I Truly Am The Villian
Chapter 1255: 1254: Netherworld City on Netherworld Mountain, Ying Gou—One of the Nine Mountain Ghosts

Chapter 1255: Chapter 1254: Netherworld City on Netherworld Mountain, Ying Gou—One of the Nine Mountain Ghosts

No one has ever returned after entering the Netherworld Mountain.

Therefore, everyone is deeply afraid of the Netherworld Mountain. In a radius of hundreds of miles, no creature dares to linger.

Not even a village can be seen.

All that is visible is barrenness and dead silence, and in the center, an ordinary dead mountain.

Chaos’s figure descended from the void.

As soon as Xu Zimei’s foot stepped into this realm, an endless death aura surged toward him.

Aiming to destroy his entire being.

His body aged at a speed visible to the flesh eye, and it wouldn’t be long before he turned into white bone.

A leaf from the Tree of Life in Xu Zimei’s body fluttered down, blocking all this death aura.

Only then could he walk toward the Netherworld Mountain at ease.

After walking for over ten minutes, he didn’t see a single figure, feeling so isolated as if he were a solitary ghost.

Reaching the foot of the mountain, Xu Zimei looked up at the Netherworld Mountain.

The mountain wasn’t tall, standing in the shape of five fingers, with an aura of ancientness spreading around.

“In the quiet, white bones mourn,

The path of life and death leads to the Netherworld.”

Words like black ink were written, engraved on the stone tablet ahead.

“Do not seek solace in worldly matters,

Beneath the Illusionary Sea, shadows reunite.”

No one knows who carved these words; the path up the mountain is made of irregular steps.

As soon as Xu Zimei stepped onto them, a powerful force suddenly bounced him off.

“Only the dead may tread the Netherworld,” a dignified voice came from all directions.

Soon after, endless death aura emerged like a rising mist, shrouding the entire realm.

The death aura grew more and more intense, and eventually, a chilling wind rose, with the silhouettes of Underworld Soldiers and Generals faintly visible within.

The whistling wind sounded like the wailing of people.

Xu Zimei didn’t speak. In the palm of his hand, the Tree of Life shrunk to a minuscule size, spinning in his palm.

The dense life energy emitted from it, far stronger than the death aura.

Upon appearing, it directly annihilated it.

“What an annoying aura,” a hoarse voice came from the path of the Netherworld Mountain.

In the next moment, two black-robed envoys wielding scythes emerged from the void.

Without saying a word, they charged directly at Xu Zimei.

With a wave of his hand, Xu Zimei casually unleashed two blade qi, slaying them instantly.

But in the next moment, the bodies of the envoys split into four.

As if impossible to kill, four became eight, eight became sixteen, and sixteen became thirty-two.

Xu Zimei coldly said, “Absolute power is not something that can be compensated for by numbers.”

Endless blade qi surrounded him, advancing step by step toward the mountain path of the Netherworld Mountain.

No matter how many times the envoys split, they would be killed instantly by the blade qi, no matter how numerous they were, unable to approach Xu Zimei by a single step.

Once again, as he walked up the mountain path, the powerful force tried to push him out, but this time Xu Zimei was prepared.

His own power constantly countered it as he walked step by step upward.

After covering a section of the path, the black-robed envoys behind him disappeared, until halfway up the mountain, where he encountered an elder.

The elder leaned against a smooth boulder, holding a hook in each hand.

He was currently sharpening the hooks, carefully polishing them.

Xu Zimei’s figure paused next to him. The elder’s rhythmic polishing movements became unfathomable the longer one watched.

Finally, the elder stopped, smiled at Xu Zimei, and said, “I’ve heard your name for a long time, and today I finally meet you.”

“Who are you?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Ying Gou,” the elder replied slowly, word by word.

“One of the Nine Mountain Ghosts,” Xu Zimei asked with a frown.

Among the Nine Mountain Ghosts, he had only met two, Kui and Yan Gui, and although Ying Gou was also one of them, they were meeting for the first time.

“Are your Mountain Ghosts part of the Netherworld?” Xu Zimei asked.

“We only obey the orders of the Thousand Calamities Doomsday,” Ying Gou shook his head and replied.

As if understanding Xu Zimei’s confusion, he explained, “I am under orders to guard the entrance to the Netherworld Mountain, preventing the Ghost Tribe from leaving the Forbidden Land.”

“What is your purpose?” Xu Zimei asked.

“You would have to ask the Thousand Calamities Doomsday,” Ying Gou smiled.

“I just didn’t expect, esteemed one, you would also come to this Forbidden Land.”

“Where is the entrance to the Forbidden Land?” Xu Zimei asked.

“On the Netherworld Mountain, the Netherworld City, at midnight the city gate naturally opens,” Ying Gou said.

Xu Zimei nodded and continued along the mountain path.

“Are you trying to leave the Ghost God Realm?” Watching Xu Zimei depart, Ying Gou suddenly asked.

“Why?” Xu Zimei turned his head and replied.

“We have a way to let you leave,” Ying Gou said.

“As for the terms, it requires a promise from you.”

“I won’t make any promises, nor do I need your help,” Xu Zimei directly refused.

“I know you have a Great Saint by your side as a protector, but with your current strength, it’s impossible to leave the Ghost God Realm,” Ying Gou continued.

“Even a Great Saint is of no avail.”

“That’s not your concern,” Xu Zimei said lightly.

“I will be here on the Netherworld Mountain, whenever you change your mind, you can find me,” Ying Gou laughed.

“Is this your idea?” Xu Zimei asked.

“The directive of the Thousand Calamities Doomsday,” Ying Gou answered truthfully.

Xu Zimei slightly frowned, then continued walking up the mountain. Behind him, the sound of Ying Gou polishing the hooks echoed once more.

Scaling to the summit of the Netherworld Mountain.

Xu Zimei saw a city, a city hovering in the darkness, as desolate as a ghost town.

But it was daytime now, and when you walked past the city, it appeared like the reflection of a mirage, passing straight through.

Xu Zimei wasn’t in a hurry; he sat on the spot and waited.

Waiting from afternoon until late at night.

Finally, as the night deepened, the city became more solid, more real.

Eventually, with a “clang” sound, the city gate opened, and the Netherworld City was… open.

Two Ghost Envoys stood at the city gate, looking inside, where it was bustling.

Xu Zimei entered the city, surprisingly unimpeded, as if they were celebrating a spectral festival on the streets, with people wearing ghost masks, selling items mostly related to the netherworld.

……

“Continuing from last time, the great Divine General fought the Ghost King for hundreds of rounds, ultimately suffering a defeat,” Xu Zimei heard a voice and turned to look. He noticed there was a storyteller even in this ghost city.

From the tower entrance, occasionally shouts drew attention.

Xu Zimei climbed the tower and found a place to sit.

However, when the people saw him, they all avoided sitting with him.

“Old man, let’s skip today’s story, resume tomorrow,” someone said.

“What bad luck, another outsider,” someone else chimed in.