Those who fell screamed, but their scream was swallowed by the rushing water sound all around them. The air was filled with a putrid, rotten smell that invaded their noses, making it difficult to breathe.
Xie Jianyu opened his eyes wide when he realized that they were being washed away by a torrent of blood and not water.
The human beings fell hard against a rocky surface one by one like broken dolls. Groaning from pain, they all peeled themselves from the ground.
The two princes barely recovered from the unexpected fall when two pairs of strong hands pulled them to their feet.
The bright red sun stung their eyes, making them close their eyes abruptly.
"Another for the Fourth Demon King!" the demon that captured Zhang Fengxi shouted as he took the entrance ticket away.
"Third Demon King here!"
Zhang Fengxi and Xie Jianyu exchanged brief glances before they were hauled in different directions, heading for their specific Demon King’s territories.
Zhang Fengxi saw a smaller demon with a lot of lists in his hand. He was busy adding one tick for every human being that came into the Demonic Realm.
"Excuse me, I want to see the Fourth Demon King," a desperate-sounding elder man said with a trembling voice.
The demon in charge laughed as he chained the elder man’s hands and feet together.
"You will meet the Demon King soon enough, but I fear that you don’t have much to offer. You are old and useless."
The elder man looked like he was about to cry.
"My son died a week ago. I heard that the Fourth Demon King can help..."
Zhang Fengxi closed his eyes.
Not all human beings who came into the Demonic Realm had impure motives. Some of them fell prey to false promises that were spread by demonic cultivators. Most of them lost their souls and were trapped in the Demonic Realm forever.
Zhang Fengxi was ushered toward the Fourth Demon King’s territory. The Fourth Demon King was the Demon King who masterminded the attack on the Human Realm last time. The good news was that he was pretty excitable. The bad news was that his relationship with the First Demon King was not too good.
It would be difficult to search for ways to smuggle himself to the First Demon King’s territory.
Hopefully, Xie Jianyu had better luck in this aspect. They had agreed to meet in three Demonic Realm’s days at the First Demon King’s Manor. Three days should be enough to seek ways to escape.
Zhang Fengxi, the elder man, and a bunch of other human beings walked for a long time before they arrived at a mighty gate. The number 4 was engraved roughly on top of the gate.
"Move, move, go inside now!"
Some human beings were more excited than others.
"Finally, the Fourth Demon King!"
"Oh, how long I have waited for this time to come...!"
"How do I start cultivating demonic art? Can someone tell me?"
Only Zhang Fengxi and the elder men did not look very happy with the prospect. Nevertheless, they had no other choice but to move with the others.
They were made to line up in front of a long line. At the end of the line was a demon with pointy ears and big eyes. Sitting on a high chair, he had a stack of documents in front of him.
Before long, it was Zhang Fengxi’s turn.
"Name?"
"Dong Wuhan," Zhang Fengxi answered.
"Origin?"
"The Kun Village."
"Why are you here?"
"I want to work for the Fourth Demon King."
The demon looked at Dong Wuhan’s disheveled appearance and scoffed.
"Do you think that our Demon King is the king of beggars? Have you no mirror at your house?"
Zhang Fengxi tried his best to charm by using Dong Wuhan’s looks.
"If you send me to the Demon Lord Guo Jun’s station, I will put in a good word for you."
The demon gaped at him in shock, his quill hanging in the air and dripping ink to the stack of paper beneath.
Cursing under his breath, he quickly dabbed at the ink spots with his ragged sleeve.
"You actually know Guo Jun’s name," he licked his lips while stealing glances at Zhang Fengxi. "You know what? I will send you to him. If you lie, he is going to roast you over an open fire and eat you, hahahahaha!!!"
The human beings behind Zhang Fengxi shivered from fear, but Zhang Fengxi maintained a confident smile.
"Thank you, Inspector Yang Chun."
Inspector Yang Chun, the demon who manned the registration desk, widened his eyes in surprise.
"You know my name???"
Zhang Fengxi laughed.
Of course he knew. In his past life, he infiltrated the lair of the Fourth Demon King to avenge his father.
"How creepy," the demon muttered. "Go, go. I don’t want to see you here."
The demon wrote a few lines on a piece of paper and handed it to Zhang Fengxi.
Zhang Fengxi took the piece of paper and headed to Guo Jun’s station.
Demon Lord Guo Jun was the weakest of all Demon Lords under the Fourth Demon King. Although he worked very hard to please his master, his intelligence could not keep up and often became a stumbling block in his path.
This time, Zhang Fengxi was going to help him impress the Fourth Demon King.
Due to his disheveled appearance, no one was suspicious to see him at Guo Jun’s station. As the weakest Demon Lord, Guo Jun often only managed to get the weak and useless human beings that no one else wanted.
The elder man who stood in line behind Zhang Fengxi also ended up being assigned to Guo Jun.
"My son," he kept murmuring. "My son..."
The sight of a father who worried about his son pricked Zhang Fengxi’s heart. He could not help but recall his baby son who slipped through his hands so easily in his previous life.
Oh, what he would do to save the little babe.
"Old man, come with me," Zhang Fengxi said. "I am going to help you out."