Executed… executed… executed…

The last word spoken by Qin Ye reverberated endlessly throughout the entire city. All of the Yin spirits couldn’t help but gulp nervously. None of them dared to say a single word right now.

They could all sense the palpable murderous intent undergirding Lord Qin’s voice.

“Everyone, you’d do well to bear that in mind. That is the most cardinal rule in Hell.” And then, Qin Ye silently swept his gaze across the entire city for the next thirty seconds, before continuing icily, “You were born a Cathayan, and you die a Cathayan. Loyalty and allegiance to Hell is the only possible way forward.”

He was keenly aware to keep his message short, succinct and as forceful as possible. After all, the more verbose he was, the more watered down his message would become. Thus, he only said what was absolutely necessary.

After sweeping yet another gaze across the citizens of Qufu, he slowly continued, “Secondly. Three months later, Hell will be rolling out a new system of currency. Regardless of what kind of currency you’ve been using before, everything shall be replaced by the new uniform system of paper currency of the new Hell.”

These words instantly caused a stir among the citizens.

“We’re changing a new set of paper currency?” One of the Yin spirits immediately looked up in astonishment, “Then, what about the monies of the past?”

“That’s right… I’ve painstakingly saved up over the last twenty years. Has everything just gone down the drain?” “No way… how can our...