Familiar Foes of the Hall of the Dead and the New King of Hell

The Hallmaster of the Hall of the Dead, Xu Anda, was a middle-aged man who was tall and huge. He kept a beard and his eyes were filled with energy. But on closer look, there was darkness deep inside his pupils, as if there was a deep valley.

In that deep valley, black fog filled the place and there were subtly streaks of black radiances that surged.

Each of these streaks of black radiance seemed to portray a painful look on a person’s face. But although the expressions of the human figures converted from the black radiance looked tormented, they all remained seated on their knees in the black fog, as they clasped their palms, seemingly cultivating a certain manual.

Xu Anda’s back was facing the opening of the pavilion. He looked at the black dragon seat in front of him and remained silent, until someone appeared in the pavilion and greeted him. "Sikong You is here to meet the Hallmaster."

"Oh." Xu Anda turned around and looked at the elder in black.