Ensemble cast, no romance. Whether strange or ordinary, it’s all part of daily life in the Underworld. Supernatural, satisfying, and no one is evil.
As the protagonist who holds the Underworld together, Yan Luo is always vanishing, sometimes going three, five, or even seven chapters without contact.
It’s not that she doesn’t deserve the absolute spotlight. It’s just that... daily life in the Underworld is too eventful.
King Yama: “Apart, each rules their own domain; together, they make a hall full of oddballs.”
Underworld Envoys: “Dedicated to getting their bosses in trouble for eight hundred years.”
The ghosts are even worse. From the oldest to the youngest, not one of them is easy to handle.
The Underworld’s whole vibe is getting more and more absurd...
Taodu is covered in dried fish, and there’s a detailed account of the fierce god’s outrageously spicy tastes.
A whirlwind delivery incident strikes Fengdu, leaving many victims!
His Eighth Highness shows off his “private collection” in public. Is it moral decay or a collapse of reason?
Unbelievable: the Fourth Highness is covered head to toe in ghost babies!
Why is a loving father so determined to make sure his own daughter meets a gruesome end?
A brief guide to waking up the drunken Fifth Highness.
Shocking! What northwest wind produced a four-hundred-jin female powerhouse who fought seven kings without losing once?
Yan Luo: “The Underworld has never been a one-person show. The King of Yama can steer the ship, but he won’t be the hero.”
Shen Ke nodded. “So, the kind of unsung hero who doesn’t even need to show up, huh?”
Yan Luo gave her a deathly smile, her gaze inscrutable.
Shen Ke shrank her neck and backed down...
And just like that, the title of this story was settled.
