My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

I lost to a mortal man, and had to self-destruct to have a chance to escape. Wouldn't this be laughed at if people told others about it?
But the man from the mortal world was clearly not someone he could control. If he hadn't been so ruthless today, he might have been suppressed in the Yin-Yang Inn.

The judge shook his head and was about to see how far the road ahead was when he heard the ghost messengers whispering behind him.

"Damn, did you see that? I seemed to see heavenly soldiers descending to earth in that yard just now!"

"You mean those five golden people?"

"It seems so. I saw it too. Otherwise, why would the Judge and Lady Mengpo be in such a mess? Lady Mengpo hasn't come out yet. Do you think she has been suppressed in the Yin-Yang Inn like the seventh-rank ghost Zhao Li?"

"Hush... don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing. Judging from the looks of the Judge and Meng Po today, they must have suffered a lot there!"

"How can I not suffer a loss? I feel that the ancient pass under the Yin Yang Inn is reviving, and there are heavenly soldiers coming down to earth to help the two adults, Judge and Meng Po. No matter how powerful you are, you can't withstand the suppression of the revival of the ancient pass and the restraint of the divine power of the heavenly soldiers!"

"What should we do now? Even the fifth-rank Hades General has returned in defeat. Doesn't that mean no one can take care of this place?"

"Let's wait and see. I don't think this matter will be resolved so easily!"

"..."

Listening to the whispers of the ghost messengers, the judge became angry but said nothing.

Today, during the fierce battle at the Yin Yang Inn, the fog formation was occasionally broken, and the Yin messengers outside more or less got a glimpse of what was going on.

It is wishful thinking to want to completely avoid rumors.

Once this matter reaches the ears of the King of Hell, there will be no need to cover it up too much, because within a few days, it will spread throughout the underworld.

But, when it comes to Meng Po...

Thinking back to the time when I escaped, I witnessed Meng Po being subdued by the heavenly soldiers. I’m afraid she is in great danger now.

The judge shook his head and turned his gaze to the high wall of the ancient city not far ahead. On it were hung groaning human skulls and countless arms stretching outward like dead branches, as if the wall was made of people. The newly arrived ghosts all felt their scalps tingling when they saw this scene.

The judge was already accustomed to this. He led the ghost messengers behind him and walked into the gate of the ghost town.

Soon, the judge arrived at the Yama Palace.

As if foreseeing their arrival, the door of Yama Palace was unusually open today.

The judge glanced back at the ghost soldiers behind him and said in a deep voice: "You all go away, but this matter must be kept strictly secret!"

"If I hear any rumors again, don't blame me for being ruthless. I will strip you of your ninth-rank official positions and send you to the hell of tongue-pulling!"

Before he finished speaking, all the ghost officials trembled, looked at the judge cautiously, and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, sir, please rest assured that we will keep this a secret and will not reveal a single word about this matter."

"Don't worry, sir!"

The judge nodded and then walked into the Yama Hall.

The ghost messengers behind him watched the judge leave. After they were sure that his figure had disappeared, they breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to each other.

"You said... there must have been other ghosts near Fengmen Village that night. I'm afraid it's hard to conceal this matter. The judge asked us to keep it secret. Why is that?"

"Who knows, maybe it's for face?"

"Perhaps the judge heard our discussion and was displeased?"

"Or perhaps the Judge wishes to undertake this matter alone?"

"Anyway, we should be more careful..."

Just as the ghosts were whispering, a figure slowly approached.

"This...isn't this Meng Po?"

"It's really Lady Meng Po. Wasn't she suppressed in the Yin Yang Inn? How could she appear here?"

"Do you feel that Lady Mengpo's Yin energy seems to be still draining away? She must have been seriously injured. Could it be that she escaped by self-destructing her cultivation like the Judge?"

"I see, the wounds on her body look like sword wounds, no, are they knife wounds?"

"It should be the injuries caused by those heavenly soldiers at that time."

"..."

At this time, it was Meng Po who came following closely behind.

It turned out that Meng Po and the Judge left the Yin Yang Inn one after another. The Judge was a little slower because he was leading a large group.

Meng Po arrived shortly after the Judge entered the Yama Palace.

Hearing the gossip of the ghost messenger, Meng Po, who was already in a bad mood, stopped.

"Let me hear one more sentence!"

"I'll throw you all into the frying pan and fry you into little devils!"

"Did you hear that?"

Although Meng Po does not have as much power as the Judge, everyone in the underworld knows her temper, and even the Judge dares not to offend her.

Once she said this, there was no guarantee that she would really throw a few of the little devils into the frying pan afterwards.

