Chapter 115: Chapter 114: Didn’t You Learn Your Lesson from the Last Slap?
"What? This is all fake?"
The previously incredulous followers saw the human skin masks being torn off, and their faith crumbled instantly.
"What’s the meaning of this? Could it really just be a performance for us?"
"Is Mr. Chang fake too? Just trying to make us donate more incense money?"
"This is too much, deceiving us out of our money and feelings. What Yin Lord, what Netherworld, it’s all fake!"
The followers were furious, standing up and stomping their feet in anger.
Mr. Chang, panicked, said, "I really am from the Chang Family in Tongzhou, I didn’t lie."
"Even if you’re from the Chang Family in Tongzhou, you’re not Mr. Chang, are you? You came out from some remote corner, you know the truth in your heart, how much were they paying you to scam people here?" Yu Nianzhao ruthlessly exposed their true intentions, determined to reveal this scam completely.
"I... I don’t know anything." ’Mr. Chang’ wanted to cry but had no tears, he fearfully glanced at the nearby envoy, his body shaking like a sieve.
"Shut up!" Yin Lord raged, causing the entire underground palace to shake.
This commanding presence intimidated the followers, who looked on with doubtful and suspicious eyes.
"Tsk, even if they’re not with the government, they’re here to cause trouble." The Punishing Evil Nether Envoy said sarcastically, "Messenger Netherworld Envoy, you brought this person here—are you not getting rid of her, leaving Yin Lord to clean up your mess?"
Yin Lord’s cold gaze swept over, almost scaring the Messenger Netherworld Envoy to wet himself.
Hurriedly, he clasped his hands together and said, "Yes, I’ll slay her right away, using the freshest flesh and blood to feed Yin Lord’s evil spirits."
The Messenger Netherworld Envoy’s eyes sharpened, and he pulled a dagger from his sleeve, charging at Yu Nianzhao filled with killing intent.
"Courting death!" Xie Jiuxiao’s eyes emitted a chilling air; he quickly rose, drew the soft sword from his waist, and shielded Yu Nianzhao, sweeping the sword across the Messenger Netherworld Envoy’s face, leaving a bloody scratch.
"You’re together?" The Messenger Netherworld Envoy snarled, touching the blood on his face, clenching his teeth, "There are accomplices among the followers, they’re all here to cause trouble, unsure if there are any government people to escort Yin Lord away."
The scene erupted into chaos, and the followers began to riot.
The remaining six envoys escorted Yin Lord out of the Netherworld.
"Ziyin, capture the leader first, I’ll go apprehend Yin Lord."
Yu Nianzhao was single-mindedly focused on Yin Lord, tapping the ground with her toe, flying swiftly towards Yin Lord’s direction.
"Hahaha, this is the Black Market, the territory of Yin Lord’s Netherworld; to capture Yin Lord, you’d need to pass us first." The Punishment Netherworld Envoy and the Punishing Evil Nether Envoy stood in Yu Nianzhao’s path.
One wielded a scythe, the other a mace, charging at Yu Nianzhao with all their might, "Die!"
"Want to kill me? Let’s see if you have the life for it!" Yu Nianzhao sneered coldly, her hand conjuring the judgment blade.
Yu Nianzhao moved with ghostly agility, weaving through them like a phantom; just as the Punishment Netherworld Envoy approached, she grabbed his hair, and as he winced, she deftly slit his throat without hesitation using the judgment blade.
"Ugh..." The Punishment Netherworld Envoy’s eyes widened, unable to glimpse Yu Nianzhao’s true face before falling to the ground, his soul instantly detached, swallowed whole by Jiu Ying’s head.
Witnessing Yu Nianzhao’s decisive slaughter, the Punishing Evil Nether Envoy was greatly shaken, "You, who are you?"
Yu Nianzhao’s judgment blade radiated golden light, unstained by any blood yet exuding an air of execution.
"Me? I am the true master of the Netherworld; you’ve been impersonating my identity!" Yu Nianzhao’s voice was soft, like whispers from the underworld, each word exploded in the ear, "Such crimes deserve death!"
Upon uttering the last word, Yu Nianzhao appeared before the Punishing Evil Nether Envoy; under his horrified gaze, the judgment blade pierced his chest.
In an instant, the evil spirits he’d slain over time fled from his body.
Dragged his soul out from his flesh, consumed by boundless grievances, gnawing at his soul, the agony was unbearable even in death.
"Go to hell!" Yu Nianzhao pressed a finger between his brows, under the intense red glow, the Punishing Evil Nether Envoy’s soul was torn apart by the evil spirits and dragged into the eighteenth layer of hell, where endless suffering awaited him.
"The soldiers are here, leave quickly!"
In the crowd, someone shouted, and their escape intensified.
Yu Nianzhao glanced up and saw no trace of Yin Lord; pursing her lips, she commanded, "Wei Zhao, go track down the person."
The ghostly wind swept by, and Wei Zhao’s specter darted out.
"Prince, Princess! Are you alright?"
Dongfang Chenyuan and Song Jiling arrived with the Dragon Shadow Guards, apprehending everyone present.
"Not too late." Xie Jiuxiao kicked the Messenger Netherworld Envoy onto the ground, yanking off the mask from his face.
Unexpectedly, underneath was a young, handsome face; he looked around at the Dragon Shadow Guards, panic-stricken, finding no way to escape.
"Take everyone here back to the imperial prison for interrogation one by one."
"Yes!"
Both followers and maids were seized by the Dragon Shadow Guards.
"Let me go!" Miss Feiyi struggled, crying out, "Prince, it’s me, I was tricked into coming here, please let me go; if anyone finds out I came here, my reputation would be ruined."
Xie Jiuxiao took off his mask, revealing a sternly handsome face; he looked coldly at Miss Feiyi, who wept piteously.
Dongfang Chenyuan immediately understood, removing the mask from her face.
Revealing Pei Yunzhi’s tearful and pitiful face.
Dongfang Chenyuan was surprised, "Isn’t this Miss Pei? Why? Are you here to take advantage of the Black Market?"
Upon hearing Dongfang Chenyuan’s teasing words, Pei Yunzhi showed an embarrassed expression, turned her face away, trying to appear pitiful, "I was tricked here, please, Prince, for the sake of my father, don’t make a fuss, I truly didn’t know this was such a place, it was purely a mistake entering the Black Market."
"What does this have to do with me?" Xie Jiuxiao said firmly, "I always act impartially; if you’re innocent, wait for the Marquis Wu’an to fetch you from the imperial prison."
Pei Yunzhi bit her lip, unable to believe Xie Jiuxiao was so heartless, and shouted desperately, "Then please, Prince, consider Zhaozhao’s favor, spare me once."
"My favor?" Yu Nianzhao removed her mask, raised an eyebrow and approached, "Didn’t I tell you? Out there, don’t link yourself to me, why won’t you listen? Didn’t learn enough from the last slap?"