陈平安点点头，juvenile face still full of doubts, "But Grandpa, why are we here? Is this... is this the underworld?" The old man, with scars like cold metal under the sun's rays, chuckled, a sound sharp as a blade scraping stone. "Underworld? Foolish boy, this is just a small town named Dongfang. Can a place so small be called the underworld?" He stretched and yawned, his gap-toothed grin widening. "It's good to be back on earth, isn't it?" The younger man swallowed hard and whispered, "But, Grandpa, what about... what about the news of you being a centennial old demon?"

The old man waved a dismissive hand, the one without a limb, as if shooing away flies. "Become an old demon? That's just some ignorant gossips talking out of their buttocks. Who knows when those rumors started? Maybe it was because I helped too many people. You know, doing good deeds can get you into trouble sometimes." He leaned closer and whispered, "But relax, kid. The underworld is overrated. The阎王 is busy most of the time, so he usually doesn't care about us lowly souls. We have more room to breathe here."