Just as Meng Po was scolding, a strange and eerie voice suddenly came from the Yama Palace.

"Mother Meng."

"Now that you're back, come in quickly!"

Meng Po glanced at the Yama Palace and was shocked.

Although she has agreed to cooperate with Zhang Hao, Meng Po is not sure whether she can hide the truth from the King of Hell, who possesses the true strength of a fourth-rank official.

Hearing the voice from the Yama Palace, Meng Po felt determined. Thinking about how the King of Hell had taken advantage of her for 30 million years, she gritted her teeth and walked in.

Taking advantage for nothing?

For me, Mengpo, it’s absolutely impossible!
So what if you are a fourth-rank official? If I don't make you lose everything this time, I won't be called Meng Po!
Inside the Yama Palace, it was pitch black as soon as you entered.

Unlike the judge's yamen, the Hall of Yama seems mysterious.

The judge's office is just an ordinary place where cases are adjudicated. On weekdays, some ghosts who are difficult to convict would come here to seek justice, so it seems quite ordinary.

However, the Yama Hall is not a place they can come to at will. On average, a meeting is held here only once every three hundred years. At that time, the Ten Yin Marshals, Six Case Gongcao, Four Judges, and Seventy-five Departments will all gather here to report on their work content in the past three hundred years.

However, they seem to have never seen the true face of the King of Hell.

Every time a meeting is held in the Yama Palace, the voice of the King of Hell can be heard, but the King of Hell himself cannot be seen.

At this time, the judge cleared his throat, took two steps forward, and crisp footsteps were heard.

"tread……"

"tread……"

As soon as the footsteps were heard, candles suddenly lit up at both ends of the pitch-black Yama Palace.

The pale candle emitted a faint light, illuminating the judge's face in the dark space.

The judge walked to the fifth candle from the front according to his rank, stopped, and after a while, he took a half step back and bowed, saying, "The judge greets the Fourth Rank Zhengqin!"

After a while, a dull voice came from the darkness ahead: "Hmm."

"I heard that you went to Fengmen Village to capture that person from the mortal world?"

"How is the result?"

The judge hesitated for a moment, but still answered honestly: "Your Excellency, we collected limited information during this expedition. When we found that person from the mortal world, we discovered that he had extraordinary means!"

"With my and Meng Po's strength, we are no match for him. Meng Po was even suppressed in the Yin Yang Inn because of this."

"It's my incompetence!"

The judge knew that the King of Hell was in the darkness and that he was looking at him, but he still couldn't help but look at the darkness in front of him, as if he wanted to see if the King of Hell would be angry. If he was angry, what expression would he have?
However, the darkness seemed like a bottomless pit that swallowed up all the light, and nothing could be seen at all.

Not to mention the King of Hell, the judge felt that if a lamp was placed in the darkness, it would not emit any light.

After a while, the dull voice came out of the darkness again: "Even you and Meng Po have suffered a loss. Can this person in the mortal world be so capable?"

"As expected of someone who can pretend to be a fourth-rank official, you have some skills." "You just said that Meng Po was really suppressed by that person from the mortal world?"

The judge nodded and added, "The situation was urgent at the time. Seeing that the situation was not good, I used my own strength to explode and was able to escape."

"Meng Po must have been reluctant to let go, or perhaps she didn't react in time, so she was captured by the heavenly soldiers summoned by the mortal."

"Now……"

"I'm afraid he has been suppressed in the inn like our seventh-rank ghost officer Zhao Li."

The judge thought secretly in his heart that if Lord Fourth Rank Zhengqin did not take action personally, no one would be able to subdue that mortal man.

But what worries him now is how powerful this person from the mortal world is?
You can't let the underworld come out in full force to deal with him, a mortal man, right?
Wouldn't that be a huge laughing stock?
In fact, the underworld is not short of experts to deal with people in the world of the living.

There are many masters among the Ten Ghost Marshals, Six Case Officials, Four Judges, and Seventy-five Departments of the Underworld, but the combined strength of these ghost officials is only one twentieth of the total combat power of the Underworld.

They may be very powerful in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of those great gods in the underworld who are not really present, they are nothing more than ants.

It would be easy for them to deal with Zhang Hao.

It’s just that these great gods won’t show up easily.

The judge had been in the underworld for 50 million years and had only seen a fourth-rank Zhengqin once. That person was the True Emperor Cave God Tianzun, who was located below the Netherworld and was the King of Hell who was in charge of life and death.

If any one of the Ten Kings of Hell came out, he would probably be able to capture that person from the mortal world.

It’s a pity that they don’t know why, but the Ten Kings of Hell seem to only deal with the affairs of the underworld, and it is impossible to ask them to go to war.

