"I want to ask, is this Art the father of Abel and Alina? And this one, are you their mother?"

The sudden sound startled the two men. They turned back quickly but did not make any attacking moves. Having been in the underworld for too long, their fighting spirit had long been worn out. According to their understanding, in the underworld, no one could hurt others, because unless everyone was willing to give up everything and be worn down into a pale soul, they would not be harmed and would not feel any pain.

"Who are you?"

The female Lunalia looked at the person in front of her. The flames frightened her. Even when the Lunalia were alive, they could not control the flames to such an extent. Even a dead person like her could feel how terrifying the energy in those flames was. However, they were like obedient puppies, quietly crawling beside the woman.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Rose Lily, female, a demon, 59 years old, married, with a lovely daughter, and several adopted daughters and sons. I am also one of the leaders of the Beasts Pirates. Abel and Alina serve in my pirate group, codenamed Jin and Dai respectively."

Needless to say, the person who came was naturally Lily. Ever since she discovered a possible way to bring the dead back to the real world, she has been looking for suitable candidates in the underworld. At the same time, she has never given up looking for information about Jin and Dai's families. So many Lunaria people have deep hatred for the World Government. Logically, they should not have all their edges smoothed out and entered reincarnation. Sure enough, it was true. Lily finally found where they were.

Strangely enough, people who enter the underworld will come to the place they miss most in their lifetime, or the place where they have lived the longest, or appear next to their deceased relatives, and the underworld will also generate the terrain of the place they miss most. For example, Roger misses the time of sailing the most, so his place in the underworld is the Oro Jackson. Lu Jiu misses Roger the most, so she appears next to Roger after her death.

What the Lunalia people long for most is the free life they had in the tribe. Naturally, they will return to this place that looks very similar to their tribe. People who come after them, whether they long for their fellow tribesmen or for the tribe, will come here one after another.

Perhaps this is the last mercy of the underworld, allowing people to see their loved ones or the place they miss the most after death. This can also be said to be a different kind of romance.

"Abel and Alina are at your place! How are they? Are they doing well? How old are they? Does Alina still cry into her pillow at night? Does Abel still wet the bed accidentally and want to lick it clean himself?"

Upon hearing Lily's words, the female Lunalia, who had been somewhat alert, suddenly rushed over and shouted, but the words she said made Lily freeze in place.

Dai secretly crying in bed? Jin licking the bed with his tongue for fear of being discovered after wetting it? No, no, these things cannot be told to anyone, otherwise these two people will probably commit suicide on the spot out of shame and anger.

"They are all fine. They are all grown up and in their 40s. You should calm down a little."

Lily grabbed the female Lunalia who was rushing towards her and said that the other party was just a ghost after death, so it was impossible for her to compete with Lily in strength. Even the flames behind them were fake.

"I'm sorry, Irene is a little too excited. I am the 24th chief of the Lunaria tribe. My name is Sieg. Respected Ms. Lily, if you don't mind, please come and sit in the room."

The old patriarch Sieg stepped forward and tapped Irene's arm with the crutch in his hand, signaling her to let go. Lily gave him an unusual feeling. Just being close to Lily made him feel the long-lost feeling of being alive. The other party was definitely not an ordinary person. No, it should be said that a person who could go to the underworld alive could not be an ordinary person no matter how you think about it. As for why he knew that the other party was a living person, it was very simple.

As a race born with the ability to fly, the Lunalia did not lose this ability even in the underworld, and some of their people would go out to take a look. For example, the old clan leader Sieg had been out more than once and had seen many dead people. They were of all kinds, and there were even some celestial dragons among them. Without exception, these people had a look of death on their faces, and they were definitely not as lively as Lily in front of him.

"Of course, it is better to obey than to be respectful."

Lily was originally looking for them. Since they invited her, it was impossible for Lily to refuse. She was not afraid of any traps here. In the underworld, her strength had been greatly enhanced. It could be said that this was her home ground.

"Erin, go call Art, no, call everyone. Ms. Lily, please come with me first. There is nothing in this underworld. I am really sorry."

Said the old patriarch Zieg.

"It doesn't matter. I know the situation in the underworld very well."

Lily waved her hand and said, while Irene had already run to call for people. Soon after Lily followed Sieg to a large tent, Irene ran over with a group of Lunalia people. One of them looked like a replica of Jhin. If it weren't for the hairstyle and the tattoos on his face, Lily would have thought this was Jhin. However, seeing that this person was turning pale all over, it seemed as if he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

"This is Art, Irene's husband and Abel and Alina's father. He has always been worried about the two children, but recently he found that Abel and Alina have not shown up, which caused him to relax a little. As a result, he was worn out a bit and became like this."

Before everyone arrived, Sieg had already talked with Lily for a while and knew that Lily was very familiar with the underworld, so he did not explain some minor issues.

"I see."

Lily nodded and looked at the light in the other's eyes. She knew that if she didn't come, it wouldn't be long before this Arte would enter reincarnation.

At this moment, a lot of people crowded into the tent. This lively atmosphere did not seem like what the underworld should be like. But think about it, the entire race died, with only two left, and now someone brought news of these two, so it seemed understandable that there was such a grand occasion.

"Everyone, don't scare our distinguished guests. Please sit down. I just talked to the guest for a while. She is not in a hurry to leave and has time to answer our questions. Also, Abel and Alina are both healthy, don't worry."

The old patriarch Sieg was still very prestigious. His words immediately made the messy scene orderly. Everyone sat on the ground. Among them, Irene and Art were pushed to the front. Several people who looked somewhat similar to Jhin and Daisy were also pushed to the front. Obviously, these people were also relatives of Jhin and Daisy.

"Is everyone here?"

Lily asked Sieg.

"Well, everyone is here. There are four hundred and fifty-one people in total. That's all."

The old patriarch Zigg could tell how many people were present at a glance, and nodded and said.

"Very good. Before I start asking questions, I will give you a little gift."

As Lily spoke, the wings behind her stretched out and began to grow huge, almost covering the entire tent. The scarlet wings hung over everyone's heads like a canopy of heaven. The next moment, the wings trembled gently, and the scarlet flames fell like snowflakes, landing on everyone.

"call--"

An exhalation sound was heard, and then everyone was surprised to find that they were actually breathing. The dead do not need to breathe. Perhaps some people will breathe out of habit, but because they do not inhale, there will be no sound. But now it is different, they are really breathing.

"I am breathing?" "I am breathing too!" "It's true! I can hear my heartbeat." "It's hot! That flame is hot, try my flame!"

There were exclamations one after another, including from the old patriarch Sieg, who clenched his own hands tightly, feeling the strength in his hands and the pain of his nails piercing his flesh, and shed a tear of joy.