“Are things always going to be like this in future?” Qin Ye gritted his teeth.

“No… Once the communications hall has been built, they will manufacture a type of specialty talisman that can be pasted on the Yin spirit’s head when Emissaries of Hell are reaping souls. That way, the Yin spirits that arrive in Hell won’t be able to remember anything from their past lives.” Arthis continued placidly, “But rather than caring about the future, you might perhaps want to look at the issue before you right now.”

“These people… carry an immense amount of fear and apprehension in their hearts. And if you give them a response that’s beyond what they can bear… Aren’t you afraid of being a Yama-King for only a day?”

Qin Ye looked at the gathering of Yin spirits below with a throbbing headache. What do I do? What should I do now?

There isn’t any holding place for these Yin spirits in Hell. And this is only the first batch of Yin spirits to boot!

“There are a thousand things in Hell that are waiting to be done right now. All incoming Yin spirits must participate in the construction works of Hell. But fret not, as soon as these construction works are done, everyone will be duly rewarded for their labour and time.”

None of the Yin spirits below spoke in the meantime. This was a good omen. Qin Ye heaved a silent sigh of relief, “By rewards, I’m not talking about Hell’s notes. Rather, I’m talking about tangible...