บท 278: Wang Zai

There were thunderous noises in the background, as audible as thousands and thousands of soldiers on their horses galloping to war, or erratic as booming thunders rumbling across the sky to no end. Wen Leyang was awakened by those terrifying loud noises. A faint stretch of blue appeared by his side; ghastly yet somber, as thick and heavy vapor enshrouded him. There were a few skeletons that were piled up in a mess close by, ones with pitch-black, ice-cold and dull eye sockets in their skulls. As the skeletons were looking at him, they seemed to crack a smile.

Wen Leyang could not help but shiver with fright as the scene that took place before he fainted was still vividly in his mind. His first thought was how that secret battle of life and death with the true soul in the Wen family village was such a wasted effort, as he still perished in the end, and the netherworld did not seem as bright as he thought it would be.