Li Yan turned around, and there was Ox Head and Horse Face, holding an iron chain and locking up a person with disheveled hair but eyes still bright, thin lips under long eyebrows, giving off a wolfish look. That spirit and vigor belonged to none other than himself.
Li Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, somewhat uncertain.
As he was pondering, Ox Head and Horse Face brought the "Li Yan" across the bridge, brushing past him without so much as a glance.
Li Yan looked around, the countless wretched ghosts and executioners present paid no attention to him. In this underworld, he seemed to be invisible.
With that thought, Li Yan unconsciously quickened his pace, following Ox Head and Horse Face deeper into the underworld.
