Chapter 1568: Netherworld, Other Shore Flower 43
Hu Rou let out a heart-wrenching scream.
"Ah!!!!!"
The Gate of Hell, is with her.
She had to die for the gate to open.
That day, she was cast aside by the lakeside.
By accident, she swallowed a Black Pearl.
From then on, she became a vengeful spirit who was meant to die.
Since then, the Hell’s gate that was supposed to open by the lakeside became the energy to live.
When she swallowed that pearl, oh it hurt so much.
It felt as though something was violently ripping her apart.
Now, it’s time to die.
Surprisingly, it hurts even more than back then.
At death’s door, she looked at Su Yan.
A tear traced down her cheek.
In the end, her soul scattered into nothingness.
Hu Rou vanished without a trace.
Beside Hu Rou’s graveyard, a pitch-black door appeared.
A pattern of other shore flowers, carved engravings, entwining vines.
A chilling aura swept over, one look made anyone shiver with fear.
Originally, the bright sky gradually darkened.
Dark clouds amassed, turning the sky entirely black.
A chilling wind blew, raising goosebumps all over.
Sang Ming saw that door.
His eyes lit up.
He chuckled with glee.
"Hahahahahaha, the Gate of Hell, I finally found it!"
With that, he hurried forward.
A pitch-black scimitar appeared in his hand.
He did not push open the door.
His gaze fell upon Su Yan.
The sharp edge of the blade pointed right at Su Yan.
Sang Ming smiled.
His eyes rolled, revealing a shade of ash-grey.
His skin also began to turn a shade of green.
He opened his mouth
"Many thanks to Miss Su Yan for helping me open the Gate of Hell."
With that, he paused for a moment.
With a smile, he said
"Would the lady like to take a look inside?"
Su Yan stood up, placing the Bone Whistle into her sleeve.
"I will go in."
Sang Ming’s hair fell loose, he laughed heartily
"The lady is my benefactor. To enter the Netherworld, I, Nan, will surely lead you there."
With that, the man straightened, his lips curved into a smile, with the demeanor of a refined scoundrel.
He spoke of himself as Nan, not Sang Ming.
He opened his mouth
"It’s just that, lady, that place only permits the souls of the dead to enter.
So, only by killing you can I let you in."
He walked towards Su Yan, swinging the scimitar downwards
"If your soul can remain, remember to find me in the Netherworld. My name is Nan Ming."
With that, bang!
Two forces collided.
Su Yan resisted his blade.
Sang Ming, no, now it’s Nan Ming.
Nan Ming was taken aback.
He naturally knew that this woman had Innate Divine Strength.
Yet he didn’t know that her power could compete with his.
Nan Ming let out a chuckle, a pattern of other shore flowers faintly climbing from his neck up to his face.
The pitch-black pattern seemed chilling rather than just a simple design.
"Suddenly, I don’t want to kill you anymore."
Su Yan looked at him, speaking sincerely
"I will kill you."
With that, she suddenly charged towards Nan Ming.
Unbeknownst to her, the Other Shore Flower Hairpin once again found its way into her hand.
There was a thud.
Nan Ming saw through Su Yan’s intent, trying to deflect.
However, bang!
He underestimated Su Yan’s strength.
The two fell to the ground, Nan Ming lay there, the back of his hand pierced through, the other shore flower hairpin stabbing directly into his heart.
He clutched his heart, hanging onto life.
But, this Nan Ming didn’t seem worried.
It seemed as if he didn’t care in the slightest.
He just squinted his eyes, looking at Su Yan.
Supporting himself with one hand on the ground.
After a moment, he suddenly laughed, then slowly said
"I wondered who it could be.
Turns out it was the Main God of Jiuchongtian."