"Just passing by, why must I... hmm?"
He paused, looking around,
Sima Shi and the Zhuge siblings also looked around, startled by the sudden change.
The previously empty long street was now cloaked in a thin mist, filled with indistinct figures, and even the ancient cries of vendors could be heard.
"Fresh wontons for sale, fresh wontons!"
"Fried noodles! Fried noodles! Fragrant fried noodles!"
"Selling flowers—Other Shore flowers! Old Other Shore flowers from past years, come and look!"
The calls echoed incessantly, and Zhuge Yuyi and Zhuge Si exchanged glances—Netherworld!
Then, Zhuge Yuyi saw the mysterious figure in dark clothing and a bronze mask crouch down and pick up a handful of soil.
Zhang Fusheng held the soil, brought it to his eyes, and sniffed it lightly.
Death Qi and Yin Qi filled it, along with an extremely ancient aura... this soil was truly Netherworld soil.
Or perhaps... Nine Netherworld.
But it was not the future Nine Netherworld within Maitreya's belly.
