A gray-black tone, a dim and deep world, full of oppressive atmosphere.

The land is full of leafless aspen trees and fruitless coconut palms, like cold and unforgiving pillars.

Many souls of the dead walked through it, hovering on the edge of a great river.

It's not so much a river as a black sea, and you can't see the other side in sight, and you don't know how long it is.

It is only by the waves flowing along the shore that it can be barely judged that it should be a river.

"Ferryman!"

"Charon, ferryman, please ferry me to the other side."

"I have gold!"

The spirits of the dead along the shore called out to the gods, some of them were very well dressed, dressed in gold and silver, and took a gold coin from their mouths and waved it.

There were also the dead, apparently poor ghosts and even slaves, who stayed in the poplar forest.

or leaning on the aspen numbly scratching their hair, or squatting on the ground rubbing the dirt in a daze, and some lying on the ground, their bodies full of holes, wailing.

There were also poor ghosts hunched over and crowded behind the rich, begging for mercy.

Most of the wealthy people ignored it, but there was a long-haired nobleman dressed in silk, carrying a lot of money and many slaves around him.

The slaves knelt on the ground and sang his praises wildly.

The long-haired nobleman said calmly: "Don't worry, since I let you accompany the funeral, I naturally brought enough money for you to cross the river." ”

"You are truly merciful, great master, and I am willing to serve you forever in the underworld." The slaves said one after another.

These people were buried, albeit reluctantly, but the matter has come to this, and when they reach the underworld, they can only continue to rely on their masters.

Hearing the movement here, many poor ghosts wandering nearby approached and knelt down to plead.

The long-haired nobleman had a lot of money, and he was picking and choosing among the poor ghosts, and wanted to take a few more slaves.

At this time, from one direction, many people in aristocratic costumes, both men and women, came running, with a lot of pain on their bodies, and staggered.

"Kumayr, it's me, please pay for me!" One of them also knew the long-haired nobleman.

The long-haired nobleman was extremely surprised when he saw his embarrassed appearance: "Of course, we are friends, but you ...... How could you not have crossed the money? ”

"Woo, we were killed by a slave riot, the whole family came to the underworld, and no one collected my ......body for burial," the group of violent nobles cried.

The long-haired nobleman was stunned: "You live in the city of Rome, even if there is a riot, the whole family will not be ......."

"This time is different, there are strong men from the east, fighting with the gods, and sheltering slaves, making a big fuss......," said the nobles who died violently, informing others of what had happened in the city of Rome.

The long-haired aristocrat was shocked, but didn't care too much either. After asking a few words, I didn't pay attention to it, after all, everyone else is dead, and I will live in the underworld in the future, and mortal things have my own mortals to worry about.

"Don't worry, the slave rebellion will definitely be quelled, you wait here, the empire will bury you, with enough burial goods to cross the river."

But the nobles who died violently seemed to be in great pain, and they had many swords wounded, and some of them seemed to have been hacked to death with knives.

"Please pay for us, I have died so miserably, I can't wait for a moment, please let me go to Hades quickly......"

Seeing that they were indeed miserable, the long-haired nobleman nodded and said, "Okay, my friend, I will take you and your family across the river." ”

The nobles who died violently were grateful, and there were many poor ghosts who also wanted to get close to each other and touted it vigorously.

The long-haired aristocracy was so high-spirited that there were more and more souls gathered around him.

Soon a large number of nobles who died violently came running in misery and blood, some of them were so badly injured that they were crawling on the ground in pain, and their stumps and broken arms were also wriggling.

"Friends! Friend! Do you remember me? ”

"Oh, Kumayr, I know you, you are a nobleman of the Thracian province, and my aunt married into your family......"

"Kumayer! It's me, do you remember? I've had dinner with you! ”

"Ah...... It hurts me to death, your name is Kumayer, right? My face is cleaved by a damn slave, but you know me for sure, I'm from the Senate! ”

More and more of the great nobles of the Roman city arrived, making the long-haired nobles of the remote provinces increasingly ugly.

Are you kidding? Died so many nobles? There is even a fall of the patriarchs? What really happened in the city of Rome?

There are too many people, even if he can manifest more funeral goods, he can't squander them like this.

There are many places in the underworld to use money!

The long-haired nobleman Kumaier couldn't pull his face down and refused, and he hesitated, and began to care about what was happening in the city of Rome again.

So the crowd gossiped, some of whom died late, and immediately told all about the fall of Rome.

"What? Rome fell? ”

"How many gods have been killed? Even the Grim Reaper was killed once? ”

"How can there be such a powerful person? Is he the son of Jupiter, the god-king? ”

At this time, a badly injured Divine Vein said: "Don't worry, he is dead, I am one of the palace guards, I held on to the end, and I saw the young man die in battle." ”

Hearing that the guy who fought the gods was dead, the noble revenants breathed a sigh of relief.

"In this case, the slave rebellion will inevitably fail, and the empire will collect the corpses for you, so you just wait here, I really don't have so much money." Kumaier said quickly.

"No, when are we going to go? Please, pay for the river crossing, I'm in too much pain. ”

Kumel couldn't pull his face, hesitated, and agreed to a few nobles with a very high status during his lifetime.

He calculated well, thinking that these big nobles would definitely be rich in the end. Their industry is spread throughout the empire, even if Rome falls, it will not be affected too much, and when Rome recovers, there will always be people who will collect the corpse and have funeral goods, and they will be able to pay him back when the time comes.

