Yu Mengzhou said: "You have to help me."
The weaver's laughter stopped: "Huh?"
"You have to help me!" Yu Mengzhou rushed forward, grabbed the collar of the hooded man and shook him, "I can't stay here, I have to go back, things can't go on like this!"
The Weaver's eyes were about to fall out from his eyes because of his dazzling presence. Even though Yu Mengzhou had no intention of hurting him, the burning sensation of being in such close contact with an innocent soul still made him feel suffocated.
"Wait, wait, wait!" The Weaver struggled. "How can I help you? What can I do to help you?"
Yu Mengzhou stared at him, "You have been hiding in my memory for so many years. Even if you are a cockroach, you should pay the rent, right? I have to go back. You are a demon. Is there no other way? For example, let me revive my body?"
"Are you kidding me?" the Weaver shouted. "Your body has long been burned to ashes by Angra's poison. Where can I find a body to revive you?"
"Then think of another way!" Yu Mengzhou also shouted after him, "Think of another way to let me go back!"
The Weaver had no choice but to surrender. If he continued to sway like this, his fate would not be much better than that of Angra.
"Okay, okay! It's not that there is no other way. Just let go first and listen to me!" The big devil tried to save his collar humbly and aggrievedly, and finally let Yu Mengzhou let go of him.
"—you can go to hell." After taking a breath, the Weaver said seriously.
Yu Mengzhou's fists slowly clenched.
"I'm not joking with you!" The Weaver said hurriedly, "You died, and now you are in the state of a soul, so you can either go up to the flawless world, or go down to the hell where the demons live. But because you are an innocent person, and you killed Angra single-handedly, any blind demon who wants to pull your soul down will probably be hit by a hundred thousand lightning and fire, so you have to voluntarily fall into the devil's realm."
"Then?" Yu Mengzhou asked suspiciously, temporarily relaxing his fist.
"Then, when a human soul falls into the Demon Realm, it will not turn into its original appearance at first, but will be compressed by the Demon Realm's energy into a sinful form, which we often call a terrifying little demon. After dozens or hundreds of years, when the terrifying little demon eats enough other monsters, it will begin to change and have the qualifications to regain its own appearance and memory..."
Yu Mengzhou clenched his fists again.
"You're telling me that not only are you going to turn me into a disgusting version of a Pokémon, but you're going to make me wait decades before I can turn back into a human?"
The weaver grunted and didn't dare to nod.
"We can discuss this..." The Weaver hesitated, "Or, I can take you directly to the capital. Even if you are in the form of a frightened little demon, the emperor will immediately infuse you with magic power and turn you into a human form. How about that!"
"I want to face it directly in human form," Yu Mengzhou said slowly, "Do you understand?"
The weaver was stunned for a moment and could not help but stand in awe.
Not only did he overthrow the first prince, but did this human want to overthrow the second legitimate monarch of Hell for the sake of justice? My goodness, this is the god of war sent by the angels.
"Then where is your magic power?" Yu Mengzhou said suddenly, "Can't you give me your magic power so that I can transform into a human form in an instant?"