This is a size that cannot be described in terms of range.

It was so big that when he stood at the top of the sky, he couldn't see any edges at a glance. It was so big that Li Ling even thought that he had come to a new world, which looked vast and vast.

Empty, dead, depressing...

This is Li Ling’s most intuitive feeling so far.

"Originally, this place was quite lively."

Meng Yu also followed him at some point: "Although this area is huge, hundreds of years ago, it was not even enough to accommodate the souls of the dead who came to reincarnate."

"Know."

Li Ling nodded. When the mark appeared on his forehead, he had seen those scenes before. The souls who came to be reincarnated, at a glance, there were at least tens of millions... densely packed together, walking on the Huangquan Road.

If not the picture is right in front of you.

Otherwise, he would never believe that the underworld would become like this.

In the process of drifting.

Hei Wuchang seemed to have remembered something and looked at Li Ling: "When you fight on weekdays... what weapon do you usually use?"

Li Ling took out the soul-enchanting chain.

Hei Wuchang shook his head: "What else?"

Li Ling then took out a dark police baton, which was stained with blood.

"This is?"

Li Ling responded: "This is a baton, a stick-like weapon. I usually use it to knock ghosts out, and when I knock them unconscious, I put them in a sack."

"Knock on the sap?"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Hei Wuchang's face: "It just so happens that I also have a weapon called the mourning stick."

"This thing..."
Chapter completed!