beyond sight.”

“Lava sea…”

Lu Li murmured as if sensing something and looked up at the magnificent dark volcano that loomed like a mountain range.

“How long have you lived here?”

“From the time you killed me until now,” Ruth’s tone still carried resentment.

“Do you have a map of this place?”

“You can buy one at the tavern, but you can’t afford such a precious thing.”

“How large is your range of activity?”

“I won’t leave the area within a hundred miles.

Why?” Ruth’s patience was wearing thin with Lu Li’s seemingly purposeless questioning.

“Just confirming some things,” Lu Li said, returning to silence.

He would get his answers at the tavern.

He hoped they would be what he wanted.

Three hours later, at the end of the vision of the scorching, twisted land, a silhouette different from the gravel and stones finally emerged.

The tavern in the abandoned town was just up ahead.

“Or perhaps afterwards, other people you’ve helped or enemies will come,” Ruth, who was now only a few meters behind Lu Li without any intention of distancing herself further, spoke up.

“If an enemy comes, I won’t lift a finger to help you.”

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