Shen Qingqiu turned around, the shadows of the underground casting a dark pallor on his elegant face. "Keep in mind, God of Spring," he heeded, voice low. "To avoid eating or drinking anything from the Underworld, lest you shall be tied here for the rest of eternity."
He turned back around to observe the maelstrom of incoming souls from the surface, only to hear an odd, distinct crunching noise.
Whirling back around for the second time, he saw Luo Binghe, Son of the Heavens and God of the Springtime, on his hands and knees, burying his face on top of the cold, hard ground and digging his teeth in to munch at the gravel.