"Did you go crazy...?" The guard slowly repeated his words, and then snorted, "A cultivator?"

"Ah."

"Cultivators came here at a young age, you are really wronged."

The guards didn't smile. Many people in the mortal intermediary have no wisdom roots and can't form good karma. When they mock Taoist priests, they always say that grapes are sour.

"I see you, the soul is not right, not pure."

The master of guilt cast a spell on Mo Ran, allowing him to cover up the breath of the living, and to be able to contact the soul, so the guards could not see through him, but it was always a little uncomfortable, so Shi Shiran sat down again and raised his legs , and took out a black ruler from the drawer.

"The sinful ruler." He said triumphantly, although he didn't know what he was so proud of, the ruler was not his, but the smaller the official, the more he liked to show off, the guard slammed the ruler on the table and rolled his eyes Staring at Mo Ran, "Stretch out your hand, and let me test the merits of your Yangshi."

Ink burning: "..."

The merits and virtues of his life?

Would it be possible to turn him directly to God Yan Luo and crush him into pieces?

But under the eyes of everyone, he had nowhere to escape, so he could only sigh, hold the Soul Lamp in one hand, and stretch it out with the other.

The guard pressed the ruler to his veins, and almost as soon as it touched it, the criminal ruler screamed, and blood gushed out from the black ruler, accompanied by the wailing of thousands of people.

"I can't die with peace..."

"Mo Weiyu, you must die!!"

"Father! Mother!! Why are you, you dog!! Why!!!"

"Don't kill me... Please, don't kill me—"

Mo Ran pulled his hand back suddenly, and his face was as pale as paper in an instant.

All the ghosts in that circle were looking at him, the guard's eyes were particularly obscure, he stared at Mo Ran like a tiger and wolf, and after a while, he looked down at the ruler again.

The red light on the ruler disappeared, and the blood seemed to be an illusion just now, and I don't know where it flowed. The table was clean, only a line of words gradually emerged from the body of the ruler.

-

There is no pardon for the crime, escort the first...

What level of hell?

Because Mo Ran hadn't waited for the crime ruler to finish the measurement, he stopped, and the above was not finished.

The guard grabbed his arm fiercely and stared at him viciously, like a hunter who had been bored for a long time and finally caught a rare bird.His nostrils flickered, his eyes shone strangely, and most of his intestines almost came out, but this time he didn't even bother to stuff them back.

"Don't move, you give me another test."

He was impatient and greedy, and he was already asking Yan Luo for credit.

His ghost claws grabbed Mo Ran's wrist deeply, forcibly pulled him over, and poked the sinful ruler into the opponent's flesh like crazy.

If he can catch a ghost who can go down to the eighteenth level of hell, it will be a great contribution. He can at least rise to the third level by sitting on the ground, and he will no longer have to write down every lonely strand at the gate of this city every day. The exchange of souls.

"Test! Test well!"

The ruler is on again.

Blood was still flowing, crying and shouting all over the sky.

The people Mo Ran had killed and the sins he had committed seemed to be squeezed into this narrow black ruler, and the soaring resentment almost broke the ruler.

"I hate it..."

"Mo Weiyu, I will never let you go..."

Mo Ran's face became more and more ugly, he lowered his eyes, his lips were tightly pursed, and he didn't know what color was in his eyes.

"You have no conscience!! You turned the world into a purgatory!"

"I'm a ghost and I won't let you go!"

"Ahhh-!"

Weeping, howling, cursing, resenting.

Suddenly, among so many voices, a faint sigh was heard.

"I'm sorry, Mo Ran, it's Master's fault..."

Mo Ran opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were filled with sorrow.

He heard the voice of Chu Wanning in his previous life again, so soft and sad, but it pierced into his skull like a sharp knife, almost splitting his soul.

Those voices gradually weakened, and Zhang Zuichi returned to calm.

The upper line of fine print reappears:

Unforgivable crime, escorted to No. [-]...

This time Mo Ran didn't take his hand away in advance, but this line of writing is still not finished!

The guard was taken aback, then patted the black ruler: "It's broken?"

