In the eighteenth level of hell, as Su Yuan promised Zhaozhao, he indeed stopped at the entrance.
"Sir, can I go back now?!" A figure zoomed in from afar, wailing with barely concealed excitement.
It was Fufeng, who had been thrown down by Su Yuan.
A King of the Underworld being tossed around on his own turf and wailing without any regard for his image, Fufeng really didn't seem to mind at all.
The Black and White Impermanence, who had been dragged down by their boss to share the same fate, couldn't bear to watch and turned their heads away, not wanting to admit that this was their boss in the underworld.
As the whirlwind - like figure got closer, Su Yuan calmly raised his hand, and Fufeng was instantly frozen in mid - air.
"Huh?" Fufeng dangled in mid - air, looking left and right, utterly confused. If he wasn't called back, then what was going on?
His eyes dropped, and he saw Zhaozhao waving at him.
Oh, he got it. It was for this girl.
After greeting Fufeng, Zhaozhao simply walked away on her own. "Fufeng, I'm leaving first. I've got something urgent to do."
"Hey, don't go yet! Ask Su Yuan to let me down first!" Watching Zhaozhao walking away without even looking back, probably not hearing him, Fufeng just wanted to sigh to the sky. Why was this kid running so fast?
He originally thought he'd be hanging here for half a day, but soon enough, the aloof Dragon Lord let him down.
Fufeng landed on his butt on the ground. He stared at Su Yuan, who was still there, for a long time, suspecting he was seeing things.
"Sir... Why are you still here?"
Looking at Fufeng's stupid expression, Su Yuan didn't even want to say a single extra word. He just gave the guy a cold back view.
It was truly a rare sight. Su Yuan didn't go after his sweetheart but was here staring at him.
Could it be...
Thinking of a possibility, Fufeng got up from the ground cheekily and grinned at Su Yuan. "Sir, don't tell me you've been disliked by Zhaozhao? She wouldn't let you listen?"
Before Su Yuan could say anything, Fufeng put on an understanding look and casually patted the other on the shoulder. "Hey, I get it. You don't have to take it to heart. Little girls at her age are just like this. It's normal for them to have a little secret they don't want to tell their parents..."
"Fufeng," Su Yuan looked coldly at the hand on his shoulder and mercilessly uttered a few words. "With such advanced technology, you don't necessarily need your mouth to do office work. What do you think?"
Fufeng's hand trembled, and he quickly admitted his mistake. "I'm wrong, I'm really wrong. I'll shut up. You're so magnanimous."
Then he hugged his arms and shrank to the side.
He couldn't afford to provoke this big shot, but he could surely avoid him...
The entrance to the eighteenth level of hell fell silent for a moment. The two underworld messengers, the Black and White Impermanence, pretended not to see anything, and Fufeng was sitting on the ground, drawing circles to curse someone.
When he drew the tenth circle, the dragon finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He stood in front of Fufeng with his ice - cold face and asked coldly, "Tell me in detail about what you said just now about girls at this age."
Fufeng threw the twig in his hand and sprawled on the ground, looking up and just wanting to scoff.
But due to the might of the Dragon Lord, the adaptable King of the Underworld patiently and seriously "educated" the Dragon Lord for a long time.
At this moment, the protagonist they were talking about, Zhaozhao, was covering her ears and looking at the black bead wrapped in a cloud of blood energy in front of her.
The weak but extremely unpleasant curses kept coming from the bead. Zhaozhao frowned and thought that Song Changming was still a bit capable. He still had the energy to curse even in such a state.
After listening for a long time and seeing that the curses didn't stop but got even worse and couldn't be dissuaded, Zhaozhao finally got angry.
She slapped the bead, and Song Changming's squeezed soul was shaken up.
"Stop cursing! If you keep cursing, I'll crush you right now!" Zhaozhao was really furious. She threatened with a clenched fist.
Song Changming was as stubborn as a mule. "If you have the guts, crush me right now. I've become this ghost - like state. Do you think I'm still afraid of anything?"
This guy was really annoying! Zhaozhao was so angry that her blood was boiling. She really wanted to whip him with a rattan.
Fuming little Zhaozhao patted her chest to calm down. She tried to talk to Song Changming on terms. "You're not completely dead yet. At least you still have a soul. You can still be saved. Don't you want to get out of here?"
"What do you mean?" The fire in the blood energy was burning Song Changming's soul. He knew that if this continued, he'd soon be completely wiped out. Hearing what Zhaozhao said, a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in his heart.
"As long as you answer my questions, I can secretly take you out. How about it?" Zhaozhao leaned closer and looked at the bead that finally fell silent, whispering.
The little girl's eyes were clear, looking so innocent and easy to deceive. Song Changming had other ideas in mind.
"Sure. Ask your questions."
Hearing that Song Changming was willing to cooperate, Zhaozhao clapped her hands in satisfaction and started to ask. "Uncle Song said that it was you who placed the seal on the Chen family's Reincarnation Bell. Why did you do that?"
"The kid from the Chen family asked me for help. The conditions he offered were too generous, so I agreed."
"Chen Jin came to you? Besides sealing the Reincarnation Bell, did he ask you to do anything else?"
"He asked me to teach him how to use the Reincarnation Bell and the Soul - Switching Formation."
Soul - switching? Not soul - nurturing? Why would he want to learn the Soul - Switching Formation? Zhaozhao thought and asked the next question. "Did you place the Gu bell in the Chen family?"
Song Changming laughed weirdly for a while and then said, "No. If you're going to ask me who did it, don't waste your time. I don't know either."
Fine. This was the last question. Zhaozhao clenched her fist. "What did you want that bell for? You recognize the totem on that bell, right? What does it mean?"
"Hehe... You actually noticed that totem?" Song Changming's eerie laughter rang out. "It's nothing. It's just a sacrificial totem of an ancient tribe. Do you know what it's called?"
"What?"
"The Fire on the High Platform."
As Song Changming spoke, he got excited. His voice was tinged with an abnormal madness. "At dawn, when the fire on the high platform is lit, the vitality of heaven and earth will appear. The saintess will bless every child who returns before dawn. The divine tree will guard the tribe. All sins will be eliminated, and everything that has died will be reborn..."
The more he spoke, the weirder it got. Zhaozhao took a step back. Her temples throbbed. The pain came out of nowhere. Something flashed through her mind, but she just couldn't catch it.
"I've answered all your questions truthfully. It's time for you to fulfill your promise."
Zhaozhao shook her head. Looking at Song Changming, she said expressionlessly, "I've changed my mind. I don't want to let you out now."
She had been lying to Song Changming all along. Hearing his crazy words just now, she knew he had no good intentions. How could Zhaozhao really let him out?
Hearing that this little girl dared to lie to him, Song Changming let out a roar. The hellfire sensed his disobedience and burned even more vigorously.
A crack appeared on the bead. Song Changming couldn't bear it and threatened Zhaozhao in a low voice. "If you don't fulfill your promise, I'll expose your identity as a fake. What do you think, little tree spirit from Wutong Mountain?"