Creating Your Own Era
the world of the dead

“Walk faster!”

“You're dead and a ghost. Faster!"

“You are a prince? you rule over tens of millions of citizens and thirty thousand armored horsemen? In the Netherworld Kingdom, you human princes are nothing!”

Ctaz!

Ctaz!

A tall and strong-looking demon warrior, his face cruel, growled furiously as he whipped her repeatedly. The whip struck like lightning, attacking the bodies of the souls of the dead. He struck the ghost who had arrogantly declared that he was a prince a few dozen times, only stopping when the ghostly soul was about to disappear.

“I should have died. So that means...this is the Netherworld Kingdom?” Lou Rong appeared out of nowhere. He could not help but stare curiously in an unfamiliar environment. When he heard the prince's arrogant boast, Lou Rong couldn't help but feel suspicious; “Ten million citizens? Thirty thousand armored horsemen? On modern Earth, where would one find thirty thousand armored horsemen?”

"Faster!" The large, glowing minotaur demon warrior looked at Lou Rong and neighed.

Lou Rong followed the other group.

Countless men in white clothes formed a line, like long dragon meandering, as they slowly moved forward. At the end of each line, more people in white clothes suddenly appeared. Some of these white-clothed people would shake their heads and sigh. Some will cry. Some will brag and curse. Some will look at wonder.

“My father is the Demon King of Snowy Mountain. How dare you attack me! I'm gonna eat you! Grr!”

“Stop hitting me!”

"Aah!"

The ghosts who had just reached the Netherworld Kingdom did not know that they were dead. Many of them roared furiously as they were beaten, but quickly, they were beaten to the point of understanding. No matter how glorious they were in the past, in death, they now had nothing.

......

Time passes quickly. Lou Rong walked for a very long time in that endless row of ghosts. He did not dare to say anything. If he spoke, he might be whipped by that minotaur. He had been walking in a daze for a long time. Fortunately, ghosts are neither hungry nor thirsty.

One day, after a long walk in confusion.

"Lou Rong!" A rumbling sound seemed to echo in the world. Countless ghosts all raised their heads to stare at the sky. Lou Rong looked at the sky as well. From the horizon, huge black clouds began to roll up, and on top of those clouds was a gigantic minotaur deity shining with a black light.

This enormous minotaur god was over a thousand meters tall. He's like a big mountain. The black cloud he was in quickly flew over from the horizon.

"Lou Rong." On top of that huge black cloud, the minotaur god gazed down, his eyes emitting a high golden radiance, covering the entire area below and illuminating Lou Rong's body, who stood there like an idiot.

The radiant light from the minotaur god's eyes wrapped around Lou Rong's body, and Lou Rong disappeared from within the phantom ranks. Those ordinary minotaur warriors were all silent, no one dared to make a sound. All the ghosts are in shock. Only after a long time did they recover.

......

Inside the boundless black clouds, a gigantic minotaur god stood up.

He stretched out his hand, and on top of his palm was a small dot. Lou Rong's.

The god.?

An enormous minotaur god was standing in front of him, and he was standing on his palm?

"Lou Rong." The minotaur god glanced at the small spot in his hand.

"I came at the behest of Palace Master Cui to come take you." The minotaur god spoke to the small dot in his hand, and then with a wave of his hand, Lou Rong was placed in an empty area . The minotaur god then raised his black clouds and quickly disappeared in the sky.

......

The Fengdu City in the Ghost World.

In the quiet study room, there was a bookcase and table next to it. A man in blue robes was flipping through a book.

Lou Rong stood in front of him.

"Why does Palace Master Cui want to see me?" Lou Rong wondered. He had no idea who this 'Master of Cui Palace' was and had never met him. He's just an ordinary guy. How could he possibly know a god? If he had a strong background, then he would not be tormented by his illness all his life. So why did Palace Master Cui send the minotaur god to bring him here?

“He called me, but then he didn't speak to me.” Lou Rong glanced around the room.

the room is very simple. The only decoration is a painting.

"That's ..." Lou rong looked at it carefully. This is a painting of a girl. Her hairy clothes were filled with natural elegance, and the smiles on her lips were even more mysterious than those on the Buddhas in the temples on Earth. In the blink of an eye, Lou Rong became enamored of studying the painting. The woman in this painting, in terms of appearance or hair or clothing, is very alluring.

"Oh?" The blue-robed man raised his head and glanced at him, glancing at the painting in surprise. "I didn't expect him to have such perception power."

"Wake up!" The blue-robed man shouted softly.

The world of empty contemplation that Lou Rong had just experienced was completely shattered, and she had completely awakened. Only now did he remember that he was at Palace Master Cui's place.

mr. Cui had closed his book and looked at him. Lou Rong's expression instantly changed. This was because from his current position, he could see the words in the hands of mister Cui: "Book of Life and Death."

master Cui is reading the Book of Life and Death?

"I just read about your life." Mr. Cui smiled towards Lou Rong.

Lou Rong was surprised.

Her life?

His previous life appeared in his mind like a dream. His father was a leading researcher in the bioscience program. His salary is very high. His mother was an ordinary teacher. Her life should have been amazing ever since she was born into such a family, but unfortunately, she was suffering from a mysterious illness. All the doctors said that it would be a miracle if he could live to fifteen or sixteen years.

Therefore, he could not go to school, nor could he play around with his friends. Every day, just by walking for half an hour, he would feel exhausted. His weak body, constantly tormented by illness, caused his childhood to be very lonely. She had long heard in the hospital that others were discussing how she would die in her teens. The frightening feeling, such as knowing your imminent death had tormented his childhood, causing him to become even more loner.

Seriate..