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Chapter 847 The Bridge Built by the Ruler of Hell

Lilly’s gaze remained fixated on the floating bone.

Polly, in a state of disbelief, exclaimed, “What the squawk, what kind of elevator is this…”

Indeed, it was an elevator unlike anything they had ever seen, constructed entirely of bones.

Lilly found herself torn, contemplating whether she should descend or not.

Daddy said not to go to unknown and dangerous places…

But Ivan’s down there, he helped me before and even gave me a piece of candy. If I don’t go down, I would be

abandoning him…

It’s dangerous down there…

Witnessing Lilly’s inner struggle, the cowardly ghost reassured her, “Don’t worry, let’s first understand what this

bone is and how frequently it appears…”

Suddenly, the harem spirit’s expression turned grave, and she interjected, “I’m more concerned about when this

bone was formed… The blood on the pelvic bone looks fresh.”

The passionate spirit coughed, finding the description unsettling, especially with the child present.

The unlucky ghost chimed in, saying, “She means that if it’s a fresh bone, it must have been recently extracted

after someone’s death…”

In the underworld, there were no living beings, and even the bones present were aged and weathered. They lacked

any traces of blood and were often fragile and decayed.

So how did this blood–stained pelvic bone come to be?

The foolish ghost was surprised, saying, “I think this bone belonged to someone who died recently, but this is the

underworld and such a colossal abyss… How could there be anyone…”

At that moment, the foolish ghost’s realization struck him, and he abruptly fell silent.

There were no living beings in the underworld, and the only people who were alive in the Ghost Abyss were Alban

and Ivan.

Alban seemed unharmed, so could that bone belong to Ivan…

If so, it meant he was dead.

Lilly vehemently denied the possibility of Ivan’s death, shaking her head in denial. “No, Ivan can’t be dead!”

-The cowardly ghost examined the size of the pelvic bone and said, “Judging by its size, it seems to be an

adult pelvis…”

The harem spirit added, “What we’re certain is that this strange pelvis resurfaces periodically; otherwise, Alban

wouldn’t have been able to ascend.”

The cowardly ghost nodded, “The location where the pelvis emerges shouldn’t be the bottom of the abyss, as Alban

mentioned that the creatures beneath the abyss were closing in.”

Lilly forced herself to think and proposed, “Is there something in the middle of the abyss where we can stand? If we

can reach that point, we can return immediately if anything goes wrong.”

The cowardly ghost let out a sigh. “The main issue is that we don’t know much about this abyss. If only we knew

more about it, we could devise a safer plan.”

Lilly recalled her father’s advice–knowing the enemy and knowing oneself could ensure victory in a hundred battles.

Understanding the abyss became her primary goal. But how could she achieve that?

“I wish Master were here…” Lilly expressed her disappointment. Ever since Pablo was not by her side, she found it

difficult to face challenges alone.

The cowardly ghost frantically searched through the book, “The Utmost Secrets of the Spirit Realm,” but there was

no mention of the Ghost Abyss.

As they hesitated, the bloodstained pelvic bone descended back into the abyss and gradually vanished from sight.

Lilly suggested, “Let’s ask a ghost! If there’s something we don’t understand, we can seek guidance from someone

who knows more.”

They retraced their steps, crossing the high mountain. Just beyond the mountain lay an area filled with a bad aura,

populated by numerous lost and wandering spirits.

In the human world, there were lonely and wild ghosts, and similarly, the underworld had its inhabitants.

“Excuse me, sir, do you know anything about Ghost Abyss?” Lilly approached a ghost and asked.

The ghost turned slowly, revealing empty, dark eye sockets that sent shivers down their spines.

Polly could not help but be frightened and blurted out, “Sir, please put your eyeballs back in!”

With a groan, the ghost fumbled for a while until he found his eyeball and placed it back into its socket.

“Hmm…” The ghost stared at Lilly, his eyeballs moving stiffly. “A living person? Ha… there’s a living person!”

In the underworld, there were no living people, but occasionally, lost souls who had not reached their destined time

of death would wander near the gates of Hell.

The ghost believed that Lilly was such a lost soul and grew ecstatic, instinctively reaching out his hand to grab her.

However, before he could touch Lilly, he was knocked to the ground.

The cowardly ghost looked stern and spoke in a cold voice, “She asked a question, so answer it. How dare you lay a

hand on her?!”

The male ghost’s eyeballs were knocked out again and went missing this time.

“Oh, my eyeballs… I put them in my pants pocket to prevent them from falling out… and now they’re gone!”

The male ghost crawled on the ground, groping in the darkness, looking strangely pitiful.

Lilly picked up his eyeballs and said, “I’ll return them to you, but you must answer my question. What do you know

about Ghost Abyss?”

The male ghost’s eyeballs shifted in Lilly’s hand, but he did not dare to cause trouble and answered honestly, “I’ve

been living nearby for fifteen years.”

“After a person dies, those who haven’t been reincarnated reside in Ghost Town and Ghost Palace. Some ghosts

accumulate virtue to redeem the wrongs they committed in their lifetime, hoping to accumulate virtue for their

descendants or secure a better birth in their next life. They venture out from Ghost Town, wandering and striving to

accumulate virtue…”

“Near the Ghost Abyss is a prime location for accumulating virtue. Many ghosts choose to stay here,” the male

ghost explained.

He pointed towards the mountain and continued, “There’s a broken bridge up there. The ghosts who come here

can choose to build the bridge and move the boulder from the bottom of the mountain to the top.”

Building bridges as an act of virtue was a common practice in the underworld.

Lilly inquired, “Does this bridge have any connection to the Ghost Abyss?”

The male ghost nodded, saying, “This bridge was built by the Ruler of Hell…”

Upon hearing that the bridge had ties to the Ruler of Hell, the spirits of Lilly and her companions were immediately

piqued with interest.