The Domineering King of the Netherworld and His Sweetheart

0. Prologue

On a busy street.

A scholar with a beautiful appearance was crouching in the crowd while looking at the corpse beside his feet, sighing in exasperation.

The corpse's face was too terrifying to behold due to the powerful blow. There were two traces of blood flowing from his eyes and two more under his nose. The eyes of his body opened wildly like the eyes of a dead fish, which looked scary but also somewhat funny.

"It's really sad that you have to walk halfway. Look what happened! You were beaten and killed by a trainer! And dying with a terrifying look, if someone you know sees your face, you might want to come back to life immediately."

The scholar criticized the corpse on the ground for being so disappointing. Then he started to sigh again.

"Unfortunately, you can only blame your own stupidity. Why did you fall into their trap and go to steal that Jade Phoenix Pendant? They didn't catch you but you were still killed by a trainer! How unfortunate!"

The scholar with his eyes wide open continued to ignore the others in the crowd and added, "Even I feel ashamed for you!"

Right at this moment, a group of yamen runners dashed towards this place. The crowd disperses quickly in the bustle

When the scholar saw the yamen runners, he made off right away like a rat seeing a cat.

That was his conditioned response all these years. And he was used to running away.

After he ran into an empty alley in his black boots, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief to see no officers following him.

"Great! Looks like it hasn't got around. And those officers didn't come here to catch me. But... Ha ha..."

Having let out a meaningful and weird laughter, the scholar threw out his chest.

"This is the best. Now that someone who looks exactly like me can be my scapegoat, those people must assume that I was already dead. Then they won't send so many people to catch me. God loves me so much!"

"I can't believe how lucky I am. I was hit by the coach and then came back to life! I wonder if I would die and be brought back to life again if that coach hits me again?"

The scholar muttered to himself with joy. However, he didn't realize that the valley in which he stood began to twist like it was alive.

"No, you won't. Because you are already dead."

All of a sudden, an icy cold voice sounded by the scholar's ear, so clod like it would drain all the warmth from one's soul.

The scholar turned around immediately. Then a man in white with coldness all over his body jumped into the scholar's clear eyes.

It was very obvious that the man in white had no expression on his face. There was a small bell being tied to the white canvas in his right hand. Right now, the bell was shaking violently while letting out loud clinks, as if it was pressing one's soul!

The scholar, having looked around, pointed to himself, "You were talking to me?"

"I'm pointing to whoever is pointed at by the bell!" The man in white still wore that poker face. However, if someone looked closely, he would find that the man in white was trying hard to hide the impatience in his icy eyes.

The scholar didn't understand the man's words. So he started to observe carefully at the bell. Then he found the bell a bit strange indeed. The mouth of the bell now faced toward him in an oblique angle. Although no one was shaking it, the bell was still shaking itself fiercely. As the scholar looked at the bell for so long, he even felt himself being attracted to it while getting dizzy and unable to concentrate.

"What do you call me for?" the scholar asked that with his pretty eyebrows raised.

"Take your soul!"

The man in white suddenly stared at the scholar's eyes while saying those words in a fierce voice. The only white part in his eyes was eroded by the black color. He seemed like a dead man, with two hollow and terrified eyes.

The bell shook more and more violently along with the man's movement as if it was about to break someone's soul!

Then, the scholar only felt everything going black in front of his eyes. Before he closed his eyes, he saw the twisted face of the man in white as if he had owed the man money!

And the only thing the scholar wanted to say was, I didn't owe you a penny!