C197 Only Death Can Do It

There was no day in the Underworld, only a dark night with ghostly fire drifting in the air, either blue or red. It wasn't as terrifying as people described it to be, but it had a different sense of beauty.

"Qingqing, I miss you so much. You haven't come to the Underworld to see me for so long." A small ball of red ghostly fire floated in front of him, turning into a child that reached his waist