I want you to die, then you die; I want you to live, then you live. But come here—I don’t want you to live! I want you to become my favorite consort, my Ghost King’s favorite consort—something no female ghost dares to dream of. Gao Liang has already stumbled and gasped, as the阴气 grows heavier and heavier. At this moment, the Ghost King smiles seductively, leaning close to Ying'er and exhaling a cold breath. Just as Ying'er is about to bite her tongue and die, she suddenly feels her body go limp. "Ha! I am the King of the Underworld. The阴气 emanates from my mouth—no one can resist it, can only be at my mercy!" the Ghost King laughs proudly. Ying'er feels utterly weak and helpless. Gao Liang, stumbling and breathless, is frantic. He knows the Ghost King’s阴气 is overwhelming, and with so many ghosts’阴气 converging, a powerful field of阴气 has formed. No matter—my only hope is to break this field of阴气. Otherwise, not only will I fail to save Ying'er, even my own survival will be in vain. "Ah!" Gao Liang pretended to be extremely painful, as though he had lost all control, stumbling forward and crashing directly onto the Ghost King's feet. The Ghost King was unprepared, thinking that Gao Liang was launching an attack, and immediately withdrew his hand that had been unceremoniously resting on Ying'er. "Oh! Ah! Oh my! My head hurts so badly! I'm dizzy! I'm dead! Ghost King, kill me now!" Gao Liang cried out dramatically. His performance was flawless—he rolled wildly across the ground, frantically patting the floor with his hands until they bled. "King! King! Haha! He can't stand our negative energies anymore!" The Bull-Horn Ghost chuckled proudly. "These negative energies have only used three-tenths of their power and he's already like this! Hmph! I've always said—I am the ruler of the Underworld!" The Ghost King puffed out his chest, looking down his nose with complete confidence and pride. "You little ghosts! Disperse! I've already handled this young man quite easily!" At the ghost king's command, countless small spirits immediately dispersed. Only the ghost king, the cow-horn spirit, and the pig-headed spirit remained. "Cow-horn spirit! Pig-headed spirit! Quickly bind Huangliang and drag him to the black room behind!" "Yes, sir!" The cow-horn spirit and the pig-headed spirit then bound Huangliang and dragged him to a dark room within the Underworld. As the multitude of small spirits dispersed, Huangliang felt the ambient阴气 (mildness of the ghostly atmosphere) grow lighter, his head no longer dizzy as before, and his limbs began to regain strength. Yet, being wise, Huangliang did not reveal this improvement. Instead, to distract and calm the ghost king, he pretended to remain unconscious, murmuring continuously: "I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore! You should just cut me down now—don't make me suffer like this! Hurry! Hurry! Cut me! Cut me!" Huangliang performed increasingly impressive feats, and before the ghost king, his performance grew more and more convincing—so convincing that it seemed utterly authentic. The King of Ghosts has one trait: the more you strive to die, the more he refuses to let you die peacefully. He wants to torment you, to watch you suffer until your last breath. Thus, the King of Ghosts sends the Bull-Headed Ghost and the Pig-Headed Ghost to detain Gao Liang and hold him in the Small Black Chamber. The chamber is eerie and oppressive, filled with towering white bones. For ordinary people, entering such a place would surely be enough to send them straight to their graves in terror. Clang! The iron door of the Small Black Chamber swings open, and the two ghosts push Gao Liang inside. Then, the door closes and is secured with a heavy bronze lock. The two young ghosts cheer, turning to Gao Liang, now trapped in the dark chamber, and declare, "You're done! Ha! Once you've entered the Underworld, you'll never make it back!" After the two ghosts depart, Gao Liang, bound tightly by coarse hemp ropes, quietly channels his inner energy. To his surprise, he finds himself unable to loosen the ropes—something he would have easily managed with a simple snap in normal circumstances. There must be a reason. Gao Liang sensed a strong heaviness in the air of this small, dimly lit room. Indeed, the room was filled with white bones. Gao Liang deduced that each white bone represented the accumulated qi of a small ghost—thus explaining why so many had perished here. Though he no longer felt the earlier dizziness, his internal cultivation was now blocked. Gao Liang worked to overcome this obstacle. Ah! A sudden thought struck him—he had learned the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams array at the Shaolin Temple, which should be applicable here. The Eight Trigrams are known to neutralize negative qi. This point was repeatedly emphasized in the Shaolin's "Damo's Easy Tendon and Bone Classic," which explains that the Eight Trigrams can analyze the composition and flow of negative qi, ultimately resolving it. Fortunately, Gao Liang still carried his powerful handheld computer, yet his hands were now bound—what could he do? Just as he was struggling, the iron door of the small room swung open once more. "You all shall die together!" they laughed. "Highlight heard the voice of the pig-headed ghost, then a person was pushed in, crashing to the ground with a loud thud, groaning in pain. The iron door of the small black room was then closed behind him. Though the room was pitch black, this did not impair Highlight's vision at all—his Spirit-Focusing Eyes remained fully functional. He saw the land steward lying still on the ground, breathing heavily. 'Land Steward! Come over! Hurry!' Highlight called out. 'Who is it? Who is it? Who?' The land steward clearly felt afraid, and when he felt the skeleton of a dead ghost in his hands, he cried out in alarm: 'Oh my goodness! Now I'm truly done! Truly done!' 'It's me! Come over! It's me!' Highlight urged. Only then did the land steward realize that Highlight was still inside the small black room, and immediately began to complain at him: 'It's all your fault!' "If you hadn't asked me to come here to the Underworld, I would never have abandoned my post as a land official and risked my life by coming all this way!" High Light turned to the land official and said, "Now, complaining is useless. Let's work together instead. What do you think?" "Hmph! Working together! Please! I've already become a spirit of the Underworld—what can I possibly do now?" the land official sighed, his face full of despair. High Light pointed to something on his own body, and the land official shook his head vigorously, like a windmill, saying, "Right now, I can't even move! Though I'm not bound like you, I feel completely weak—my arms and legs are numb, and I can't even pick up a needle from the ground. How can I possibly do anything?" High Light chuckled and said, "You're capable! Just follow what I say, and that's all!" For the first time, the land official heard the word "OK"—he had no idea what it meant. Immediately widened his eyes, asking Gao Liang, "What's OK and what's not? I simply can't understand. But if I'm helping you, I'd still like to get a fee!" Gao Liang was truly surprised—this landowner expected a fee for his assistance, which meant he had a truly bad conscience. Right away, he said to him, "Alright, if we're not working together, that's fine. I won't push it. After all, we'll both be dying here together!" Upon hearing that Gao Liang intended to die alongside him, the landowner became upset once again.