Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 704 - 590: Healing the Sick, the Kings of the Underworld

Chapter 704: Chapter 590: Healing the Sick, the Kings of the Underworld

Yin Juezhi represented his own Iron Coffin Dao and the many Side Door Tao Lineages of the Duke Bingling lineage, setting off for Dushuo Mountain to seek refuge with Wang Yuan, but let’s not talk about that for now.

Beneath Fengdu Ghost City, in the Sewing Machine Hell of the nineteenth layer of Hell.

Rumble rumble rumble...

The three great mills of Ghost Power Factory Number 957 spun at high speed, and in the gaps between the mills, countless ferocious ghosts were also frantically pushing the heavy wheels.

"Faster, faster, faster! Push harder! The mill behind is catching up——!"

"All of you, put your backs into it!

I, Old Saber, killed my own father in a rage at five, beat my mother to death at twelve, murdered my brother and dishonored my sister-in-law at fifteen, and turned to a life of banditry in the mountains at eighteen, cutting down travelers and committing every crime imaginable.

At forty, I washed my hands of this life of crime and poisoned all my bandit brothers with a jar of toxic wine.

Who dares to be more ruthless than me?

If anyone slacks off and causes us all to lose work points, I, Old Saber, will flay them alive!"

The rules within the Underworld are peculiar; those ghosts that were but a wisp of green smoke in the Mortal World immediately become indistinguishable from their living selves upon arrival here.

And as long as their Ghost Life hasn’t run out, even if they are dismembered, chopped to pieces, or crushed into mud, they won’t truly die.

Just resting for a while and absorbing yin energy is enough for them to recover.

Only the ’pain’ that sears to the bone and the ’work points’ deducted are real and undeniable!

In the midst of the large group of ghosts, an individual who was running with the crowd and pushing the mill seemed somewhat distracted.

Now in this Hell, Filth Cleaning, who had always been a vague silhouette, finally took the form of a Scholar with a somewhat pale complexion.

Even though several days had passed since he was accidentally caught, his face was still marred with unmistakable hatred and fury!

Glancing at his ’colleagues’ around him, most of whom exuded a murky Spirit Light from within their True Spirits, Filth Cleaning’s eyes were bloodshot red with congested blood.

With an impotent roar in his heart:

"Wang Qianshan, that treacherous cur!

Damn it! All of my painstakingly cultivated ’Innate Evil’ is ruined!"

Only when he was trapped did he realize.

That the ’Reincarnation Lake,’ fundamental to his own existence and flourishing among the various Sects, had long been tampered with by that accursed Wang Qianshan.

He had no idea when it began.

But the ’Innate Evil’ essences, which had cost his Body great effort to refine, were all thrown into these ’Automatic Cultivation Machines’ one by one.

Round and round they pushed the mill, providing an endless source of power for the factory, which in turn served to nourish King Yanluo and to atone with the favor of Heavenly Dao.

Together with the Karma Power Plant that used dark karmic thoughts as fuel, they purified the world’s malevolent thoughts and karma non-stop.

In the future, there would be more and more good people in the Mortal World, fewer and fewer bad people, and the Human Dao would grow stronger.

This was the true murderous move meant to utterly destroy the lineage of the Killing Tree!

Unfortunately, in the moment he was thrown into Hell, all news was sealed by the native Heavenly Dao.

To let his Body truly realize something was amiss,

He had to either be reborn or at least wait for the next Reincarnation cycle, ten or even dozens of years later. Only when fewer and fewer people returned to the Asura Ghost Country upon death might there be a chance of revelation.

By then, the Tribulation of All Living Beings in the Mortal World would have already passed, and even if the truth were known, it would be too late to change anything.

A dense layer of gloom nearly clogged Filth Cleaning’s mind, causing his blood pressure to skyrocket and his veins to throb.

This was akin to the despair he felt after his failed Corpse Dissection; once more, he experienced the helplessness of ’calling out to the heavens in vain.’

At that moment, he was suddenly pushed from behind, and a vicious voice exploded in his ear:

"Newbie, what are you daydreaming about? Haven’t you had enough lessons yet?

Hurry up and run!

If you dare to slow everyone down and get crushed again, losing work points and lowering your next reincarnation status, the brothers will surely make your life a living hell!"

"You..."

Even though Filth Cleaning had only obtained independent consciousness a few days ago, when had he ever taken such abuse in his memory?

About to get angry, he saw a gang of grotesque ’Innate Evils’ around him staring fiercely at him.

Their fists, large as sandpots, creaked with the grip.

He promptly swallowed back any curses that had reached the tip of his tongue.

A wise man does not court danger.

An infant’s body could not contain much strength, and Filth Cleaning was but equivalent to a strong Ghost Soul.

If he fought back, he would only be the one to suffer.

To these ’Innate Evils,’ the more malevolent they were when harming others, the better, but now that they turned on him, he felt sicker than if he had stepped in dog feces.

Barely able to look after himself, he had no energy left to worry about ’Innate Evil’ or his Body’s grand plans.

Only endless and inexhaustible malice churned in his heart:

’That cur Wang Qianshan hasn’t come looking for me over such a long period; he likely hasn’t recognized my true identity.

Wang Qianshan, Innate Evil... you all just wait for me. Once I escape, I will make your deaths miserable... glug glug...’

Before he could fully vent his viciousness in his heart, a bowl of liquid suddenly appeared out of nowhere and was fiercely poured into his throat.

"Cough cough, what is thi..."

Before he could even process the thought, a mysterious force cleared it away, and the ferocious and resentful look in his eyes suddenly turned blank.

"Who am I? Where do I come from? Why am I here?"

Just as he posed the three soul-searching questions, a Ghost Officer overhead shouted with a whip in hand:

"Listen up, sinning ghosts, the Emperor of Ghost bestows his grace upon you.

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