Fang Chen's voice was like a dull ripple, spreading out in the River of Forgetfulness, and many mad souls froze.

Some of the Lihuns who were motionless at the bottom also stiffly twisted their necks and looked up into the sky.

The confusion in their eyes gradually melted away like ice, and countless whispers sounded:

"Is he a general?"

"No, the general lives a hundred years, how could he come to the underworld?"

"Oh, we saw it wrong, but who is he and why is he so familiar? My memory is getting worse and worse."

Whispers echoed in Wangchuan, and Goddess Xiao's eyes gradually became horrified.

Are these the military souls of Daxia who followed Fang Chen in many battles and died on the battlefield?

The number of people listening to this sound... maybe 80,000 if not 100,000...

Xia Yu and Xiao Shence heard the sound, and their expressions became paler.

Fang Chen gently waved his sleeves and saw boats appearing out of thin air in the vast River of Forgetfulness.

Ten boats, a hundred boats, a thousand boats, and before you know it, the Forgotten River is densely packed with boats!

When Zhou Wenxing and others saw this scene, they no longer had any doubts.

Who else has such power except Lord Yin!

"Daxia Army, board the ship."

Fang Chen said in a deep voice.

As this majestic and familiar voice reached the ears of the wandering souls, they completely broke the confusion in their minds and woke up one after another, as if being lifted up by some force.

Not long after, countless light boats were already filled with figures.

They looked at each other and recognized familiar faces.

"Old Zhang, is that you!?"

"It's me. Look, everyone is here."

"Was that... the general's voice just now?"

Everyone turned to look at the bridge, only to see a figure wearing purple and gold armor looking at them quietly.

They would never forget that face even if they died ten times.

"It's a general, it's a general!"

Someone shouted in surprise.

The dead Wangchuan River has now become noisy.

Among the countless canoes, there are also some canoes transformed by the ordinary wandering soul Yin Shou.

On one of the canoes, several people from three generations were sitting. Among them, Qing Zhuang looked at the sudden appearance of countless canoes. His eyes could not help but show fear, and he quickly paddled out to avoid them.

"Grandpa and grandma, who are they? Are they also going to Baiyue City with us?"

The child looked at the boats in the distance with a slightly innocent look, and even stretched out his finger.

Upon seeing this, Qing Zhuang quickly scolded him and told him to stop staring.

"Don't scare my dear grandson."

The old man frowned slightly, then took the child into his arms, looked at the boats in the distance, and said solemnly:

"Those...should all be Daxia troops, soldiers of our Daxia army."

"Dad, you are joking, there have not been thousands of Daxia soldiers dying in the past few years..."

Qingzhuang couldn't help but said.

"Who said it was in the past few years?"

The old man snorted coldly and looked toward the bridge. When he saw the face of the figure clearly, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Dad, if they hadn't died in the past few years, could it be that they still crawled out of the Wangchuan River?"

Qing Zhuang muttered in a low voice.

"They... are probably the Daxia troops who died in the battle at Sanjie Mountain..."

The old man murmured.

Qing Zhuang's expression changed slightly: "How many years have passed, how could it be them..."

"Let's see who picks them up."

The old man said.

Qing Zhuang looked in the direction he said. After a few breaths, a look of horror suddenly appeared on his face:

"Yes, it's that Fang, Fang..."

"Yes, it's that Military God Fang."

The old man nodded heavily.

…

Goddess Xiao saw a person sitting alone in a canoe from among the countless canoes.

The man sat cross-legged, with his hands on his knees, his head lowered, and his waterfall-like long hair covering most of his face.

But she recognized at a glance that this was her father, the former God of War of Qingsong Kingdom, Xiao Langshuai!

"father!"

Goddess Xiao couldn't help shouting.

Xiao Langshuai slowly raised his head, glanced at Goddess Xiao, and then his eyes fell on Fang Chen. There was a faint smile on his pale face, and he nodded gently.

Not long after, as one boat after another docked, there were groups of wandering souls on the bridge.

These wandering souls were extremely excited, staring at Fang Chen with pious and fanatical eyes, but no one made any noise.

They even listed military formations on the bridge and stood on both sides of the bridge.

Xiao Langshuai slowly came to Goddess Xiao, patted her head gently, and then looked at Fang Chen, his voice was old and hoarse:

"Fang Junshen, long time no see."

"It's been a long time since we last met."

Fang Chen nodded with a smile and casually threw the battle armor that Zhou Wenxing took off to Xiao Langshuai:

"Try it on and see if it fits."

"This is?"

There was a hint of doubt in Xiao Langshuai's eyes.

Goddess Xiao took a deep breath, looked at Fang Chen in disbelief, and then quickly explained to Xiao Langshuai:

"Dad, this is the battle armor of Baiyue City's underworld soldier Si Riyouzu. Once you put it on, you will be the sunyou soldier here, and you can tour the world of good and evil during the day."

"Oh? A Japanese traveler? An official in the underworld?"

Xiao Langshuai's eyes moved and he seemed to understand something.

Zhou Wenxing looked extremely desperate when he saw this scene. He would never have a chance to resume his job.

The Goddess of Yinzu Division, Yeyouzu, and the Lord of Baiyue City were all frightened at this moment.

This Yin Lord actually knows so many wandering souls in the Wangchuan River!? What is his origin!?

Could it be that...when this Yin Lord was in the human world, he was born in the area under the jurisdiction of Baiyue City!?

The hearts of the three of them were filled with turmoil. It was unimaginable that someone could be promoted to the Lord of Yin under their noses, but they had no idea at all...

After Xiao Langshuai put on the armor, his whole demeanor immediately changed dramatically.

He is aloof and arrogant, and the sharpness in his eyes is like a sword hanging from the top, which is terrifying.

Now that I have an official status and become a Japanese soldier, this situation is even worse than before.

"Sir Hiyu-kun, I don't know how to call this person, but we will all be colleagues from now on..."

Si Shen spoke cautiously, intending to break the deadlock in front of him.

This matter had nothing to do with him from beginning to end, but now he was ordered to kneel here, and no one knew what would happen if he didn't speak up.

"You two can get up."

Fang Chen glanced at Si Shen and the night soldier.

The two of them stood up quickly as if they had been granted amnesty.

When the Lord of Baiyue City saw that Lord Yin ignored his wishes, an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

After Fang Chen introduced Xiao Langshuai to the two men, he said calmly:

"Next, you two will cooperate with Xiao Langshuai."

"Cooperate? I wonder what your orders are, Mr. Hiyu-kun?"

Si Shen asked cautiously.

"The houses that should be ransacked should be ransacked, and those that should be beheaded should be executed. Baiyue City's foundation is a bit rotten. I want to rectify it."

Fang Chen smiled.

A flash of horror flashed in everyone's eyes, this...is going to attack Baiyue City!?

"Fang Chen! One person does the work and the other takes responsibility!"

Xia Yu suddenly stood up and stared at Fang Chen: "I have offended you, please don't implicate innocent people."

Fang Chen nodded lightly: "Okay, let's start copying from the City Lord's Mansion."
Chapter completed!