Chapter 720: Crocodile

Blood blood blood blood blood blood……Blood-Hair Ji ！！！

Seeing the red-haired beauty before him, her nose slightly wrinkled, and recognizing her identity through her brilliant crimson hair and the boundless sea of souls behind her, the crocodile god, caught at his own doorstep, froze solid.

Director of the Clean-Up Bureau's Virgin Division, the most brutal executioner in history, who wiped out the entire Eastern Karlev Kingdom and personally sent 129 million souls to the path of no return—the God of Killing!

After the rebellion of the Clean-Up Bureau's Ophiuchus Division exploded, the Death-Omen Crows nesting at the entrance to the Underworld took flight—over 129 million of them—countless jet-black feathers swirling through the air, weaving a vast curtain of death that completely obscured the sky of the Underworld.

At that time, looking up at the sky, even the sun was invisible—only a dark, sprawling fog stretching for dozens of miles, and within it, countless pairs of crimson dots—the eyes of 129 million Death-Omen Crows!

Over 129 million of them!

Whenever he recalled those sky-blocking crows with red eyes, and the flood of souls surging into the Underworld like a tidal wave after the Death-Omen Crows flew deep inside, the crocodile god's soul would tremble uncontrollably.

This seemingly gentle red-haired woman before him had sent 130 million souls into the Underworld in just over two minutes, blocking the "Path of No Return," which had flowed unimpeded for countless years.

Even though the rulers of the Underworld, noticing the anomaly of the Death-Omen Crows, acted at once to ease the pressure, it was still like trying to stop a flood with a cup of water—hundreds of thousands of souls were crushed off the Path every second, tumbling down into the Yellow Springs River below.

By the final half-minute, not only had the Path of No Return completely halted, but even the Yellow Springs River was clogged by the falling souls—its waters, with nowhere to go, reversed and flooded, carving out a vast, muddy swamp hundreds of li wide near the entrance to the Underworld.

And that swamp, born from that flood, was precisely where he now lived…

Looking at the massive cavern at the center of the muddy swamp, the unlucky crocodile god, facing the red-haired woman who had "built his house" for him, felt his eyes well up—large, tearful drops rolled down his face in overwhelming gratitude.

So that "accomplice" guarding the Underworld was you!

No wonder that Old Lander pretended not to see me—if Blood-Hair Ji was guarding the Underworld, he didn't need to lift a finger; I'd be dead the moment I returned!

…

Why are you crying?

Watching the crocodile god burst into tears the moment he was caught, without even speaking, the red-haired director blinked in surprise, then unceremoniously tossed her toothbrush into the Yellow Springs and marched over, frowning.

"Tell me—where did you come back from? What happened to Emma and the others?"

"They… they're fine…"

"You're lying!"

After slightly wrinkling her nose, the red-haired director's fox-like eyes narrowed; the hair cocoon binding the crocodile god dimmed slightly, shifting from bright crimson to the dark red of venous blood, tightening inward and sinking deep into its carapace.

"Tell the truth! Don't think you're a god of the Underworld and I won't dare touch you!"

Smelling the scent of the Goddess of Wealth and the overwhelming stench of blood on the crocodile god, the red-haired director, worried for Li Ang and the others, had finally lost her temper.

According to her assigned missions, Emma was sent to eradicate the Scale-Gold Cult, while Li Ang was to ambush the sky-ship—no matter how you looked at it, their auras shouldn't have appeared together; the only possibility was that Emma had been ambushed by the Scale-Gold Cult, possibly even by the Goddess of Wealth herself.

After completing his mission and returning to the Bureau to report, Li Ang received Emma's distress signal, and was dragged off by Tang Mu… No—he dragged Tang Mu to rescue her, and directly confronted the Goddess of Wealth!

Although I've been guarding the Path of No Return and didn't see their souls enter the Underworld, meaning they might not yet be dead, given the opponent is the Goddess of Wealth, I can't rule out they've already met their end.

If Emma and Li Ang were lost because of the missions I assigned…

Thinking of this, the red-haired director's impatience surged—her grip tightened slightly; countless fine, razor-sharp hairs pierced the crocodile god's carapace, sinking deep into its flesh. "Stop! I'll talk! I'll talk!"

Sensing the spreading blood scent from the dark red hairs, the crocodile god, still shedding tears, startled and stammered out everything it had seen.

As it spoke incoherently, the red-haired director's anxiety slowly faded, replaced by deep confusion.

Li Ang nearly killed the Goddess of Wealth?

And he's from the Old Land? Infiltrating the Clean-Up Bureau with ill intent?

Then, caught in a trap by the Goddess of Wealth, he had no choice but to agree to a temporary alliance to hide his identity?

What the hell is this?

…

"Everything I said is true!"

Sensing that Blood-Hair Ji wasn't allied with the "Old Lander," the crocodile god, reigniting hope for survival, feared this killer might turn him into sashimi if displeased, and hastily swore:

"I swear by the Great Death—I saw it all with my own eyes! No lies!

And after he revived that male Clean-Up officer, he told the truth according to his agreement with the Goddess of Wealth—by then, the Goddess had already left; why would he lie then?"

Not necessarily.

Recalling Li Ang and Emma's shared caution, the red-haired director frowned.

Given Li Ang's insecure nature, his silence toward Tang Mu was likely because he feared the Goddess of Wealth hadn't left yet—his "revelation" might trigger new trouble, so he chose to withhold it.

After all, although that black goat's soul-vision was sharp, it couldn't guarantee accuracy against a true god who could disguise their soul—the crocodile god's successful feigned death proved that; Li Ang's decision to conceal it was perfectly reasonable.

As for the trump card that negated the Goddess of Wealth's power—it must have been that time he got drunk on the wine given by the Bull Director; even my 【Blood-Execution Hair】 had turned to smoke then, so it was normal the Goddess couldn't harm him.

If I'm right, Li Ang probably scared off the Goddess of Wealth with some bluff—and that "Old Lander" identity? Pure nonsense… hmm…

Or maybe not entirely nonsense?

Thinking of all the secrets Li Ang carried, the red-haired director hesitated slightly.

Though I know Li Ang isn't the type to plot treachery, there are too many strange things about him—even if he means no harm, it's better to check him thoroughly, lest he's been deceived by some bizarre entity.

I'm already in the Underworld, and nothing can hide its true nature here—why not just bring Li Ang and the others down and examine them properly?

(End of Chapter)