The turbulent Dark River under the bridge is filled with people who committed numerous wrongs in their life and were reborn on the Path of Beasts after death.
When passing through the middle of Stone Arch Bridge, they would be kicked down by the Ghost Rakshasa, plunging them into the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
Screams kept echoing, and the two Ghost Rakshasas taking turns kicking people were still so exhausted that they gasped for breath, unable to help but complain.
"It's such a fucking strange day today, so many extremely wicked people that we nearly broke our legs kicking them."
"Huh? Why do I smell a living person?"
The identity-checking Ghost Rakshasa sensed something was wrong when Lin Jinzhou approached, shrugging its nose and sniffing. It walked two steps forward and circled around him.
"My god, a living soul?"
"What the hell are Black and White Impermanence doing?"
"We're already working ourselves to the bone, yet they still give us more trouble."
