She had heard about the eighteen layers of the Underworld before.
For those deeply sinful ghosts, the most unbearable thing wasn't their souls being scattered, but staying in the dark, sunless Hell, enduring aimless torment.
Their hearts filled with agony, and they even couldn't find salvation for all eternity.
Su Nanzhi planned to throw this guy back into the Underworld.
She glanced at the sky and then chanted an incantation, but after she finished, her face turned an abnormally pale white.
She slowly exhaled and gradually regulated her breathing.
In the blink of an eye, two slender shadows appeared in front of her.
From the faint light emitting from her body, one could vaguely see that the two shadows were black and white, and quite a bit taller than her.
Su Nanzhi had wondered more than once if the high hats worn by Black and White Impermanence were meant to be comical.
