Chapter 202: How come you're still alive?

Chapter 202: How come you're still alive?

As soon as she finished speaking, Wanyao conjured up a pot of wine and handed it to the person in front of her.

Jingwu quickly took it and put the wine pot into his pocket.

This wine is really good. When we get back, we'll give a pot to our master and half a pot of Yuehuai wine.

Thinking this, the smile on his face became much more genuine, and he asked, "Sister, why are you here?"

"Cough." Wan Yao was startled by her being called "sister" and spat out a mouthful of wine, coughing incessantly.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Jingwu quickly patted her back and asked with concern.

When Wanyao saw this, it was as if she had seen a ghost; her face was filled with terror.

"No, no, no, Grandma, could you please stop being so attentive? I'm scared..."

"Huh?" Jingwu was completely bewildered by these words. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the person in front of him say something.

"I'll tell you anything you want to know. I only have one request: please stop doing this." Wan Yao breathed a sigh of relief as she watched her hand withdraw.

Oh my god...

Jingwu looked down at his hands, then at the expression on the person in front of him, and was very puzzled.

What's wrong with me? All I did was call her "sister," why does she look like the sky has fallen?

Wan Yao tilted her head back and took another sip of wine before answering her question: "I'm just a tree spirit trapped in this underworld. I can't get out, and I can't die. I can only wait for my master to come back."

Jingwu frowned slightly and turned to look at the ancient tree behind him: "Is this your true form?"

"Yes, my true form." Wan Yao smiled faintly and said casually.

Jingwu felt strange upon hearing this. This ancient tree looked to be several thousand years old, or even older. How could it not be able to leave the underworld?

The person in front of me had no demonic aura whatsoever; on the contrary, he possessed divine power and didn't seem like someone trapped here.

Could it be that she did it voluntarily?

Jingwu recalled the first time he saw her, when he noticed that she had no heart inside her body; instead, a divine artifact had taken its place.

She frowned, wanting to know the reason, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she heard the person in front of her say something.

"Oh dear, the wine is all gone, and it's getting late. I should rest too." Wan Yao seemed to know what she wanted to ask and quickly changed the subject in front of her.

She stood up unsteadily, glanced thoughtfully at the person in front of her, and then smiled.

"We will meet again."

"Hey, wait a minute." Seeing that she was about to leave, Jingwu quickly called out to her, "Wait a minute, tell me how to get out of here first?"

Wan Yao looked at the person in front of her and chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here. Oh, right, I almost forgot about the important matter."

As if suddenly remembering something, she produced a booklet from somewhere and tossed it to her.

"Here, it's been returned to its rightful owner."

Jingwu subconsciously reached for the booklet, and then a wave of dizziness washed over him.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in that long corridor.

Jingwu looked down at the booklet, but then he heard his master's concerned voice.

"Awu, how are you? Where did you go?" Qi Qiyun looked her up and down anxiously, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was not injured.

"Master, I turned around just now and I couldn't see you anymore. Were you here the whole time?" Jingwu realized that the booklet was already in his Qiankun bag, so he ignored it for the time being and looked up at his master.

"Yes, a black mist just swept in, and then I couldn't see you anymore. Ah Wu, where did you go?"

“I…” Jingwu opened his mouth, thought carefully for a moment, and then said, “I just entered a secret realm, and I don’t know where it is.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the black mist in front of her quickly dissipated, revealing a door that was shining brightly.

The ghost messengers who had come in with them were waiting for them by the door.

"The three of you, we've arrived at the underworld."

Upon hearing the voice, Jingwu paused, then walked towards it.

As soon as you step out of this door, you are greeted by a vast expanse of spider lilies.

Is this the Ferry of Oblivion?

Just as Jingwu was about to sit on the small boat, he heard the sound of fighting coming from not far away.

She turned around nimbly, exchanged a glance with her master, and the two of them teleported in that direction with perfect understanding.

Yun Zhaohui, however, was a step behind. By the time she realized what was happening, the two had already vanished.

He muttered a complaint under his breath before teleporting over.

As soon as Jingwu landed, intending to observe the battle situation, he saw countless evil spirits floating towards him, attacking directly in one direction.

The boy in that direction suddenly waved his hand, and the group of evil spirits instantly turned into a puddle of black water, dripping onto the ground.

Jingwu looked down and saw a pool of black water flowing on the ground.

The black water flowed downwards, heading straight towards her.

She frowned, lifted her skirt, and moved to the side, avoiding the pool of black water.

As she looked up, she met those familiar eyes.

Jingwu's eyes widened slightly, his face filled with disbelief.

On the solemn black chair, the young man dressed in a black robe with gold thread and wearing a jade crown is none other than Yue Huai!

Her mouth gaped slightly as she stared at the arrogant young man sitting above her. After a moment of stunned silence, she finally spoke, "You... what are you doing here?"

Upon hearing her voice, Yue Huai put his legs down, adjusted his posture, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Awu, you've come."

Jingwu glanced around, and his suspicions were confirmed. His lips twitched violently.

She wondered why his behavior was so strange that night. Turns out he really is Hades...

Yue Huai watched her expression change, then got off the chair and gently tugged at her sleeve.

“Ah Wu…”

"You actually..."

Before Jingwu could finish speaking, he felt a fierce attack coming from behind him.

She was about to dodge to the side, but she couldn't avoid it in time. She was hit hard and staggered to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Ah Wu!"

"Ah Wu!"

Two voices rang out at the same time, and Qi Qiyun quickly stepped forward to protect his disciple, preventing her from being harmed further.

The boy beside him reached out and conjured a barrier, protecting the three of them.

Then, when I looked up, I met those sinister eyes.

"How come you're still alive? You imprisoned me for thousands of years, and I finally found a way to escape, but you've come back alive. It seems that the Soul-Eating Evil God is truly useless."

The vengeful ghost had a sinister face, and its scarlet eyes looked as if it wanted to devour the person in front of it.

He waited for thousands of years, finally waiting for the barrier to loosen so he could escape the underworld, but he never expected this guy to come back.