Jiang Li shook the gourd in his hand. The Meng Po soup inside was still enough for a hundred thousand ghosts.
If it was not enough, he could still use the Nine Nether spiritual qi to nurture the spider lily and carefree grass and boil them on the spot.
With a thought from Jiang Li, the Yellow Spring Road behind him immediately folded and shrunk.
In just a few blinks of the eye, the endless desert disappeared.
A meandering path could be reached in less than 49 steps.
The Yin Burial Coffin that had been waiting at the edge of this territory appeared in front of him.
It was hard to say if it was anything else, but Jiang Li had as many ghosts and souls as he wanted.
Following Jiang Li's will, the Armored Kun opened its mouth and placed it in the Netherworld.
Then, ghosts lined up and walked out.
They were very lucky because they would be the first batch of ghosts to cross the River of Forgetfulness in 200,000 years.
