No one answered his question. Everyone followed Qing Ming and headed towards the city.
Soon, they arrived at the outskirts of the city, where many undead souls were conducting various commercial trades. There were stalls all around and there was a huge crowd, at least hundreds of thousands.
Although there were many undead, the atmosphere was cold and few people were talking to each other.
"It actually has the breath of life!"
Mubai's mind swept away and he was immediately surprised.
Many vendors here actually have the breath of life. I don’t know how they entered hell alive. This is incredible. Moreover, the items and equipment they sell are at least artifact level. The variety is dazzling.
At this time, Arqiong took advantage of the mingling of people and quietly said to Mubai: "These are plane merchants. They paid high commissions and were protected by the ancient gods before they could enter hell to carry out commercial and trading activities. This
It is normal behavior in hell, but merchants need to pay high taxes to get the protection of the city lord."
When Mu Bai heard this, he was relieved. It seemed that people from other planes could enter here, so there would be a way to go back.
Arqiong seemed to have guessed Mu Bai's thoughts and said: "It is not impossible for the dead to return, but the cost is very high. Unless you can cultivate to the level of soul transformation, you will not have the ability to return."
In hell, undead souls who can cultivate to the point of soul transformation are almost rare. Most of the undead souls are very weak existences. Even survival is a problem. It is impossible to return to the mainland, and even if they go back, their physical bodies
He has died and cannot be resurrected.
Mu Bai was also a little worried. When he woke up, he was in hell. After being separated from the physical body, he didn't know what the condition of the physical body was. Even if it was still intact, the physical body had lost its vitality and the godhead was attached to it, and it could not be resurrected.
Come over, but no matter what, he must see Han Yan and the child before he is willing to do so.
"Who is this? What a terrifying smell."
At this time, the undead souls in the suburbs were extremely frightened when they saw Qing Ming and his party, especially the aura of Qing Ming and the god-killing beast she sat down on, which was too terrifying.
The crowded road immediately gave way to Qing Ming, a straight road leading into the city.
Mu Bai sighed in his heart.
Once upon a time, I was so prosperous on the mainland, but now I am reduced to hell, existing like an ant. It is really a twist of fate.