Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1584 - 968: Chronicles of The Underworld_2

Chapter 1584: Chapter 968: Chronicles of The Underworld_2

Neatly arranged on the cold stone slab, some still beating, steaming, very fresh.

In front of many stalls.

At some point, a huge iron pot was raised in front of the stall of a small vendor wearing coarse linen clothing.

There was no firewood under the pot, yet it burned with an eerie blue flame, as if it were a fire from another world.

As the flames flickered, the hot oil in the pot gradually boiled, making a "sizzling" sound, emitting an enticing fragrance, yet mixed with a trace of chilling coldness.

The linen-clothed vendor skillfully coated eyeballs, hearts, and other organs with a thin layer of batter, then gently dropped them into the boiling oil pot.

With a "sizzle," these fried goods rolled in the oil, the surface turning golden and crispy.

Once completely fried, the linen-clothed vendor quickly scooped them out, skewered them with bamboo sticks, then sprinkled a special seasoning on top, which was also golden, releasing a fragrant aroma that made people unconsciously swallow.

"Fried goods, fresh eyeballs, hearts, and lungs, all self-produced, quality guaranteed, one false three compensated, no deception for the young or old!"

The linen-clothed vendor shouted with his voice, with a hint of pride and smugness. His face bore an eerie smile, his empty eye sockets seemed to tell untold secrets. Shi Hao stood by, filled with curiosity and astonishment, and couldn’t help but glance at the vendor’s stomach a few more times. There, covered by a green coarse linen garment that rustled in the wind, was slightly sunken in the middle, as if hinting at something.

Not far away, another stall also caught many eyes. It was a vendor with a pig’s head and a human body, burly and unusually tall, energetically shouting about his home-produced pig head meat. Every time a customer stepped forward to inquire, he would first shout "Look closely," and then with a swift hand, with just a "swish," he chopped off his head. However, surprisingly, his head seemed to have an endless regeneration ability, growing back immediately after being chopped off. This scene filled Shi Hao’s heart with amazement. He understood that this couldn’t be explained by Divine Skills, but how could such a critical part as the head be easily chopped off and regenerated?

Just then, a sudden exclamation came from the crowd, and the originally crowded people quickly retreated to both sides, showing a respectful look towards the depths of the black fog. Shortly after, two towering figures broke through the black fog and slowly walked over. Leading the way was a giant with a human body and a bull’s head, his body tall and mighty, muscles knotted, as if cast from molten iron, holding an iron chain in one hand and a steel fork in the other, his upper body bare, exuding an intimidating aura. Closely following him was a giant with a large horse head, wielding a spear, equally broad and stout, five or six meters tall, with a body of steel-corded muscles, daunting to behold.

The appearance of these two giant shadows made the originally bustling market suddenly quiet. However, to Shi Hao’s surprise, everyone did not show fear or panic, but rather a keen anticipation like watching a play. They whispered to each other, seemingly filled with expectation for the upcoming event.

"Hmph, the Underworld’s regulations are so strict, not even a fraction off, violations warrant being put into the oil pot, yet someone dares to short measure? Simply not afraid of pain." An old man stroked his beard, shaking his head and saying.

"Who says otherwise, just don’t know which family got caught." The young man next to him echoed, with a hint of schadenfreude on his face.

"There’s a good show to watch." Concealed whispers came from the crowd, as if everyone was waiting for the impending "good show."

You see, the bull-headed giant, holding an iron chain, strode towards a vendor huddled in the corner. That vendor trembled all over, face pale, clearly having done something guilty. The bull-headed giant mercilessly yanked him up, the iron chain clanging as if to drag him into the endless abyss. The horse-headed giant closely followed, the spear drawing sparks on the ground, ready to enforce the Underworld’s decree at any time.

"You, how dare you accuse me of short measure?" The vendor stammered, trying to defend himself.

"Hmph, the evidence is conclusive, you still want to argue?" The bull-headed giant snorted coldly, tightly wrapping the iron chain around the vendor’s neck, "Come, follow me to see Lord Yama!"

With that, he escorted the vendor towards the depths of the black fog, the horse-headed giant closely following. The onlooking wraiths made way, their faces showing a mix of awe and curiosity. Shi Hao watched this scene, couldn’t help but exclaim in his heart: This market before the Gate of the Ghost, truly full of wonders, broadening one’s horizons!

At this moment, the market had returned to its usual bustle and clamor. Vendors continued hawking their goods, while the wraiths shuttled between various stalls, choosing their desired items.

In a dark and deep corner of the Underworld stood an ancient stone bridge, its mottled moss and weathered stone patterns intertwined, as if every brick and tile were telling endless stories of time. The bridge slightly slanted, seemingly bearing too many souls and sighs from the past over the long ages. Below the bridge, the sound of water roared loudly, but the from was unseen, only sensing beneath the deep black abyss as if connecting a thousand-foot cliff, swallowing all light and sound, filling one’s heart with dread.

At the end of this stone bridge, miraculously stood a huge iron pot, steam rising, a pot of rich broth bubbling, exuding an enticing aroma with a subtle hint of Underworld aura. A middle-aged woman, Lin Li, dressed in simple gray clothes, holding a long-handled ladle, focused intently on stirring the thick soup in the pot. Her actions were practiced and adept, her eyes revealing a steadfast adherence to duty and serenity.

Ever since becoming Meng Po, Lin Li had diligently worked, rarely having the chance to return to the mortal world and reunite with her family, Old man Lin and her children. This loyalty to her duty earned her respect in the Underworld but also left her with a frequent yearning for her family.

As Lin Li immersed herself in her work, a few blurred figures gradually emerged from the other side of the bridge, as if crossing over from another world. Seeing this, Lin Li immediately put down her ladle, skillfully took out bowls and chopsticks, preparing to welcome the visitors. However, when she looked carefully, her face turned pale instantly, rushing forward quickly.

"Old man... the eldest, Second Brother... how are you here?" Lin Li’s voice was filled with incredulous astonishment, her eyes full of surprise and concern. In her understanding, this was the Underworld, the resting place for wraiths, and Old man Lin earned the appreciation of the Adult, the eldest Lin Chen and second son Lin Zhuang had both achieved immortality, with endless lifespan, they were meant to be far from this place.

Could it be that some earth-shattering change occurred in the mortal world, making this impossible thing a reality? Lin Li’s heart was anxious, like an ant on a hot pan, extremely worried.

Old man Lin and others, in Lin Li’s familiar and anxious voice, gradually regained clarity from confusion. "Ah, old lady, when did you return?" Old man Lin saw Lin Li, a long-awaited smile blossomed on his face, entirely unaware of the unusual situation in front of him.

"What do you mean return, it’s you who came in!" Lin Li rolled her eyes helplessly, her tone full of urgency and incomprehension. "Came in? Came where?" Old man Lin looked puzzled, the Lin Chen and Lin Zhuang behind him also full of confusion, at a loss.

Lin Li took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, she pulled Old man Lin’s hand, signaling him to look around, "Old man, don’t rush, see where we are now."

Following Lin Li’s guidance, Old man Lin looked around, only then noticing the oddity of their surroundings. The deep black seemingly hiding a thousand-foot cliff below the bridge, and the iron pot at the bridgehead emitting steam...

"This... is the Underworld?" Old man Lin quickly realized.

Lin Li urgently said: "That’s right, this is the Underworld, what brought you here? Quick, tell me, did something big occur?"

Old man Lin immediately recounted everything.

"The Adult has bled?" Lin Li’s face changed dramatically upon hearing, an enemy that even the Adult couldn’t resist, how terrifying it must be?!