Zhang Jiuyang couldn't remember how long he'd been dead. He only remembered that when he came to, he was wandering like a lost soul across a sunless wasteland, surrounded by listless spirits.
Zhang Jiuyang assumed this was the underworld, the same place he'd heard about as a child—where people go after they die.
Yet, despite walking for a long time, he had encountered no cities—only other vacant souls.
There was no Three Lives Stone, no Yellow Springs Road, no Naihe Bridge, and no Meng Po Soup.
He didn't even see any Other Shore Flowers, much less the Yin Cha.
There was nothing.
This made Zhang Jiuyang wonder, 'Is this really the underworld?'
'Is this the road to Hell?'
'Or have the times changed, and they just call it something else now?'
Zhang Jiuyang kept walking, following the horde of listless souls. He felt no hunger, yet his impatience and loneliness grew with every step.
