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Chapter 242 Can't Live, Can't Die

In a gray and black tone, the dark and deep world is full of oppressive atmosphere.

Leafless poplars and fruitless coconut trees stood here and there like cold and heartless pillars.

Many dead souls walked through it, wandering on the edge of a big river.

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

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

"The Ferryman!"

"Charon the Ferryman, please take me to the other shore."

"I have gold!"

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

There are also the dead, obviously poor ghosts or even slaves, they stayed in the poplar forest in a daze.

Some of them leaned against the poplar and scratched their hair numbly, or squatted on the ground and rubbed the dirty soil in a daze, and some lay on the ground, their bodies riddled with holes, howling endlessly.

Some poor ghosts hunched over and crowded behind the rich, begging for mercy.

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

The slaves knelt on the ground, praising him wildly.

The long-haired nobleman said calmly: "Don't worry, since I let you be buried with me, I will naturally bring enough money for you to cross the river."

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

These people were buried, although they were reluctant, but the matter had come to this point, and in the underworld, they could only continue to rely on their masters.

Hearing the movement here, many wandering poor ghosts approached and knelt down and begged.

The long-haired nobleman brought a lot of money, and he picked and picked among the poor, hoping to take in a few more slaves.

At this time, from one direction, many people in noble costumes, both men and women, were staggering with many injuries.

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

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, the long-haired nobleman was extremely surprised: "Of course, we are friends, but you... how come you didn't pay?"

"Woo, we were killed by slave riots. The whole family came to the underworld. No one collected my body for burial..." The group of nobles who died violently cried.

The long-haired nobleman was stunned: "You live in Rome, even if there is a riot, the whole family won't..."

"This time is different. There is a strong man from the east who fought against the gods and even sheltered the slaves. It caused a lot of trouble..." said the nobles who died violently, telling others about what happened in the city of Rome.

The long-haired nobleman was shocked, but he didn't care too much.After asking a few words, I didn't take it to heart. After all, everyone else is dead, and they will live in the underworld from now on. Ordinary people have to worry about mortal affairs.

"Don't worry, the slave riot will definitely subside. You wait here, and the empire will bury you with enough funeral objects to cross the river."

But the nobles who died suddenly seemed to be in extreme pain. They had many sword wounds on their bodies, and some of them seemed to be hacked to death by random knives.

"Please pay the fare for us. I died too badly and in great pain. I can't wait for a moment. Please let me go to the Hades..."

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 suddenly were grateful, and many poor ghosts also wanted to get close and flattered.

The long-haired nobleman was in high spirits, so that more and more dead souls gathered around him.

Soon, a large number of nobles who died violently came running miserably and bloody. Some of them were so seriously injured that they were wriggling on the ground in pain, and their stumped limbs and broken arms wriggled along with them.

"Friend! Friend! Do you remember me?"

"Oh, Kumail, I know you, you are a noble in the province of Thrace, my aunt married into your family..."

"Kumair! It's me, do you remember? I had dinner with you!"

"Ah...it hurts me to death, your name is Kumail, right? My face was chopped off by a damn slave, but you must know me, I'm from the Senate!"

More and more nobles from the city of Rome arrived, making the faces of the long-haired nobles in remote provinces gradually ugly.

What are you kidding?So many nobles died?There are even veterans who have fallen?What happened to the city of Rome?
There are too many people, even if he can realize more funerary objects, he can't be so squandered.

There are many places where money is needed in the underworld!
The long-haired nobleman Kumail couldn't bear to refuse again, he hesitated, talked about him from left to right, and began to care about what happened in Rome again.

As a result, there was a lot of chatter in the crowd, some died very late, and immediately told everything about the fall of Rome.

"What? Rome has fallen?"

"How many gods were killed? Even the god of death was killed once?"

"How could there be such a powerful person? Is he the son of God King Jupiter?"

At this time, a seriously injured man with the pulse said: "Don't worry, he is dead. I am one of the guards of the palace. I stood by to the end and saw the young man die in battle with my own eyes."

Hearing that the guy who fought against the gods died, the souls of the nobles breathed a sigh of relief.

"If that's the case, the slave resistance will inevitably fail, and the empire will collect the corpses for you. Just wait here. I really don't have that much money." Kumail said quickly.

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

Kumail couldn't hold back his face, hesitated, and agreed to several nobles who had a very high status during his lifetime.

He made a good calculation, thinking that these great nobles would definitely be rich in the end.Their industries spread all over the entire empire, and even if Rome fell, it would not be affected too much. When Rome is restored, they will always be collected and buried with funeral objects, and they will be able to pay back their money at that time.

