Fall: Rebirth

"The Lord of Night becomes the Lord of the Underworld, holding the power of life and death, and is called the God of Death. The Underworld is also known as the Netherworld, and the place is filled with a strong breath of death." Having said this, the messenger of God paused for a moment, stretched out his hand and rubbed the goose bumps that suddenly appeared on his skin.

Yuan Gu and Cang Yan were still hiding in the back, listening quietly.

Seeing the God's messenger like this, Yuan Gu couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose with a folding fan and said to Cang Yan in a low voice: "It's quite interesting."

The divine messenger calmed down, reorganized his thoughts, and then continued: "The sound of thousands of ghosts crying can often be heard in the ghost city. The sound is heard with endless chill, sorrow and resentment. It makes people feel creepy."

After he finished speaking, many students shivered unconsciously as if they were there themselves.

"There is another sea of ​​fire in the Nether City, with blazing flames that never stop day and night. It is specially set up to punish the souls of those who have committed heinous crimes. If you are unfortunately buried in the sea of ​​fire, your soul will be scattered and you will never have the chance to reincarnate again."

Hearing this, some students couldn't help but say: "Oh my God! This is terrible."

The eyes of the envoy of God were as sharp as those of an eagle. He continued, "However, in the Nether City, there is not only a blazing sea of ​​fire, but also a terrifying mountain of knives. This mountain of knives is made up of countless extremely sharp knives, and each knife is spinning rapidly. Those evil spirits who have committed serious sins and crimes must climb over this mountain of knives with difficulty before they can enter the path of reincarnation."

"Isn't that too miserable?" At this moment, a young student couldn't help but exclaimed.

“If there are those who commit heinous crimes and bring harm to all living beings in the six realms, the god of death will mercilessly end their lives and take their souls and send them to mountains of swords and seas of fire to be tortured.” When the messenger of God said this, his voice trembled slightly, as if he felt that the god of death was lurking beside him.

For a moment, the whole school fell into silence, and all the students listened attentively to the angel's story.

The messenger of God raised his eyebrows slightly and continued, "But you don't need to worry, as long as you do more good deeds in your daily life, you will naturally not suffer such misfortune. Although the god of death appears to be as cold as ice, deep in his heart he is actually filled with compassion and concern for all people in the world." When saying this, the messenger of God himself seemed a little upset. After all, he also had a deep fear of the mysterious god of death.

"God's messenger, you keep saying that you are not afraid, but why is your voice trembling slightly?" The observant fairy pointed out mercilessly.

As soon as the words fell, the originally quiet school suddenly became noisy, the fairies began to whisper to each other, and the messenger of God who was questioned seemed a little at a loss.

At this moment, the invisible Yuan Gu was waving the folding fan in his hand leisurely and smiling faintly. He thought to himself: I am afraid that from now on, Ye You will become an indelible shadow in the hearts of these little fairies.

Cang Yan looked towards Yuan Gu unconsciously at this moment and said, "I wonder what you like about her?"

Yuan Gu didn't answer, but just gave him a smile.

After witnessing the scene, Chu Heng and Xi'er looked at each other in tacit understanding, and then turned their gazes to Ling Han.

"Quiet!"

As the god knocked hard on the table, the originally noisy school suddenly returned to silence.

At this moment, Ling Han slowly raised his eyes. He stood up steadily, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring directly at the divine messenger on the podium and asking, "Excuse me, sir, have you finished explaining the legend of the god of death?"

The messenger of God subconsciously stroked his beard, a hint of pride showing on his face, and replied, "That's roughly the situation."

However, Ling Han's expression became more solemn and dignified. He bowed deeply to the divine messenger with great respect, and then said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Since this is the case, then I still have some things to add."

"You?" The hand of the messenger that was stroking his beard paused slightly, and his originally leisurely expression instantly became serious. His body involuntarily leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Ling Han who had stood up from his seat.

Ling Han looked at the envoy seriously and without flinching, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, the entire school was silent. The other students all looked at Ling Han in surprise. Chu Heng and Xi Er looked at each other and then quickly turned their gazes back to Ling Han.

Facing everyone's gaze, Ling Han showed no fear. He said in a steady and clear voice: "What you just said is indeed correct. Those who have committed heinous crimes and are unforgivable should be severely punished, either sent to a mountain of swords or thrown into a sea of ​​fire. However, there are also many people in the world who have done good deeds and accumulated blessings throughout their lives. If they really die, they can naturally enter the path of reincarnation smoothly; even if they have not completely passed away, the god of death will make appropriate judgments based on the degree of their good and evil. If they are very kind, they may even have the opportunity to be reborn."

Ling Han's words were like a stone that caused a thousand ripples, causing a huge uproar in the school.

The classmates began to whisper, expressing surprise and confusion at his remarks.

The god's face suddenly changed. He hurriedly flipped through the book in his hand, trying to verify whether Ling Han's words were true. After a busy period, the god's face raised his head and said gloomily: "This book does not record this!"

At this moment, Chu Heng stood up suddenly and shouted loudly: "Students can testify that everything Ling Han said is true!" His voice was so sonorous and powerful that it seemed to shock the entire school.

Then, Hill stood up without hesitation, looked at the messenger with a firm gaze, and echoed, "I can also testify to this matter!"

"You..." The messenger of God widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, and he wondered in his heart what evidence they had to be so sure.

Seeing that the envoy did not seem to believe his words, Chu Heng calmed down and slowly said, "Sir, these are what we heard and saw with our own eyes in Youdu a few days ago. There is absolutely no falsehood!"

"How could you have been to a place like Youdu while you are still alive?" The messenger's face turned very ugly, and his tone was full of doubt and dissatisfaction.

"Indeed." Ling Han remained calm and responded without being servile or arrogant, "It was Qingli Divine Reverend who personally led us to Youdu."

When the envoy heard the words "Qingli Divine Lord", a trace of astonishment flashed across his face. Could it be that these students had a special relationship with Qingli Divine Lord?

"Then why did Lord Qingli take you to Youdu?" The messenger narrowed his eyes and asked thoughtfully, with a hint of temptation in his words.

Seeing the students looking at each other in bewilderment, Chu Heng finally spoke up: "In reply to your question, sir, the God of Death is Ling Han's master. Because of the evil spirit incident some time ago, the God of Death has been in Nether City dealing with the matter, and therefore could not return to the God Realm in time, so my master took Ling Han to Nether City. So we went there together, and only then did we see things beyond our cognition with our own eyes."

"I see." The messenger was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I really don't know much else about the God of Death. Could you please tell me more?"

Chu Heng said seriously: "As far as I know, the God of Death is not as ruthless as the rumors outside. She also has her own judgment."

"Oh? Why do you think so?" the messenger asked urgently.

"In Youdu, we witnessed with our own eyes a ghost with good fortune being favored by the god of death. The old man was not dead in reality, and in the end, the god of death thought that he could benefit the people, so he allowed him to be reborn." Ling Han recalled.

"Not only that, the Goddess of Death smiled at her." Hill interrupted, "And the Goddess of Death spoke to him with great respect. She addressed the old man as 'you'."

The messenger pondered for a long time and nodded repeatedly: "I see... It seems that our understanding of the God of Death is far from enough."

There was a whisper in the school, and the students became more and more interested in Youdu and the God of Death.