The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 363: Three Hundred Years Ahead

Chapter 363: Three Hundred Years Ahead

Zhao Lingfu was taken aback. It was said that the Hell Lord was fierce and ugly-looking to keep the underworld ghosts in check. How was it possible to see such a handsome appearance today?

But Chu Yang had seen Ye Siheng and other extraordinarily handsome men before, so when he saw Qiu Hai, he just exclaimed in surprise without being stunned.

He was then excited and ignored Nanli’s previous words, floating straight to Qiu Hai, "Hell Lord?! The Lord of the underworld? Can... can I shake your hand?"

It was indeed a worthwhile trip; he actually met the Hell Lord! If he could touch his hand, he could boast about it for ten years after returning!

Qiu Hai blinked and said, "I’m just a younger brother of Ancestor. You seem to be the Fourth Brother of Ancestor in this life, right? Oh, then we’re all family here."

He reached out his hand, wanting to shake hands with Chu Yang to fulfill his wish.

When their hands were about to meet, Nanli, expressionless, slapped away Qiu Hai’s hand, "My Fourth Brother is fine, but why are you so ignorant? If you shake hands with him and let him get contaminated by the underworld aura, his soul won’t even have a chance to return to his body!"

Qiu Hai was reprimanded and stood aside somewhat crestfallen, muttering, "Being the Hell Lord is really boring."

Chu Yang had initially thought Qiu Hai was joking, but Sixth Sister truly had the air of a leader, which made Qiu Hai lack any Hell Lord aura. Moreover, Qiu Hai had mentioned "this life" earlier, indicating that Sixth Sister had known him in the previous life.

Thinking of this, Chu Yang felt a sudden sense of emotion. Indeed, having relatives in this life was a unique experience, and he needed to cherish every relative he had.

Qiu Hai continued, "Let’s leave this abyss first. The resentment has intensified recently, and the underworld river is unstable, with the Ghost Fire becoming more fierce."

Nanli nodded, "Then let’s hurry."

With a wave of his sleeve, Qiu Hai naturally sent Chu Yang and Zhao Lingfu up first.

Afterward, he grabbed Nanli’s hand, "Ancestor, hold on tight."

With a light leap on his tiptoes, he floated away with Nanli from the abyss without relying on any external force.

After they left, the spell formation failed, and the Ghost Fire burned fiercely again, but because Qiu Hai was still at the edge of the cliff, the myriad ghosts still didn’t dare to come out.

The ghost messengers gathered nearby.

Qiu Hai’s face turned cold as he scanned around, "You’re all useless. I should exile each of you to Avīci Hell."

Just finding a soul took so long, and he almost let Ancestor encounter danger.

The ghost messengers dared not utter a word, all bowing their heads.

Nanli wasn’t interested in watching Qiu Hai reprimand his subordinates any longer. Time was short, and she still had to quickly bring Chu Yang back to the mortal realm.

As she spoke, Qiu Hai frowned, "You’ve only just arrived, and now you want to leave? Can’t you stay a few days to accompany me?"

Nanli said, "I promise next time I’ll definitely accompany you. This time, it’s really urgent."

Qiu Hai pursed his lips, his peach blossom eyes full of grievance, "You swear."

"Alright, I swear. Next time, I’ll play a game of chess with you before leaving." Nanli said, "If I fail to do so, then..."

Qiu Hai hurriedly covered her mouth with his fingers, somewhat impatient, "There’s no need to invoke the heavenly oath. I’ll be happy if you come, and I won’t have any complaints if you don’t."

"Mr. Qiu Hai is indeed very kind." Nanli turned to Chu Yang, "Fourth Brother, we have to go."

Chu Yang glanced at Zhao Lingfu subconsciously.

He was thinking, should he just leave her like this?

"Fourth Young Master..." Zhao Lingfu forced a smile, "I understand. The words you said at the cliff were just to encourage me to hold on, not genuine."

Chu Yang looked embarrassed, "You’re right."

He didn’t like Zhao Lingfu, nor would he consider her his wife just because of some underworld marriage. He had only tried so hard to save her earlier because he was a Chu family member and felt that she didn’t deserve this fate.

"You should go back quickly." Zhao Lingfu urged, "As I am now, I have brought this upon myself. For the rest of the journey, I must walk it alone."

Chu Yang saw her soul fading away and felt a twinge of pity in his heart.

But when he saw Nanli and Qiu Hai, both of them indifferent, he bit his lip, turned back to Zhao Lingfu, and nodded, "I wish you a smooth journey."

Zhao Lingfu smiled deeper, but there were tears shimmering in the corners of her eyes.

Seeing the farewell between the two, Nanli immediately opened the Gates of the Underworld.

She grabbed Chu Yang and the ghost, and they left the underworld directly.

Zhao Lingfu stared blankly as the gates and passage disappeared. She felt reluctant in her heart and took a few more steps forward to catch another glimpse of Chu Yang’s figure.

Qiu Hai pocketed his hands and coldly said, "Alright, stop looking. He’s gone."

Only then did tears stream down Zhao Lingfu’s face, and she asked, "Hell Lord, can I wait for him at the Bridge of Helplessness? Maybe..."

Qiu Hai gave her a glance, "With my Fourth Brother’s soul strength and many merits, he’ll reach the Bridge of Helplessness in just a few steps. You? Even if you walk for one or two hundred years, you may not see the Bridge of Helplessness."

Zhao Lingfu stood frozen on the spot.

Qiu Hai continued, "You caused my Fourth Brother to come to the underworld, got contaminated with the underworld aura, and probably shortened his life by a year or two. Ancestor didn’t destroy your soul, which is already magnanimous. Stop waiting, and stop annoying people."

In reality, by the time Zhao Lingfu reached the Bridge of Helplessness, who knows how long it would be.

By then, Chu Yang would have been through several reincarnations and wouldn’t remember her at all. It would be better to cut off her hope now than to wait in vain. If she could make it to the Bridge of Helplessness, it would be better to hurry up and reincarnate instead of waiting pointlessly.

Zhao Lingfu was already in great pain.

But she had promised Chu Yang that she would walk this Yellow Springs Road herself and couldn’t break her word.

Turning around, she took a step forward.

But her soul was already riddled with holes, and every step was extremely difficult.

As she lifted her foot and set it down, some spirits had already walked dozens of meters away. By the time she took her second step, those spirits were nowhere to be seen.

Among so many spirits rushing along, she was the slowest.

Qiu Hai stood still with his hands in his pockets, watching Zhao Lingfu take so long, and he only took two steps himself.

He sighed, "You reap what you sow; you’ll have to bear the consequences yourself. Endure it well."

At this rate, Zhao Lingfu would need three hundred years to reach her destination.

Even if she was lucky enough to reach the Hell Lord Palace and the Bridge of Helplessness, her soul, if it managed to be reincarnated, would likely suffer from illness or mental disabilities in the next life, enduring pain and suffering.

But in the underworld, there were countless souls like hers.

If Ancestor doesn’t care, neither will he.

Back in the mortal realm, Nanli quickly invoked a talisman and used it to dispel the underworld aura from Chu Yang’s soul.

Time was running out.

Thanks to Nanli’s powerful talisman, the underworld aura was quickly cleansed away.

She immediately tossed ten copper coins and pressed Chu Yang’s soul back into his physical body.

Even after the soul fully returned to his body, they still had to wait a moment.

Nanli turned her head and took a look. Even though she was accustomed to various scenes, she couldn’t help but be shocked.

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