The end of the world starts from the global copy

Bai Wuchang laughed and laughed: "New indicators. The Lord of the Fu said that now we have to keep pace with the times. It's not good to be sneaky. It's better to be upright. Oh, by the way, there is no such thing as a short video in your world. What? Let me make it easier for you two, come on! Let’s make a short video and keep you all a hit!"

Everyone: "..."

Do you even know short videos about feelings?

As early as when Black and White Wuchang appeared, Hope had already set up a spiritual link, and Duan Yun's voice sounded in the spiritual link.

"They do have intelligence...and not only that. The strange stories are born on the belief of human beings, and they seem to naturally understand some rules of the human world."

Appearing to seduce the soul is to show the holiness in front of others.

Shooting short videos is to expand influence.

Less than an hour after the strange talk phenomenon appeared, these monsters born of human imagination have already figured out the rules of the human world, and use the rules and regulations to pave the way for themselves.

Here, everyone is talking about it.

On the other side, Duan Yun is doing his best to play with black and white impermanence.

"Of course this short video is going to be shot... But, it won't delay the work of the two gods, right?"

Hei Wuchang is still stern, while Bai Wuchang is passionate.

Xiaobai waved his hand, and laughed so much that his saliva dripped down his big tongue: "No delay, no delay. The underworld is not limited to our pair of black and white, and there are many employees in our underworld."

Duan Yun's voice came from the spiritual link: "According to the legend in the real world, there is only one pair of black and white impermanence in the underworld... But now they say that there are many pairs of black and white impermanence in the underworld... Can I speculate like this: strange talk is influenced by human beings' belief in power There will be some changes that are inconsistent with myths and legends.”

Lu Ming said: "This is normal. According to legend, there are Tianqi Rensheng Great Emperor, Beiyin Fengdu Great Emperor, Five Ghost Emperors and Ten Halls Yama, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the Underworld, etc... But most people don't know about the Underworld in such a detailed way. Perhaps in the eyes of most people, the composition of the underworld is Yama, judge, bull-headed horse-face black and white impermanence Mengpo and other things."

After all, there are still a small number of people who delve into myths and stories.

Even if most people believe in the existence of the underworld and believe in these ghosts and gods, they will not go deep into the research-to use a simple word to explain it, they are superficial believers.

But in the real world, due to the wisdom of the people, there are not many fanatics, and shallow believers account for the majority-according to the ratio, shallow believers must be the main source of power for strange monsters.

Under the influence of these shallow believers, it is not uncommon for the distortion of the strange talk to change.

During the spiritual link, Hope suddenly said: "Boss, what strength do these two have?"

"It's just a medium ghost."

Medium ghosts are enough to deal with ghosts like Wang Dazhu, and ghosts have been able to appear in the eyes of living people for a short time, and they can also meet the needs of the world to manifest their holiness.

Over there, Duan Yun walked over to Black and White Wuchang with a smile, took out his xw mobile phone and took a video - since there is no internet, the video is just a normal video, not a short video, but it is enough to fool ghosts.

Black and White Impermanence even made a gesture of scissors...

"Yeah~~"

"Ok!"

Duan Yun finished work and walked to the side with a smile, but Lu Ming came up again.

"The two of you are here for Wang Dazhu?"

Old Hei said concisely: "Yes."

Bai Wuchang is a talker: "People have a chance to turn into ghosts after death, and our underworld was born to suppress ghosts and control reincarnation. Now that Wang Dazhu has become a ghost, it is naturally under the jurisdiction of our underworld. You and Wang Dazhu are..."

"Distant relatives."

"Oh, don't worry, burn more paper and do more good deeds. My brother and I will work hard to make Wang Dazhu have a good pregnancy in his next life."

These two obviously don't care about reincarnation, and most likely they are just low-level employees of the underworld. Xiaobai's words are probably just a joke--the business ability is not bad.

As for how to deal with the current matter, Lu Ming had long thought about it.

He pretended to be hesitant and said: "You just said that the underworld was born to suppress ghosts... so all ghosts are under your control, right?"

Old Hei: "Yes!"

Xiaobai: "We don't care who is in charge? If these messy things are allowed to mess around in Yangjian, wouldn't it be a mess?"

You have such a sense of mission in less than an hour after you were born...Prenatal education is good...

Lu Ming hesitated even more.

After thinking about it, Lu Ming took off his sunglasses, and used ghost transformation to absorb a ghost.

A dark ghostly aura rose from Lu Ming's body, and Lu Ming's skin instantly turned pale.

Like a ghost, Lu Ming raised his head again, looked at the dumbfounded Black and White Wuchang, and said calmly.

"what about me?"

"Will you care about me?"

Xiaobai and Laohei looked at each other, then looked at Lu Ming, and immediately showed an embarrassed but polite smile.

"According to the rules, we have to take care of it."

"But...cough cough..."

Xiaobai didn't know what to say.

Strictly speaking, Lu Ming after he turned into a ghost can also be classified as a ghost.

But judging from his aura, Lu Ming who has absorbed a ghost is already at the level of a high-level ghost, even Xiaobai and Laohei can't beat him...

They were numb their claws, Lu Ming spoke again.

"I want to reincarnate...the world is not worth it."

These words made black and white impermanence stunned...

They pondered over and over again, and it took a while to understand what Lu Ming meant.

"You want to go to the underworld?"

Lu Ming nodded.

"According to the rules, I can go to the underworld, right?"

Old Hei and Xiaobai looked at each other, and immediately relaxed a lot.

"can!"

