She couldn't remember how she had died.
Whether she had been beheaded in the marketplace or had passed away in her sickbed...She simply couldn't recall.
Four Yin Cha grabbed the iron chains tied around her and she was involuntarily dragged forward, floating and drifting.
Above and below, countless ghostly fires streamed by, occasionally landing on the red spider lilies by the path, instantly igniting half-human-high green flames. The jade-green fire against the red flowers was exceptionally bewitching.
Along the path, there were countless other trails, and many newly deceased people in white were being pulled forward by the Yin Cha. Some cried, some laughed, and others murmured something to themselves. But no matter how much they regretted their deaths, the silent atmosphere would consume all their emotions.
In the end, they could only move forward silently, in turn, and pass through the distant gates of Yidu.
The Yin Cha leading her stopped, waiting for admission.