Unexpectedly, with a single tap, the black ruler trembled slightly, and after a while, the line of characters dissipated by itself, and a thin wisp of fairy energy floated on the surface of the ruler, and an infinitely brilliant light shone brightly.

This time there was no crying sound from the ruler, but a hundred birds turned towards the phoenix, and the slender voices entered the clouds, as if the sound of elegant music from the nine heavens descended on the underworld.

When the immortal sounds stopped, the guard suddenly came back to his senses.

Looking at it again, six big characters have fallen on the sinful ruler——

Ordinary soul, feasible.

The guard lost his voice: "This is impossible!"

Wasn't it still an unforgivable sin just now?Why is it an ordinary soul again?

He was not reconciled, and took the ruler to measure many times, but each time it was the same result: first screams, then good news, and finally, without exception, they all wrote ordinary souls, feasible.

The guard was extremely disappointed, he had no reason to prevent an ordinary soul from entering the underworld.

He began to stuff his intestines viciously again, and said while stuffing, "Pfft, I think you really went crazy and died."

Mo Ran was also quite surprised. He didn't know why. He thought for a while and guessed that it was the master's spell that confused the ruler, so he was slightly relieved.

"Go away, take the body sticker, it will delay your grandpa for a long time, don't hurry up!"

"..." Mo Ran couldn't wish for it, and was holding the soul lamp to leave, when the guard's eyes lit up, he stopped him loudly——

"stop!"

Mo Ran's heartbeat is fast, but his face is still calm, and he seems helpless: "What's wrong?"

The guard raised his chin: "What are you holding in your arms?"

"Oh, this..." Mo Ran rubbed the soul lamp, his thoughts flashed quickly, and he smiled, "It's my funeral."

"Funeral?"

"Yes, it's a magic weapon."

"Oh. It's interesting." The guard pointed to the table, his eyes flickering, "Put your funeral here and test it again. I'm afraid it's your magic weapon that confused the ruler."

"..."

Mo Ran had already scolded this calf in his heart, but he had nothing to do, so he had to put down the soul lamp, and stretched out his wrist nervously again.

The guard seemed to have a plan in mind, and he couldn't wait to press the ruler up again.

……

The result is still the same.

It is still six words, clear and clear: ordinary soul, feasible.

Not to mention the guards, even Mo Ran didn't know why, but after testing this way, the other party finally gave up completely, and was too lazy to wave his hand to let him in.

Mo Ran didn't dare to stay for a long time, picked up the soul lamp, walked through the long corridor, until the end, the light changed.

The ghost world spread out in front of his eyes in a mighty way.

This is the first level of hell, and there is no end in sight at first glance.The sky is scarlet, like a boiled glow.Strange vines and different trees rise from the ground, with jagged roof tiles in the vicinity and palaces in the distance.At the entrance is a huge stone reaching to the sky, and there is a letter "Er Cao's skin returns to the dust, and the soul returns to Nanke Township".Next to it stands a majestic red lacquered archway, and the three characters of "Nanke Township" are inscribed with golden water, each of which is as tall as an adult male.

It turns out that the first floor of hell is called Nanke Township.If there is nothing wrong with the dead, they will all live here temporarily for ten or eight years, waiting for the judge to call them, and then go to the second floor for trial.

Mo Ran held the soul lamp, watching and walking.

Over the eye, the layout is not much different from the human world. Streets, households, tiles, a total of [-] streets, nine horizontal and nine vertical.Ghost men, ghost women, and ghost boys walk around, laughing and crying, and crying and mourning. What happens is a group of demons dancing wildly, and a hundred ghosts walking at night.

In the east, a newly mourned woman was heard sobbing: "What to do, what to do, it is said that remarried women will be cut in half, and the head and feet will each belong to the two dead men. This is true. ? Who can tell me that this is true?"

There is also a girl with bare skirts and disheveled hair beside her who is wiping tears: "If I have to be the secret door, I really can't afford it. Before I died, I went to the earth temple to donate a threshold. I want thousands of people to trample on thousands of people. Redeem for me. But the village chief said that he had to pay him [-] gold to allow me to replace the threshold. If I have so much money, why bother to do skin business..."

