Word Number：154 Author：玲珑雨昕 Translator： Release Time：2025-09-11

　　Upon hearing the words "Gate of Hell," En gong's head nearly exploded. The mere mention of these three words is enough to strike fear into anyone's heart. His face was already drenched in cold sweat. Ever since he was young, his irresponsible father would use the specter of little ghosts from the Gate of Hell, who specifically capture children, to scare him whenever he got mischievous. This had left a deep psychological scar on En gong, and now he was finally about to confront it firsthand.　　"But it seems like you and my brothers and I have a special connection."　　"I'll make an exception and help you out."　　"I'll directly use magical voice transmission to allow you to communicate with them through your thoughts."　　Xie Bian, looking at En gong's tense face, said.　　"But then won't they find out about the things of the Underworld?"　　En gong, still in a state of nervousness, wi