"Meng Po?" Xu Qing watched in the direction where the Fengdu City God dissolved into blue smoke, his mystic Daoist robe fluttering in the Netherworld gale that carried the stench of corpses.
In the distance, the Forget River lay like a coiled giant serpent, its ink-colored waves surging while half-submerged white bones covered in moss and shattered soul lamps surfaced, swiftly ensnared by the blood-red mist, drifting towards the direction of Naihe Bridge.
The slender black divine dog crouching beside his feet suddenly lowered its body, three-headed Dharma Form emerged, six amber vertical pupils cautiously scanning around, its paws scorched five marks into the bluestone slabs, transmitting to Xu Qing: "That is no ordinary Meng Po, she is an avatar of Houtu."
"For Houtu, the entire Underworld's judicial system, from King Yan, Judge to Ghost Messenger, are threads in her hand."