There are also men in the west who are counting: "Four hundred and one days, four hundred and two days, four hundred and three days... If you agree, I will leave and she will leave. They died for love together. Why have I stayed here for four years?" It's been one hundred and four days, and she still hasn't come down. Sigh, she's so weak, maybe she's lost her way on the way to Huangquan, and if she really lost her way, what should I do?"

The newly dead ghosts gathered in groups of three or four at the gate of Nanke Township, still unwilling to go and linger.

But going forward, they are all old ghosts who have recovered their souls and accepted their fate.

They are much calmer and calmer. They have their own livelihoods, spend their days poorly, and wait for the long time to be judged.

When you get to the third street, you can see the bustling city, which is not inferior to the world of mortals.

In the end, they are all ghosts with unbroken bones and mortal wombs. Even if Po Meng hasn't drunk the soup, they still can't tell the difference between humans and ghosts.She worked in Liyuan before she was alive, and she still performed juggling on the street, and she was an embroiderer while she was alive, and she was weaving clothes by tearing up the clouds of hell after her death.Butchers don't dare to kill anymore, but they can always make a living by sharpening knives and choking scissors.

The sound of selling and applauding, one after another, bustling.

Mo Ran walked up to a ghost who sold calligraphy and paintings. The ghost probably didn't sell a single painting before he was alive, and died of starvation, so his face was yellow and thin, his cheekbones were raised, and his ribs were sunken.

Seeing someone sitting in front of his stall, the thin scholar raised his dizzy eyes, but his expression was eager: "My lord, do you want to buy a painting?"

"I want you to draw a portrait of me."

The scholar seemed to be a little bit regretful: "Compared with mountains and rivers, figures are always lacking in artistic conception. Look at this picture of Mount Tai's smoke and clouds..."

Mo Ran said: "I don't like landscape painting, so I'll ask you to draw someone for me."

"Don't like mountains and rivers?" The scholar glanced at him, not very happy, "The benevolent enjoys the mountains, the wise enjoys the water, young master, you should cultivate your sentiments and smell more scents. My painting of Mount Tai's smoke and clouds was originally I’m reluctant to sell it, but since you came to my booth to ask, it’s not because you don’t have any wisdom roots, so I’ll give you a cheaper price—”

"I want to draw a person."

Scholar: "..."

The eyes of the two met, the scholar was no match for him, he was persuaded after a while, but after he was persuaded, he was quite angry, and there seemed to be some angry blood on the face of the dead ghost.

"I don't draw people. If I want to draw, the price is ten times."

Mo Ran said: "The ghost world also needs money?"

"Family and friends, there is always some paper money." The scholar said coldly, "Money can make ghosts turn the millstone. Although I don't like the smell of copper, a gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way. You You are not relatives or friends with me, and you have no knowledge of Boya's childhood, why should I suffer for you for no reason?"

He babbled a lot, but he suffered from Mo Ran, a person who didn't read much, and immediately frowned: "I just came, and no one has burnt money for me yet."

The scholar said: "If you have no money, don't sell it."

The ink burned for a moment, thought of an idea, and pointed to the picture of Mount Tai's smoke and clouds: "Okay, if you don't sell it, you won't sell it. But I have nothing to do, can you tell me about this landscape painting?"

The scholar was taken aback for a moment, then turned his anger into joy: "You want to hear this?"

Mo Ran nodded: "Listen to you to talk about some knowledge, don't you need to pay?"

"No need." The scholar was very proud, with a ridiculous and pitiful brilliance on his face, "If you don't talk about money in learning, it will be dirty. You should not be so vulgar about scholars."

Mo Ran nodded again, thinking, he knew why the little bookworm starved to death.Although he thought it was funny, he couldn't bear it in his heart. It's a pity that he was too shy, otherwise he really wanted to give him some silver taels.

The scholar excitedly took the mounted painting from the shelf, put it in a posture, cleared the ghost throat that didn't need to be cleared, and said nervously and proudly: "Then I will start."

Seeing the little bookworm take the bait, Mo Ran smiled and said: "Ask for advice."

The author has something to say: There are many settings and lines in this chapter. It pays tribute to Mr. Lu Xun, a middle-class young man who is arrogant and whiny. Yiji, mark it here to avoid misunderstanding.

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