As she walked along the red carpet to the center of the grand hall, Ye Yuqiao saw, on both sides of her, the vivid and lifelike painted clay statues of the clan leaders of the four major families, among them was the Zhao Family's clan leader, Zhao Chong's father Zhao Kuo.
And on the Nether King's throne straight ahead sat her grandfather—the Second Generation Nether King, Feng Yie.
Seeing these, Ye Yuqiao couldn't help but guess: The owner of this tomb must have been someone from the era of the Second Generation Nether King.
Soon after, she thought of the seventeen guards who had been bestowed the Hand of Death by the Second Generation Nether King.
These seventeen guards were sent to the mortal world by Feng Yie forty thousand years ago under the pretense of clearing the evil and fierce ghosts that had escaped to the mortal world from the Eighteen Levels of Hell, but in reality, they were deployed to control the mortal world. Over the ensuing tens of thousands of years, these seventeen guards assumed the identities of various kings and generals, seizing control over most regions of the mortal world.
"The owner of this tomb, the so-called King Zhou Wu, must be one of the seventeen close guards sent by the Second Generation Nether King to the mortal world," Ye Yuqiao said.
"Ah?" Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Jing were somewhat confused. They had heard Chen Hao mention something about the Second Generation Nether King and the seventeen guards with the Hand of Death, but they didn't understand the details. They only knew that these seventeen people had the Hand of Death on their left hand, which, when activated and placed on a person's shoulder, would immediately send them to the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
Previously, the group had twice encountered guards with the Hand of Death—Zi Que and the master of the ancient house in Yang Family Village.
"Be careful!" Ye Yuqiao's tone and expression became extremely alert, "The people who previously entered here must have been sent by the tomb's owner to the Eighteen Levels of Hell with the Hand of Death. This tomb's owner is not easy to deal with; we must leave here quickly to avoid being struck by the Hand of Death."
Ye Yuqiao was in a hurry to leave because she had another purpose; she wanted to leave the owner of this tomb to Chen Hao to handle, so Chen Hao could absorb the Nether King's Power from the tomb owner's Hand of Death.
Just as Ye Yuqiao was about to lead Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Jing away, suddenly, the Nether King Palace was filled with a strong demonic Qi.
"Boom boom boom"—the clay statues of the clan leaders of the Eight Great Clans trembled, and clay stones of various sizes began to fall off the statues. Eventually, eight demons with tremendously heavy demonic Qi appeared before them, encircling the three.
"Run!" Ye Yuqiao spoke in an extremely urgent tone, and amidst the heavy demonic Qi, she also smelled a surge of powerful Demonic Qi.
Quickly, this wave of Demonic Qi gradually replaced the demonic Qi, filling the Nether King Palace. And this Demonic Qi came from the golden statue of the Second Generation Nether King seated on the throne.
"Whoosh whoosh"—Ye Yuqiao blew out a burst of Nether King's Fire towards the two demons blocking the doorway.
The two demons let out two strange and piercing screams, then promptly darted aside. Seizing this opportunity, Ye Yuqiao quickly led Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Jing forward in a charge, like a bolt of lightning, directly bursting through the imitated doors of the Nether King Palace and rushing out.
As soon as the three of them crashed through the door, thousands upon thousands of arrows fell like rain, attacking them.
Ye Yuqiao forced out the Nether King's Power from her body, deflecting the incoming arrows, and used the Nether King's Power to carve a path for the three of them.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Yuqiao brought Tang Jing and Xie Xiaofeng to the gates of the Netherworld.
Not far behind them, the terracotta cavalry rode their speeding horses, relentlessly in pursuit.
"Uncle Wu, we have to go!"
After reaching Wu Yong and the Sixth Son, Xie Xiaofeng said urgently to the two.
However, it was then that Xie Xiaofeng realized there were no Yin Souls left in Wu Yong and the Sixth Son.
"They've probably been 'death'."
Xie Xiaofeng abruptly stopped without finishing his sentence.
He felt a hand land on his shoulder.
Ye Yuqiao's eyes sparkled; she had already sensed the Nether King's Power of that Hand of Death.
She looked at Tang Jing and, before she could warn Tang Jing to be careful, she felt that same Nether King's Power again, and Tang Jing had already been struck on the shoulder by the Hand of Death.
Everything happened too quickly!
Ye Yuqiao let out a cold shout, and two black streams of Nether King's Power burst forth from her body. In an instant, like black dragons, those two streams of Nether King's Power tightly coiled around the Yin Souls of Tang Jing and Xie Xiaofeng, who were being sent to the Eighteen Levels of Hell by the Hand of Death.
At that moment, there was a "snap."
Ye Yuqiao felt someone tap her left shoulder.
However, she was of the Yang Soul, she had no Yin Soul, so she was completely unaffected.
Vaguely, she heard a sound of surprise. Following the sound, she threw out a ball of Nether King's Fire.
Then she heard a voice of panic again.
Finally, she sensed the Yin Qi of the person who made those two sounds, the Qi was dissipating, as if trying to escape.
Ye Yuqiao didn't chase after but quickly left the tomb with Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Jing.
Behind them, a large number of soldiers had already crossed the Naihe Bridge.
The moment they exited the tomb, the Yin Souls of Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Jing were just pulled back from the path to the Eighteen Levels of Hell to their bodies by the two streams of Nether King's Power.
Ye Yuqiao let go of Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Jing, gasping for breath, relieved that everything turned out okay.
At that moment, she wished she could share everything that had just happened with Chen Hao in the Yang Wood Forest, but ultimately, she didn't do so for fear of disturbing him.
A few minutes later, Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Jing woke up.
Upon opening his eyes, Xie Xiaofeng suddenly jumped up from the ground, asking in shock, "Goddess, did I just get hit by the Hand of Death?"
Ye Yuqiao nodded, "Hmm! It must have been the work of the tomb's master. His movements are extremely secretive; even I couldn't sense him approaching."
"It's lucky you were here, Goddess, otherwise Tang and I would be hugging and crying in the Eighteen Levels of Hell right now."
"Who would be hugging and crying with you!" Tang Jing stood up while glaring at Xie Xiaofeng.
Xie Xiaofeng chuckled, then turned to ask Ye Yuqiao, "Uncle Wu and that Liu Zi were both hit by the Hand of Death, should we go save them?"
Ye Yuqiao shook her head slightly, "Let's wait for the bastard to finish his seclusion, then we'll come back to this tomb and rescue them."
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Fast forward twenty days.
In the interminable wait that felt like years to Ye Yuqiao, the day of the first anniversary of her acquaintance with Chen Hao was approaching.
During these twenty-odd days, she and Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Jing drove the Exorcism Special Vehicle to four cities, clearing away quite a number of demons and ghosts.
Several times, she thought of sneaking into the Yang Wood Forest at night to take a look at Chen Hao, but ultimately she gave up.
She didn't want to disturb Chen Hao; at the same time, she was also a little angry. She never expected that Chen Hao would not contact her once during these twenty days, although she had repeatedly ordered him to focus on his cultivation and not be distracted.
Meanwhile, inside the Netherworld, even though Qian Mansion and Zhao Family had undergone rebellion, since the day of the Ghost King's return from seclusion was drawing ever closer, there were no disturbances within the Netherworld for the time being. Everyone was waiting for three days later to see if, as the Dark Law King had said, the Ghost King would indeed return from seclusion.
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