Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 315 - 157: Great Plague Immortal

"As the saying goes, it’s not about having many diseases, but just being ruthless enough."

"Ruthless disease? What kind of ruthless disease?" asked the ferryman, his muddy eyes swiveling around like a pool of sludge.

"The Heavenly Dao gives me three points of respect. Ruthless or not!" Fan Wubing’s eyes were blazing.

The ferryman was stunned, then burst into laughter, "I think you’re just delusional! But you barely qualify to apply."

Fan Wubing clasped his hands, "May I ask who you are?"

"I am Chen Si! A prison guard on the third layer of the Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison."

The Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison consists of four layers.

From the ground downwards, there are layers one, two, three, and four. Each layer has three prison guards. Prison guards have surnames but no names, given ordinal numbers one, two, three, four, and five.

Previously, that Li Jiu was a guard on the second layer, Wang Shi was a guard on the first layer.

The higher the layer, the more ruthless the prisoners, naturally, the guards are also more ruthless.

Wang Shi was at the second-layer integration, Li Jiu was at the third-layer. Both were in the early stage of integration.

Fan Wubing felt for a moment, at first glance, this Chen Si, was at least at the sixth-layer integration.

This meant there were experts in the Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison!

He thought, "With my current strength, handling a sixth-layer integration shouldn’t be a problem, just depends on the strength of the three prison guards on the fourth layer of the Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison."

Thinking of this, he asked, "Do we have a boss in our prison?"

Chen Si sneered, "’Our prison’? Do you really think you’re in already? Kid, there have been at least eighty or a hundred applicants for the Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison, although most of them don’t have high cultivation, their ruthlessness is way beyond yours. As for a boss? Yes, Zhang Yi is our boss."

"Zhang Yi..." Fan Wubing thought, so that’s the biggest one.

Chen Si was paddling and suddenly turned his head with a wolf-like look, "Kid, do you know what’s the price of failing the application?"

"What?"

Chen Si mocked, "Really came here without knowing anything. I thought your peak Nascent Soul cultivation was a bluff, but it seems real now. Hmph, without that Crown Prince’s recommendation, you wouldn’t even qualify!" He squinted his eyes, his voice sinister, "The price of failure is becoming a prisoner!"

Fan Wubing was about to speak when he suddenly felt a chill at his ankle, turned to look back.

A gray-black hand reached out from beneath a coffin board, grabbing his ankle.

Fan Wubing was shocked, "What is this!"

Chen Si sneered, "A vengeful spirit."

"Vengeful spirit?"

"You dug up someone’s tomb, stole the coffin board to use as a boat, don’t you think they’d hold a grudge?"

It really was a vengeful spirit!

The overwhelming resentment almost condensed the lake water into a gel. That vengeful spirit, initially human-shaped, emerged from the lake surface, soul fire burning in its eye sockets, chilling and terrifying. Next, one after another, vengeful spirits emerged from the lake surface, forming an unbroken line, surprisingly numbering over a hundred! The blazing soul fire gathered, making the temperature plummet, dense clouds filled the sky. The lake water completely "froze," and the boat made of coffin boards naturally couldn’t move.

"How can there be so many!"

Chen Si had already disappeared without a trace at some point, leaving only one sentence, "Who says a coffin can only hold one person?"

Standing on the coffin board frozen by resentment, Fan Wubing looked at the group of spirits, squinting, "You’re dead, just stay quiet."

The center of Zhezhu Lake.

Chen Si took a step from the lake surface onto Soul Capturing Island, where Qi Wu, as white as burnt bone, asked, "How was it?"

Chen Si waved his hand, "Too healthy, a waste of time."

Qi Wu floated as if made of paper, "But he was recommended by the Crown Prince."

Chen Si sneered, "As if the Crown Prince’s hand can reach the Abyssal Prison? Bringing someone so healthy here, is he looking down on the Abyssal Prison, or intentionally sending that kid to his death? Do you know what his cultivation is?"

"Peak of Divinity Splitting?" Qi Wu’s vermillion dotted eyes rolled around.

Chen Si shook his head.

"Late stage?"

Shake.

"It can’t be the middle stage!"

Chen Si spat, "Divinity Splitting? Nascent Soul! Damn it. Not only is he healthy, he’s only at the peak of Nascent Soul phase. His aura is so clean it makes me uncomfortable, makes me want to vomit last night’s meal."

Qi Wu’s already pale face turned even whiter, "Is the Crown Prince deliberately mocking us?"

"Damn it! That bastard of a Crown Prince, borrowing Li Jiu and Wang Shi to kill them, and then bringing someone like this to fool us." Chen Si clenched his teeth, "Truly unforgivable!"

At this moment, a woman as skinny as skin and bones walked out. She looked about thirty-five years old but was truly just skin and bones, the flesh on her skeletal structure couldn’t even make a single dish, yet her skin was taut.

Seeing her come over, both Chen Si and Qi Wu stood respectfully, "Third Sister."

Qin San smiled, her sunken eye sockets made her eyes surprisingly captivating, as if stars had fallen into an earthly lake, "Let’s not gossip about the Crown Prince."

Chen Si slapped his thigh in frustration, "Third Sister, don’t blame me for gossiping, but that recommended kid is too healthy, clearly a provocation! Does the Crown Prince of Great Li not know what kind of people we want in the Abyssal Prison?"

Qin San slightly lowered her eyelids. Judging by her eyes, she seemed like a rare beauty, "The Crown Prince wouldn’t act recklessly."

Chen Si turned away, "I don’t believe that kid can—"

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Wu suddenly let out a scream, his paper-like body almost fell into the lake, "Look over there!"

All three of them looked towards Zhezhu Lake.

Ahead, Fan Wubing was wading through the water, his toes creating ripples, walking with the grace and poise of a waterbird. Behind him, one hundred seventy-two gray-black vengeful spirits marched in formation. Obediently following, not daring to let the soul fire in their eye sockets flicker excessively, while twelve vengeful spirits lifted a coffin board over their heads.