章節 790: Pushing open the Door to the King of Hell's Hall

The flirtatious ghost said, "So… we're in hell now?"

The muddled ghost: "That shouldn't be, right? Is the King of Hell so petty? Why is he arguing with a child?"

The cowardly ghost looked around and said, "This isn't like hell. I feel like we're still in the human world."

There was a faint rumbling sound above his head. The King of Hell's Hall was under a huge ancient tree. The huge tree roots were like an inverted tree that tightly wrapped around the King of Hell's Hall, as if they were holding the King of Hell's Hall in their hands. Other withered tree roots extended in all directions. Some pierced through the walls, and some pierced through the standing corpses… There was black stagnant water all around, and the door of the King of Hell's Hall was half submerged in the water.

When Ling fell just now, it was because the tree root had pierced into her shoulder and she hung on it that she was not completely submerged.