: Can’t live, can’t die

A gray-black, dark and deep world is full of depressive atmosphere.

Leafless poplars and fruitless coconut trees stand everywhere on the land, like cold and heartless pillars.

Many dead souls walked through it, wandering on the edge of a large river.

It's not so much a river as it is a black sea. I can't see the other shore and I don't know how long it is.

It can only be determined by the waves flowing along the coast that it should be a river.

"The Ferryman!"

"Charon the Ferryman, please ferry me to the other side."

"I have gold!"

The souls of the dead along the coast are calling to the gods. Some of them are well dressed, wearing gold and silver. They take out a gold coin from their mouths and wave them.

Some of the dead were obviously poor people or even slaves, and they stayed in the poplar forest.

Some were leaning on the poplar tree and numbly scratching their hair, or squatting on the ground and rubbing the dirt in a daze, and some were lying on the ground with their bodies riddled with holes and wailing endlessly.

There are even some poor ghosts with hunched bodies, crowding behind the rich, begging for mercy.

Most of the rich people ignored him, but there was a long-haired nobleman wearing silk who carried a lot of money and had many slaves by his side.

These slaves knelt on the ground and praised him wildly.

The long-haired nobleman said calmly: "Don't worry, since I asked you to be buried with me, I will naturally bring you enough money to cross the river."

"You are so merciful, great master, I am willing to serve you forever in the underworld." The slaves said one after another.

These people were buried as sacrifices. Although they were unwilling to do so, the matter was over. In the underworld, they could only continue to rely on their masters.

Hearing the commotion here, many poor ghosts wandering nearby came closer and knelt down to beg.

The long-haired nobleman brought a lot of money and was picking and choosing among the poor, hoping to acquire a few more slaves.

At this time, many people in aristocratic costumes came running from one direction, both men and women, staggering and hurting a lot.

"Kumaier, it's me, please pay the fare for me!" One of them also knew the long-haired nobleman.

The long-haired nobleman was extremely surprised when he saw his embarrassed look: "Of course, we are friends, but you...how come you don't have any money?"

"Uuuu, we were killed by slaves in rebellion. The whole family came to the underworld, and no one collected my body for burial..." This group of nobles who died suddenly cried.

The long-haired nobleman was shocked: "You live in Rome. Even if a riot breaks out, the whole family will not..."

"This time is different from the past. There are strong men from the east who fight against the gods and protect slaves. They cause a lot of trouble..." the nobles who died suddenly said, informing others about what happened in the city of Rome.

The long-haired nobleman was shocked, but he didn't care too much. After asking a few questions, he didn't take it to heart. After all, everyone else was dead and would live in the underworld from now on. Mortal people have to worry about mortal matters.

"Don't worry, the slave rebellion will definitely subside. Just wait here and the empire will bury you with enough burial objects to cross the river."

However, the nobles who died suddenly seemed to be in extreme pain. They had many sword wounds on their bodies, and some seemed to have been hacked to death with random knives.

"Please pay for our ferry. My death was too tragic and extremely painful. I can't wait for a moment. Please let me go to Hades quickly..."

Seeing that they were indeed miserable, the long-haired nobleman nodded and said: "Okay, my friend, I will take you and your family across the river."

The nobleman who died suddenly thanked him profusely, and there were many poor people who also wanted to get close to him and tried their best to flatter him.

The long-haired nobleman was so high-spirited that more and more dead souls gathered around him.

Soon, a large number of nobles who died violently came running towards them, their bodies miserable and bloody. Some of them were so seriously injured that they were literally crawling on the ground in pain, with their broken limbs and arms also squirming closely.

"Friend! Friend! Do you still remember me?"

"Oh, Kumail, I know you. You are a noble from the Thrace province, and my aunt married into your family..."

"Kumaier! It's me, do you remember? I had dinner with you!"

"Ah...it hurts me to death. Your name is Kumail, right? My face was split open by a damn slave, but you must know me. I'm from the Senate!"

More and more nobles from the Roman city arrived, making the long-haired nobles in remote provinces look increasingly ugly.

Are you kidding me? So many nobles died? Some senators even died? What happened to the city of Rome?