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

The general nobles were furious, and some of them were people with divine veins, who even released a little divine power and swung at him.

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

With one thought, he put all the money into his body, and then commanded the ghosts who were more noble than him in life to fight for him.

"Get rid of them all!"

The big nobles who have no money are counting on him. Of course they are obedient if they ask for help. For a while, the two gangs fought.

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

The earth will rise to fill it with a mass of dirt, build their bodies, and repair them infinitely.

Of course, the injuries during his lifetime will not be repaired, and they will be recorded by Netherland.

What the body was like at the time of death is what the undead is here, considered complete.

Only after being judged and entering the paradise of the innocent can it be restored.

"Ah! Stop hitting!"

These people were killed in battle, or even hacked to death by slaves. The endless pain of their injuries made them unbearable.

Under the fierce battle, it is even more uncomfortable.

"Hmph! This is the underworld. If you don't have money, you can just hang around here forever." Kumail was full of spirit, and he was very proud of the fact that powerful divine vein masters and great nobles were all working under his command.

"Great Kumail, 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?"

Kumail heard this, and saw a young man with a gun walking over, with an oriental face.

This kind of person looks like a slave, because the oriental people do not enter the underworld after death, but their souls are scattered.

Therefore, there is only one possibility to see the dead souls of Eastern people in the underworld. They are Eastern slaves who believed in their gods.

"Stupid eastern slave, you believe in our gods, but don't you know the rules of the underworld?"

The gun-bearer scratched his head and said, "Since when did I believe in your gods?"

The underworld is full of undead, and they can communicate with each other without barriers.

"Haha, you don't believe in God, how could you enter the underworld?" Kumail laughed loudly.

However, the surrounding nobles all stared at the young man tremblingly with their eyes wide open and silent, even backing away again and again.

"Huh? What's the matter with you?" Kumail was puzzled.

"He...he is the Eastern powerhouse who can fight the gods!" The surrounding nobles all recognized the young man as Yan Nu.

"what!"

Kumail was dumbfounded. The powerful existence mentioned by this group of people turned out to be this boy?It looks unremarkable.

"It's him! It's him! Bless the slaves and kill us!"

"You, you, you... Didn't you say that he is dead!"

"This is the underworld, you only come in after you die!"

"But he is an oriental pagan, how could he die in the underworld!"

The ghosts of the nobles who died in Rome panicked. They knew how strong Yannu was, and they were simply evil stars.

Originally, when they were dead, it was over once and for all, no matter how Yan Nu beat them outside.

Never thought that even if he died, he couldn't escape this evil star, Yan Nu actually stepped into the underworld.

It shouldn't be, beating the gods violently must be unreligious, how could it enter the underworld?
"Did Death draw him in?"

"What the hell! Death was beaten to death by him!"

"Ah... who brought him in?"

"Never mind! Run!"

The souls of the nobles backed away in a hurry, pushing to the edge of the River Styx.

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

"What are you afraid of! This is the underworld, can he still beat us to death?" Kumail said proudly.

Although Yan Nu fights against the gods and is very powerful, there are rules in the underworld.

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

"But he is too strong, what if we are all trapped here?" A nobleman said.

When Kumail heard that he was right, he panicked immediately. If he didn’t cross the river, what is the difference between staying on the edge of this desolation and staying in hell?

He is the one who is going to the paradise!
"Quick! Cross the river!"

Kumail waved the gold coin and called out to the god Charon.

Yan Nu didn't stop him, he carried his spear on the back of his neck, his arms drooped by his sides, and looked very curiously.

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

The poor ghost pointed to the black water and replied, "This is the edge of the underworld, where the souls of the dead first arrive."

"The dead must cross the River Styx to reach Hades... Otherwise, they can only endure endless hunger, thirst and pain here..."

Yan Nu was surprised: "Is it painful? I feel fine."

The poor ghosts looked at Yan Nu, saw that he was not injured at all, and said bitterly and weakly: "It seems that you died without pain...but we are different..."

"I died of illness. Various diseases in my body tormented me, and they did not disappear after death, but would be engraved in my soul."

"Unless those who are judged in the underworld and declared innocent enter the Paradise, it can be erased, otherwise it will continue..."

"If you can't cross the river, you won't be able to enter the Underworld, and you won't be able to return to the human world. You will always be awake, and you will never die again."

"Wandering in this endless zone forever, enduring hunger, thirst, and pain, unable to survive or die."

When Yan Nu heard this, his heart was shaken.

This has just entered the underworld, and it can only be counted as a gate, but it is already like purgatory.

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　PS: sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)