"Forget it, forget it. You're all humans anyway. You few, come with me."
Having said that, Ren Huangqi lost the interest to talk with these guys, waved his hand, and said casually.
"Go... go where? The Netherworld?"
The underground man brother, who had been silent all this time, mustered his courage and asked in a trembling voice.
"The Netherworld? Good name. I'll ask my kingdom when I get back if we can just call it the Netherworld directly."
Ren Huangqi thought for a while, feeling that this name seemed to have a special attraction to it.
The brother and sister exchanged pale glances, both seeing despair in each other's eyes.
It's over. This isn't even the regular army of the Netherworld. This is a rebel among ghosts, even rebelling to the point of establishing a new Netherworld themselves.
Just as the two were happily communicating with their eyes, Ren Huangqi's consciousness had already left the ghost general it possessed.
Compared to ghost soldiers, ghost generals already had rudimentary consciousness. After hearing Ren Huangqi's words, it opened its eyes and said to the three in a hoarse, stiff tone.
"According to His Majesty's order, you will follow me."
After speaking, it took the lead and walked ahead, leaving the three of them behind, looking at each other.
Subsequently, the underground man, who was no longer afraid, took the lead and followed. The remaining two looked around timidly, unwilling to move, but after being pushed a few times by the ghost soldiers behind them, they had no choice but to hurry and follow.
They weren't blind. They naturally wouldn't forget what had just happened. They basically had guesses in their minds about the change in the ghost general's attitude.
It was probably some great consciousness that had descended upon that evil ghost, using its mouth to say those words.
This might be an opportunity, who knows.
The three walked together, various thoughts arising in their minds, each with their own little plans.
But after walking with this group of ghost soldiers to their destination, they realized that things didn't seem as simple as they had imagined.
Countless people were gathered in an open space. The huge and beautiful Beast of Balance was dozing on the ground, surrounded by a cleared area. At this time, many humans were already gathered here in a panic, and countless ghost soldiers and generals were still bringing the living people from the city over.
The edge of the open space was an extreme.
The cold wind was piercing, and heavy snow was flying. The surroundings were a world of ice and snow. Countless zombies, drawn by the scent of humans, were frozen into hideous statues, with not a single zombie approaching the open space.
But in such extreme weather, the people in the open space didn't feel the slightest discomfort. This was precisely the power of the Beast of Balance. It could maintain balance, and naturally, it could also break it.
A group of above-grounders and undergrounders, who usually had a hunter-prey relationship when they met, were now coexisting in an open space. Many above-grounders frowned as they looked at the dirty undergrounders beside them, but after taking a careful glance at the Beast of Balance lying in the center of the open space and the endless stream of ghost soldiers and generals, they swallowed the little thoughts in their hearts.
Can't afford to provoke, can't afford to provoke.
But when there are many people, there are always a few fools who don't know what's good for them. Perhaps due to luck, there were an unusually large number of people who survived in this city, and among them, a few fools were born.
"Damn rat, get out of my sight! You're hurting my eyes."
A willful and headstrong voice rang out in the open space. In an instant, whether they were above-grounders or undergrounders, their expressions changed drastically as they moved away from the direction of the sound, and all of them looked over, wanting to know which genius was so wise.
"Ah, it's the leader's daughter."
After seeing the figure clearly, the familiar above-grounders revealed a look of anticipation.
Just like what was said before, where there are people, there are classes. The classes in this city were roughly divided into above-grounders and undergrounders, but naturally, it was impossible for the above-grounders to be a communist society. Classes also existed, and the highest level was the leader. He was the leader of the above-grounder settlement. Not long after the apocalypse began, he gathered a group of people and occupied a resource-rich stronghold, and since then, it has developed into this large above-grounder settlement.
But just like the vast majority of losers recorded in history, how wise and martial he was in the early stages, how昏庸he was in the later stages.
It seemed that power had blinded his eyes. From the bottom of his heart, he began to believe that he and those cowardly undergrounders were not the same species, that he was stronger.
Later, it even evolved into looking down on everyone equally, thinking that everyone was his servant, and his children naturally inherited his thoughts, doing all kinds of evil in the settlement.
Making others kneel down and lick her shoes could be said to be commonplace, and sometimes there would even be more cruel corporal punishment.
In the past, they only thought that this little girl, who was only a dozen years old, was simply bad, but now, looking at it, she was half stupid and half bad.
Hearing the commotion, a large ghost with a long knife hanging from its waist, a long bow suspended on its back, more than three meters tall, and holding a three-pronged steel fork, walked over expressionlessly. Its body was surging with Yin energy, almost transforming into a layer of black gauze surrounding it, adding a bit of majesty to the gloomy ghost aura.
This was a ghost king that Ren Huangqi's kingdom had painstakingly nurtured, with strength comparable to a garrison-level Beastmaster.
It walked over, its huge body making no sound, until the shadow enveloped her, and then the little girl reacted, turning her head stiffly. Her brain, overwhelmed by anger, finally remembered her situation.
"No..."
She still wanted to say something, but the ghost king simply and neatly raised the steel fork in its hand and stabbed it down fiercely.
Blood splattered, passing through the ghost king's body and splashing on the faces of the people behind it, scaring everyone around, reaffirming their determination not to stand out.
After doing all this, the ghost king wiped the blood from the steel fork with its palm, and then glanced around. Everyone who was seen by it lowered their heads, just like quails shrinking their necks.
This was also the ghost king's intention. It didn't kill that woman to punish the wicked and eliminate evil. After all, what good people could be alive in the apocalypse? If it wanted to punish the wicked and eliminate evil, the first one to kill would be its Majesty's Beastmaster, Qian Er.
The only reason it did this was that the woman didn't obey discipline. Qian Er and his beasts needed to solve a lot of problems this time, which meant it was impossible to be as thorough as before, so some heavy punishments were needed.
Shuang Yao Bone Dragon raised its head and glanced at the ghost king's actions, without saying anything, and continued to lie back and rest.
This wasn't laziness, but to adapt to the surge of power. After evolving, it jumped directly from the second-to-last in the team to the strongest combat power in the team, even the former big brother, Burning Blood Saint, was no match for it.
But the surge in strength brought a significant reduction in its ability to control itself, and it needed a long time to adapt.
ps: Collecting the divine name of the Burning Blood Saint, the divine duty is tentatively set as Fighting, the number of words is unlimited.
