Eternal Tranquility

The underworld has always been eerie and terrifying. There is no distinction between day and night here. The sky is extremely dark all year round. The rich ghost energy condenses into clouds. If a mortal with no cultivation comes here and is not protected, it will not take long for him to die. Corroded by ghostly energy, he turned into a zombie without consciousness.

Liu Qinghuan passed through the city gate and prepared to go to Huangquan Restaurant on West Street to attend Fan Guichai's invitation. When passing through an alley that backs onto the street, I suddenly felt soft under my feet, but I accidentally stepped on a dead soul lying in the corner.

The dead soul made a vague murmur, but like an exposed corpse in the wilderness, it didn't bother to move even if its head was stepped on.

Liu Qinghuan ignored him and turned the corner of the street leisurely. What came into view was a strange scene that could only be seen in Fengdu City, the underworld.

Terrifying demons and ghosts are seen wandering through the streets. Ghosts who are not on duty sit lazily in wine shops and tea shops chatting. On the roadside, there are also dead souls who are kind and virtuous and only wait until the time comes to reincarnate. Hanging out.

If it were not for these anomalies, Fengdu City would not be much different from any other human capital.

There are many houses, criss-crossed streets, and many shops on both sides of the streets. However, the items sold are much weirder and weirder, highlighting the fact that this place is a ghost town.

Sacrificial offerings such as incense, candles, and paper money are still commonplace, and magical weapons such as swords, hooks, and forks are also understandable. After all, they are used by ghosts on errands. But the dead souls don't need to eat, and there are still many tea shops and wine shops in the city.

In addition, there are soul-reviving elixirs, Yang-returning herbs, talismans with the words "One Day on Earth" written on them, dream-enhancing elixirs that can be used to communicate with living relatives, etc., which are simply eye-opening.

It had been several months since he came to the underworld, and Liu Qinghuan had visited Fengdu City several times. He was already familiar with the surrounding scenery, so he walked forward without squinting, paying no attention to the prying eyes that followed him.

This dead city had probably not seen a breathing person alive for many years. No matter where he went, he seemed to be a bright light in the dark night, and it was difficult not to attract attention. It's just that those ghosts and ghosts didn't dare to provoke him after seeing his ghost sign.

Huangquan Restaurant is a small building that seems to collapse at any time. Liu Qinghuan walked through the store on the first floor and walked to the second floor. He saw several ghosts by the window at a glance.

"Brother Liu, here." Fan Guichai raised his hand: "You're late, you'll be fined three cups first!"

Liu Qinghuan glanced at a few people. Except for Fan Gui Cha, whom he was familiar with, the others were all Gui Cha who he had met in the past few months and worked in various departments of the underworld.

He smiled casually, took the wine glass and drank. The blood-red wine was cold in the mouth, but it had a spicy and explosive taste that was different from the human world.

"Tsk! This punishment must have hit Brother Liu's heart."

The person sitting next to Fan Gui Cha, who was on duty at the Samsara Pond, stared at the wine glass in his hand with distress: "It takes thirty merit points to exchange for a bottle of the wine of life and death, so I mean to punish you by one glass." That’s it.”

"That won't work." Liu Qinghuan poured another glass and said with a smile: "I only got two points of merit in one day at the evil mirror platform, and only sixty points in one month. Although I can still hold on to suppressing a troublesome evil spirit, I can't help it. I'm still very shy. Now that I have the opportunity to drink with you, I have to let go and drink, hahaha!"

Speaking of which, no matter what you buy in this underworld, you have to exchange it for merit points, and the spiritual stones are completely useless here, which leaves Liu Qinghuan, who originally had a rich family, helpless.

A white-flour steamed bun that can only be seen but not eaten requires two points of merit, and a bottle of morning and evening wine costs thirty points of merit. Liu Qinghuan was originally interested in Fan Guichai's relics from the fairy world, but after knowing the prices here, he felt that he had been deceived. , even with the little salary from the Nie Jingtai Document, I don’t know when and what month I was able to save enough merit points to buy immortal things.

The errands in the underworld are boring but arduous, and they face countless ghosts every day, so it is rare to get together for a drink.

One of the ghost servants who was in charge of the torture of cannons in the Infernal Hell came over to chat with him: "Brother Liu, since you came here, we have saved a lot of trouble. I heard that the dead soul in my hand now was the one who died when I was alive." Emperor's?"

Liu Qinghuan recalled: "There was such a person. He had a perverse temperament. He killed countless people in the process of seizing the throne. After he came to power, he was cruel and stupid, making the people miserable. When he arrived at the Evil Mirror Stage, relying on the true dragon's spirit that had not yet dissipated, he was still It gave me a little trouble.”

The ghost said with a smile: "No matter how vicious he is, he won't be able to make any waste in Brother Liu's hands."

"That's not necessarily the case." Liu Qinghuan said: "I recently discovered that these fierce souls should not be underestimated. Most of them have some origins. If you underestimate them, you may capsize in the gutter."

"Hahaha, I don't believe this. Brother Liu, aren't you a great monk in the human world? What do a few mortal souls have to fear? How can we be like us, although we are ghosts, but like the dead souls under our men, we are detained in the underworld for a long time, without freedom. ”

There was a hint of jealousy in these words. Liu Qinghuan said lightly: "Brother Fang, why should you belittle yourself? You can cultivate like me. With your qualifications in the underworld, you can go straight to the immortal world. Isn't it better than going through several levels?" It’s cheaper for people from Heavenly Tribulation to practice.”

The ghost messenger curled his lips when he heard this: "It's difficult. If ghost immortals are so easy to cultivate, Po Meng would have run away a long time ago. There is no chance that she will be sent to Abi Prison in the future. That would really be a narrow escape from death."

Liu Qinghuan's expression changed slightly: "The Abi Prison you are talking about is..."

The wine of life and death was very strong, and the ghosts were all eating and drinking, and in the end they were all drunk.

Liu Qinghuan was also a little drunk. After ordering the waiter to send them back to their respective residences, he left the wine shop and staggered towards his residence.

The underworld allotted him a small courtyard. There were only three or five rooms in the courtyard. Apart from a bottomless well of black water under the wall and an empty coffin in the left room, there were only two uneven tables and Several wooden stools that creaked when you sat on them.

Although Liu Qinghuan has never been particular about food, clothing, housing and transportation, she felt that the yard was too crude when she first moved in. However, the Songxi Cave Sky Map still cannot be opened to this day, so he had to arrange it himself and take out a set of furniture stored in the Najie to barely be able to live in it.

The wind blew in the courtyard for a while, and the slight drunkenness in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he stepped into the right room.

A complex weapon refining array was carved on the ground in the right room. Liu Qinghuan flicked the sword-shaped mark on the inside of his arm and sighed: "Since I can't practice now, I can only practice you."

He made a slight stroke, and a slender blood hole appeared on his arm. The small sword rushed out. He immediately wanted to escape, but he heard the buzzing sound of the magic circle, and a thick wall of light rose up, locking it. in it.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes were slightly bright. The sword spirit of this sword was extremely unruly. Elder Yi in the integration stage tried to refine it but failed. However, Liu Qinghuan was not in a hurry anyway. He had a lot of free time anyway, so even if he was grinding, he still had to refine it. Brand his own divine seal.