After Xiaobai finished speaking like this, Old Hei took out the ghostly shackles, said something offending, and fastened the shackles on Lu Ming's wrist.

At that moment, Lu Ming only felt that the ghost energy shrank as if it was being suppressed. After thinking about it, Lu Ming canceled the ghost transformation, put on the sunglasses again, and returned to his normal posture.

Old Hei didn't say anything when he saw it - just now Lu Ming showed the strength of a high-level ghost. Since the level is higher than that of black and white, they can't figure out what tricks Lu Ming has.

But if he can be sure that Lu Ming is a ghost, that's enough - no matter how many tricks he has, he will have to lie down obediently when he enters the underworld.

Then put the shackles on Wang Dazhu, and Lao Hei pulled, Lu Ming and Wang Dazhu staggered behind Lao Hei.

Xiaobai waved the soul-calling banner and smiled slightly at the others.

"Everyone, take a short video...why are you staring blankly?"

Duan Yun Xiaogao and others took out their mobile phones, Duan Yun gestured to Xiaobai with an ok gesture, Xiaobai grinned, and sang softly, shaking the soul-calling flag.

"Changwu Inn on Huangquan Road, watch your feet and get on the road!"

The silver bell of "Ding Ding Dang Dang" sounded, and strange power came out from the shackles and poured into the bodies of Lu Ming and Wang Dazhu.

So, Lu Ming only felt the light and shadow floating in front of his eyes, and soon, a quiet path came into view.

This scene can be observed by living people, and even photographed by cameras.

Both sides of the path are full of red flowers, the flowers have flowers but no leaves, and the color is as bright as blood.

The strange aroma spread, and soon permeated the entire room.

The living people didn't feel this, but they could see that Wang Dazhu's eyes seemed to be a lot more agile, and the breath of the old black and the little white fluctuated a little bit more.

When he got to the side of the road, Xiaobai turned his head and waved to Duan Yun and the others with a smile.

Old Hei stood in front of the entrance of the path, stretched out his hand to Lu Ming and Wang Dazhu, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Two, please go."

Chapter 9 you come down

The space is stretched.

The outside is Wang Dazhu's hut, and the inside is a path full of flower fragrance.

And this gap that seems to connect two time and space is the gate of hell.

Lao Hei walked into the gate of hell first, and stepped onto the road to Huangquan. With a stretch of his hand, he dragged Lu Ming and Wang Dazhu staggeringly, and they both walked into the gate of hell.

Floral...

spooky...

cold……

The Yang world and the "Yin world" are two completely different landscapes.

The taste is different, the scenery is different, and the environment is different. Even if Lu Ming turns his head, he can still see Xiao Gao Hope and others, but the surrounding scene undoubtedly tells Lu Ming that he is no longer alive...

"It's a bit sad to say that."

Lu Ming muttered, causing Old Hei to turn his head.

"what?"

"It's nothing."

Old Hei didn't talk much and didn't ask any more questions. He dragged Lu Ming and Wang Dazhu forward by the chain.

As Xiaobai also entered the ghost gate and set foot on the road to Huangquan, the ghost gate was closed, and Yin and Yang were separated.

……

Cold, depressing.

On the lonely Huangquan Road, only four people walked straight forward.

At first, Lu Ming just felt that the place was a bit cold, but after walking for about 3 minutes, Lu Ming felt a kind of weakness emanating from the inside out.

A living person who has been eroded by ghost aura for a long time will inevitably suffer from physical weakness and lack of energy—and the situation Lu Ming encounters now is probably an upgraded and enhanced version of ghost aura.

Lu Ming's body still belongs to human beings in essence. He entered the underworld with a human body. Even if he has a sympathetic spirit to protect his body, he still cannot avoid the pain of some ghost energy entering his body.

But not a big deal.

After walking forward for another 2 minutes, Huangquan Road became wider, and at the same time, shadows of other people appeared on Huangquan Road.

——More little white old black.

——and dragged by them, more ghosts and even low-level ghosts.

Lu Ming even saw sporadic bull-headed horse-faced figures, and what they were holding were medium or high-level ghosts—the aura flowing from the bull-headed horse-faced body was probably between high-level ghosts and low-level evil spirits.

From this scene, Lu Ming probably understood something.

This strange talk phenomenon called Hell is also a bullying thing--the evil spirits can't catch them, and they probably don't dare to provoke them, let alone the evil spirits.

While thinking, Lu Ming raised his head as if feeling something, and first heard the sound of rushing water in his ears, and about 3 minutes later, a long black river came into Lu Ming's eyes.

The name of the river is Wangchuan.

There is a bridge over the Wangchuan River.

The name of the bridge is Naihe.

Wangchuan River, Naihe Bridge.

This hell was born from the belief of human beings, in line with the imagination of most people - Guimenguan, Huangquan Road, Naihe Bridge, Wangchuan River, all for you to understand clearly.

The Naihe Bridge is wide enough for dozens of people to walk side by side. Xiaobai Laohei led Lu Ming and Wang Dazhu onto the Naihe Bridge, and soon walked across the bridge to an earthen platform.

Xiaobai smiled and opened his mouth.

"Do you know what this is?"

After entering the underworld, Wang Dazhu seemed to have regained consciousness a lot. Without Lu Ming opening his mouth, Wang Dazhu had already answered, "Wangxiang Terrace!"

"There is a Meng Po pavilion next to the Wangxiang Terrace, and there is a Meng Po soup in the pavilion..."

Wang Dazhu wanted to chatter, but Lu Ming stopped him with his eyes. Xiaobai and Laohei were not surprised when they saw it, but they just pointed to Xiangtai.