As for the ordinary nobles, he disagreed, pointing to the river Styx: "If you swear to be my slave and serve me forever in the River Styx, I will take you across the river." ”

The ordinary nobles were furious, and some of them were still divine veins, and they actually bloomed a little divine power and swung at him.

Kumaier also has some strength, not to mention that there are many big nobles gathered around him.

With a single thought, he put all the money in his body, and then commanded the souls of the dead who were nobler than him in his life to fight for him.

"Get rid of them all!"

The big nobles who had no money were counting on him, and of course they were obedient when they asked for it, and for a while the two gangs of people fought.

But no matter how they fought, how they were wounded.

The earth will rise up and fill it with a cloud of filthy earth, building bodies for them to repair infinitely.

Of course, the injuries of the previous life will not be repaired, and they will be recorded by the Underworld.

What the body looks like at the time of death is what the undead are like here, and it is considered to be in a complete state.

It is only after being judged that one enters the paradise of the innocent that one can be restored.

"Ahh Stop it! ”

These people had already died in battle, and were even hacked to death by slaves, and the infinite and continuous pain of their injuries was already unbearable for them.

Under the fierce battle, it is even more uncomfortable.

"Humph! This is the underworld, and if you don't have money, you can wander here forever. "Kumaier is full of spirit, and the powerful godline people and great nobles are all serving under his command, which makes him very proud.

"Great Kumayr, I am willing to be your slave, please pay for me to cross the river." The poor ghosts didn't want any dignity, and they knelt down and begged.

At this time, a clear voice came: "What? The underworld still needs money? ”

Kumaier listened, and saw a young man with a gun walking over, the face of an oriental.

This kind of look is a slave, because the Oriental people do not enter the underworld after death, but their souls are scattered.

Therefore, there is only one possibility that the souls of the Oriental people can be seen in the underworld, and they are the Eastern slaves who believe in their gods.

"Stupid Eastern slave, you believe in our gods, and you don't even know the rules of the underworld?"

The young man with the gun scratched his head and said, "When will I trust your gods?" ”

The underworld is full of undead spirits, and there is no barrier to spiritual communication.

"Haha, you don't believe in God, how can you enter the underworld?" Kumaier laughed out loud.

But when he saw the nobles around him, his eyes widened, and he stared at the young man tremblingly, and even retreated.

"Huh? What's wrong with you guys? Kumaier was puzzled.

He ...... He is the powerhouse of the East who fights the gods! The surrounding nobles all recognized the young man, who was Yan Nu.

"What!"

Kumaier was dumbfounded, the powerful existence in the mouths of this gang turned out to be this teenager? It looks unremarkable.

"That's him! That's him! Bless the slaves and kill us! ”

"You, you...... Didn't you say he was dead! ”

"This is the underworld, and I just came in when I died!"

"But he is an Eastern heretic, how could he die in the underworld!"

The noble ghosts who died in Rome were panicked, they knew too well how strong the Yannu was, they were simply evil stars.

Originally, when they died, they were all gone, and it didn't matter how Yannu fought outside.

No matter how much you want to die, you can't escape this evil star, and Yan Nu actually stepped into the underworld.

It shouldn't be, beating the gods violently, you must be unreligious, how can you enter the underworld?

"Did Death pull him in?"

"Pull a fart! Death was killed by him! ”

"Ah......h So who got him in? ”

"Leave it alone! Come on! ”

The noble revenants retreated in a hurry, forced to the edge of the River Styx.

Only the poor ghosts don't know why, and they still stand near Yan Nu.

"What are you afraid of! This is the underworld, can he still kill us? Kumaier said proudly.

Although the flame slave fights the gods and is very powerful, the underworld has the rules of the underworld.

These undead are already dead, and even if their souls are broken, the filthy soil can restore them.

"But he's too strong, what if he traps us all here?" A nobleman said.

When Kumaier heard that he was right, he immediately panicked, and if he did not cross the river, what was the difference between staying on the edge of desolation and staying in hell?

He's the one who wants to go to Promised Land!

"Quick! Cross the river! ”

Kummair waved a gold coin and called out to the god Charon.

Yan Nu did not hinder, he carried his spear at the back of his neck, his arms drooping at his sides, and watched with great curiosity.

Instead, he asked the poor ghosts next to him: "The underworld is so desolate, where is the king of the underworld?" ”

A poor ghost pointed to the black water and replied, "This is the edge of the underworld, the first place where the souls of the dead in the world arrive. ”

"The dead must cross the River Styx to reach Hades...... Otherwise, you will have to endure endless hunger, thirst and pain here......"

Yan Nu was surprised: "Is it painful? I'm feeling fine. ”

The poor ghosts looked at Yan Nu and saw that he had no injuries on his body, so they said bitterly and weakly, "It seems that you died without pain...... But we're different......"

"I died of illness, and all kinds of diseases in my body tormented me, and they did not disappear after death, but were engraved in my soul."

"Unless he is judged in Hades and declared innocent enters the promised land, he will be erased, otherwise it will continue to ......"

"If you can't cross the river, it means that you can't enter the underworld, you can't return to the world, you will always be awake, and you won't die again."

"Forever wandering in this infernal zone, enduring hunger, thirst, and pain, unable to survive or die."

When Yan Nu heard this, his heart shook.

This has just entered the underworld, and it can only be regarded as a door, and it is already like purgatory.

……

:I'm sorry.

(End of chapter)