The Black Deity glanced at Jia Zheng and Jia Li, his eyes flickering.
"These two must be His Highness Yan Han's friends, right?" he asked with a smile.
"Isn't that so?" Chu Sihan raised his eyebrows slightly. "I happened to be free today and came to visit my friend. I didn't expect to encounter such a scene. This modern Netherworld is really interesting."
The Black Deity ignored the mockery in his words and said to the youth and the rest, "Report straight to the eighteen levels of hell. If I don't speak, no one can e back."
The youth's expression changed drastically and he suddenly raised his head to question, "Lord Black, does His Highness Yan Feng know that you're doing this?"
The Black Deity narrowed his eyes. "How dare you threaten me?"
If these fools were not Yan Feng's men, he would have long dealt with them. Why would he have waited until now?
The youth was so scared that his body trembled, but he gritted his teeth and said, "No, Lord Black, it's just that… we're all His Highness Yan Feng's friends. Before you send us to the eighteen levels of hell, you have to ask him first, right?"
"Ask me? Ask me what?"
A slender figure walked out.
"Greetings, Your Highness!"
When the Black Deity saw who it was, he hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed.
"Song Yufeng?!"
Lu Sheng looked at the person in surprise, while Chu Sihan narrowed his eyes.
Didn't Master say that he was just an ordinary person? He was actually the son of the modern King of Hades?!
"Long time no see, Junior Lu. And Top Student Chu."
Song Yufeng smiled and blinked at the two of them.
Lu Sheng and Chu Sihan looked at him expressionlessly and did not reply.
They did not expect this unreliable-looking fellow to be the highness of the modern Netherworld!
"Your Highness knows His Highness Yan Han and Miss Lu?" The Black Deity was surprised.
Song Yufeng nodded. "We were in the same school previously."
"Your Highness, you're finally here!"
When Wu Han and the rest saw Song Yufeng, they looked extremely excited as if they had seen their savior.
Wu Han said, "Your Highness, Lord Black wants to send us to the eighteen levels of hell for two outsiders!"
"Oh?"
Song Yufeng raised his eyebrows and asked the Black Deity, "What happened?"
"It's like this…"
The Black Deity roughly explained the situation.
Song Yufeng's face darkened.
He narrowed his eyes and looked down at Wu Han. "Did I ask you to rob others?"
Wu Han's expression changed and he lowered his head, not daring to speak.
Relying on the fact that he was Song Yufeng's subordinate, he secretly stole from many ghosts while Song Yufeng was in the human world.
All these years, Song Yufeng was not around. Hence, he acted self-righteously and even forgot that these things could not be done openly.
"Not only did you rob others, but you even stole from the friend of our esteemed guest. What's the point of sending you to the eighteen levels of hell? Why don't we throw you into the River of Forgetfulness to feed the insects? Lord Black, what do you think?"
Song Yufeng looked at them and suggested expressionlessly.
The Black Deity said respectfully, "I think Your Highness is right!"
Song Yufeng nodded. "Then it's decided."
"Your… Your Highness!"
Wu Han was dumbfounded. He did not expect Song Yufeng to be so merciless.
Lu Sheng raised an eyebrow. This fellow was quite scary when he was vicious.
"Bring them away." Song Yufeng waved his hand like he was chasing away a fly.
"Yes!"
After the Black Deity agreed, he immediately summoned the ghosts and escorted them to the River of Forgetfulness.
After a wave of wailing, the surroundings finally returned to normal.
Jia Li remained squatting behind Jia Zheng.. His body was stiff and he did not dare to move easily.
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