At this moment, a dull voice came from the darkness again: "Oh?"

"Meng Po was suppressed?"

"It seems that you still don't know enough about Meng Po."

"Come in, Meng Po."

Hearing the words of the King of Hell, the judge was shocked all over and turned around suddenly. Then he saw a shadow appearing where he came in.

"Meng Po, you... weren't you suppressed by the heavenly soldiers?"

"How did you escape?"

At this time, the phantom became clearer and clearer. It walked to the same position as the Judge, where the fifth candle was. Then it turned to look at the Judge and snorted coldly.

"Humph, old judge, I have long seen through the nature of you four judges."

"When something happens, you run away faster than anyone else!"

"It was you who summoned me, but you cruelly abandoned me alone in danger."

The judge's face instantly flushed, and a sense of guilt surged in his heart.

But the situation was critical at the time. Otherwise, no one would have been able to escape.

At this time, the voice of the King of Hell sounded again in the darkness.

"enough."

"Stop arguing."

"I'm glad you came back safely, Meng Po. I heard from the judge that you were subdued by the heavenly soldiers. How did you escape?"

Meng Po glanced at her shoulder, where there were still traces of the wounds from the heavenly soldiers' halberds, and then she raised her eyes coldly and looked at the darkness ahead.

"Sir, if the judge can escape, why can't I?"

"Am I worse than the judge?"

“Don’t you know, sir, how fierce was the counterattack of the Fifth Rank Zhengqin before his death?”

"I fought desperately with the heavenly soldiers and only managed to escape by chance. Now I have to be suspected by you?"

The judge laughed dryly and waved his hand quickly.

"No, no, that's not what we meant."

"I'm so glad you managed to escape. I knew Lady Mengpo wouldn't be captured so easily!"

"So, that person from the mortal world was also injured by you?"

Meng Po glanced at the judge coldly, the scene of cooperating with Zhang Hao emerged in her mind, and she sneered.

"Can I hurt him?"

"Old Judge, you have also seen how powerful that person from the mortal world is!"

"Even if Lord Yama goes there himself, he may not be able to get any advantage."

"How could I hurt him?"

After saying this, Meng Po looked at the darkness before her and continued to explain.

"When I was fighting the Heavenly Soldier, I accidentally destroyed the Soul-Suppressing Formation he had set up in the inn. After I regained my freedom of movement, I escaped."

"Lord King of Hell, this boy is no small matter. I need to take a long-term view on capturing people from the mortal world and not be impatient."

The judge meant to deal with this mortal being as quickly as possible to prevent the matter from getting out of hand.

But Meng Po held the opposite opinion. She hoped to buy more time so that Zhang Hao could make more preparations.

After all, if you want to attack the underworld, acting rashly without adequate preparation would undoubtedly be courting death.

However, Meng Po was not concerned about how to attack the underworld. She only needed to delay time for Zhang Hao as much as possible.

However, the King of Hell did not seem to make a decision immediately. After a long silence, the King of Hell's low voice was heard in the darkness.

"Um"

"Let me think about it again."

"You guys should step back first."

The two underworld generals, Meng Po and the judge, looked at each other and then bowed.

"Yes, my lord!"

"As ordered!"

After the two left, the candlelight in the hall did not go out, but a few more candles were lit.

Then, a dark shadow emerged from the candlelight.

This shadow has no fixed shape, as if it is a mass of fused yin energy.

"Night Wandering God, have you found out the truth?" The voice of the King of Hell came from the darkness.

This shadow is none other than the night-wandering god of the underworld, a god who patrols at night and hides himself during the day.

The Night-Wandering God and the Day-Wandering God are like the eyes of the King of Hell. With them, the King of Hell can grasp the situation in any place at any time.

That night when the Judge, Meng Po and Zhang Hao were fighting, the Night Wandering God happened to be in Fengmen Village.

At this moment, the Night Wanderer was startled when he heard the voice of the King of Hell, and spoke after a long while.

"Your Majesty!"

“I couldn’t get close to the inn that night and could only watch the battle from a distance.”

"And I can't see through that layer of fog either. It seems that only those with strength above the fifth rank can see through the fog array!"

"But afterwards, we did hear a self-explosion sound, and then the judge came out."

"Not long after that, Meng Po also escaped with wounds all over her body."

Recalling that night, although the Night Wanderer did not enter the Yin-Yang Inn, he witnessed the scene of heavenly soldiers descending to earth from outside.

Although he is the most trusted deity of the King of Hell, his power is not as strong as that of the Judge and Meng Po. (End of this chapter)