He Hugged Nichen's Waist

It is said that the realm of the underworld is eerie and terrifying, with both ferocious spirits, sad and plaintive ghosts, and even the mighty King of Hell with a beard on his face. At least that's what Tang Xuesu thought before he came to the underworld. Her soul was floating, like a light feather drifting with the wind, and finally landed on a soft white cloud, moving quickly along the way. A black crack suddenly appeared in the blue sky, and the cloud carried Tang Xuesu straight through it. The masked Yinza wearing a huge cloak suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, grabbed a long chain from her chest, and led him wordlessly...