There were too many people. Even if he could bring more funeral objects, he couldn't be so extravagant.

There are many places where money is needed in the underworld!

The long-haired aristocrat Kumail couldn't help but refuse. He hesitated and hesitated, and began to care about what was happening in the city of Rome.

As a result, the crowd was all talking, some of them died very late, and they all told about the fall of Rome.

"What? Rome fell?"

"How many gods have been killed? Even the God of Death was killed once?"

"How could there be such a powerful person? Is he the son of God King Jupiter?"

At this time, a seriously injured Divine Veinist said: "Don't worry, he is dead. I am one of the palace guards. I will stand firm to the end and see the young man die in battle with my own eyes."

Upon hearing that the man who fought against the gods was dead, the souls of the nobles breathed a sigh of relief.

"In this case, the slave resistance will inevitably fail, and the empire will collect the bodies for you. Just wait here. I really don't have that much money." Kumail said quickly.

"No, when are we going to wait? Please just pay the money to cross the river. I'm in too much pain."

Kumail couldn't help but hesitate, and agreed to several nobles with extremely high status during his lifetime.

He calculated well and believed that these big nobles would definitely be rich in the end. Their properties were spread throughout the empire, and even if Rome fell, they would not be greatly affected. When Rome was restored, their bodies would be collected and buried with them.

, I can still pay him back then.

As for the ordinary nobles, he disagreed and pointed to the River Styx: "If you swear to become my slaves and serve me forever in the River Styx, I will take you across the river."

Most of the nobles were furious, and some even had divine veins. They actually unleashed a little divine power and struck at him.

Kumail also has some strength, not to mention there are many big nobles gathered around him.

With one thought, he put all the money into his body, and then commanded the souls of the dead who were nobler than him in life to fight for him.

"Drive them all away!"

The wealthy aristocrats were counting on him, and they were obedient when they asked for help. For a while, the two groups started fighting.

But no matter how they fought, no matter what kind of trauma they suffered.

A ball of filthy earth will rise up from the earth to fill it up, build their bodies, and repair them infinitely.

Of course, the injuries suffered during death will not be repaired and will be recorded by the underworld.

What the body was like at death is what the undead here is, and is considered a complete state.

Only after being judged and entering the paradise of sinless people can one be restored.

"Ah! Stop fighting!"

These people had died in battle, or even been hacked to death by slaves. The pain from their injuries, which lasted indefinitely, was unbearable for them.

During the fierce battle, it became even more uncomfortable.

"Huh! This is the underworld. If you don't have money, just wander here forever." Kumail was very high-spirited, and he was very proud that powerful divine vein users and great nobles were all working under his command.

"Great Kumail, I am willing to be your slave, please pay for me to cross the river." The poor people no longer wanted any dignity, and they knelt down and begged.

At this time, a clear voice came: "What? Money is still needed in the underworld?"

After hearing this, Kumail saw a young man with an Oriental face approaching carrying a gun.

This kind of person looks like a slave at first glance, because Eastern people do not go to the underworld after death, but their souls are scattered.

Therefore, if you can see the souls of Easterners in the underworld, there is only one possibility: they are Eastern slaves who believed in their gods.

"Stupid Eastern slave, you believe in our gods, but you don't know the rules of the underworld?"

The young man carrying the gun scratched his head and said, "When did I believe in your gods?"

The underworld is full of undead souls and can communicate spiritually without any obstacles.

"Haha, if you don't believe in God, how could you enter the underworld?" Kumail laughed loudly.

But he saw that the nobles around him stared at the young man with wide eyes, in silence, trembling, and even stepped back.

"Huh? What's wrong with you?" Kumail was puzzled.

"He...he is the strong man from the East who fights against the gods!" The nobles around him all recognized the young man as Yan Nu.

"What!"

Kumail was dumbfounded. The powerful being in this group of people was actually this boy? He looked ordinary.

"It's him! It's him! He protected the slaves and killed us!"

"You, you, you...didn't you say he was dead?"

"This is the underworld, you have to die to enter!"

"But he is an Eastern pagan, how could he die and come to the underworld!"

The souls of the nobles who died in Rome were panicked. They knew how powerful Yan Slave was, and he was simply an evil star.
To be continued...