Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

"Do you want to go to hell with me?" The dark-haired young man's voice was hoarse and soft, like whispers in the ears of a sympathizer, making people unconsciously dizzy, as if everything in front of them lost their color, only I can see those black eyes reflecting the moon, cherry blossoms and Nuliang carp with my drunken face.

Nuliang Carphan couldn't help laughing.

"You look like you are going to die in love with me." He took a sip of wine, and the wine slid down his graceful jaw to his neck, soaking a small piece of his clothes.

Zong Jue shook his head, "It's a death for love, so there is no love that lives and dies together."

Most of them are pushing each other at the time of trial, fighting and cursing lovers who are like enemies.

After all, death is only a temporary pain, but in the underworld is a long period of despair.

After reincarnation, who can remember who is who.

"Then why did you invite me to go to Huangquan together?" Nuliang Liban smiled, "It doesn't sound like something interesting."

Zong Jue blinked, he also drank a lot of wine tonight, the tails of his eyes were long and narrow, dyed with rich red, as if he had carefully painted the gorgeous abnormalities with a vermilion pen, and his voice was lazily and hoarse after being soaked in wine, playing a gentle tone , like a dance music with long vibrato, melodious and ambiguous.

"Just treat it as..." He tilted his head and pondered his words, "Just treat it as a dream."

Nuliang Liban laughed loudly, coughing and laughing with a sip of wine in his throat, the bright gold in his eyes showed a little watery color because of the cough or something, "Then please..." He Reach out, "Please let me have a sweet dream."

His hands were hot from the wine, Zong Jue grabbed his wrist, pulled out the pure black feathers like the wings of a dead bird, and gently wrapped them around Nuliang Liban's shoulders.

"Hold me tight."

The wind blew up and turned into a bitter wind, blowing from an underground gully of unknown depth, all the way to the sky of unknown height, cherry blossom petals were swept into the wind, and pink was mixed out by the wind. Even deeper pink, the moonlight was also crushed, swaying and shimmering.

Nuliang carp companion can only hear the sound of the wind in his ears, it should be said that it is a sound like the sound of the wind but sharper than the sound of the wind, just like the hissing and roaring when the cold wind tears the air in winter, enveloping people can't open their eyes. He subconsciously clenched Zong Jue's lapel in his hand so as not to be blown far away by the bitter wind.

The world is vast, but this body is like duckweed.

Such thoughts briefly passed through his mind, and then he vaguely smelled the pungent smell of sulfur mixed with blood, which combined with the scalding air created a sober yet dreamlike atmosphere.

"It's here." Zong Jue tidied up the feathers that had been slightly messed up by the wind for Nuliang Liban, "Put it on and don't take it off."

"Is this the Underworld?" Nuliang Liban also knew that the Underworld was not a place where a living person like him could set foot casually, so he put on the haori obediently. Zong Jue was slightly taller than him, and this Zong Jue wore it The haori at the end of his calf was worn to reach his ankles, wrapping him tightly.

"Hmm." Zong Jue looked around, "This place should be an extremely deep bottomless mountain where internal heat boils."

Among the sixteen small hells under the Great Burning Heat Hell in Huangquan, the fifth hell is the hot boiling place. Those who tempt simple and down-to-earth women to do evil will fall here, and the dead who serve their sentences here will turn over one by one. Five mountains - Pushao Mountain, which is burning with flames all the year round, extremely deep and bottomless mountain full of craters and falling rocks, dark fire gathering mountain with raging fire and poisonous gas gushing in the darkness, cutting mountain where the ground will crack at any time, and Countless mirrors are placed over and over again to review the mountain of karmic evidence of what you did during your lifetime.

But it's not here to inspect the work. Of course, Zong Jue will not take Nuliang Li to accompany the dead.

"Lord Zong Jue." The jailer with curly hair and two sharp horns poked his head out, "What do you want?"

"I'm going to Yan Mo Temple." Zong Jue said, "Lend me the hazy car."

The jailer nodded and jumped off the hazy car, and the hazy car with a huge human face said slowly, "It's a great honor."

Although it does have life, the interior of the Oboro chariot looks like an ordinary carriage. Before getting into the chariot, Nuliang Liban turned his head to look at the jailer—the residents of Huangquan seem to be no different from the residents of the present world.

After the two of them sat down, the Oboro car shook slightly, and then flew up smoothly.

"Did the two adults come back from this world?" Oboroche asked while flying steadily.

"That's right." Zong Jue said, "I'm on a business trip."

"It's really hard work." Oboro said.

"Yeah, it's not easy to work or anything." Nuliang Kobi quickly adapted to the environment he was in, and leisurely leaned sideways to answer, "There are always a lot of troublesome things."

Obscure car echoed: "It seems that every time I encounter a drunk, I don't want to take the car at all, ah, it will be troublesome if I vomit in the car."

He still belongs to the hazy car hired by Yan Modian, and he only needs to pick him up after the entertainment is over. If he is of the same family as a taxi, he will be even more troubled by this kind of thing.

"After all, this is the inside of your body. It's really troublesome to spit all over the place." Zong Jue said, "I will discuss with Yan Modian to see if there is any solution."

"This is a trivial matter." Oboro said thanks, "I heard from my friend that when he was still working as a taxi, a colleague once took a passenger to the gate of hell. That passenger is still alive! It’s really scary to encounter such a thing, and it’s creepy to think about it.”

"Well...it's true." Nuliang Liban didn't have the slightest awareness that he was also a member of "Alive", touched his chin and said, "Just like people are afraid of ghosts, after all, they are rare in my world. Nothing."

"The unknown can easily breed fear." Zong Jue said, "In other words, many punishments in hell are also composed of unknown fear."

For example, the forest full of phantoms, the passage where you can't see your fingers, and it can even be said that the long waiting process of the dead is a kind of punishment.

Nuliang Liban said: "It's just like...just like the few minutes before the papers are distributed in the school, it's even scarier than the exam."

In fact, Zong Jue and Nu Liangli, who had never taken the exam, nodded seriously, as if they felt the same way.

While they were chatting, the obnoxious car had slowly stopped at the gate of Yan Mo Temple.

Compared with the paintings about Yan Modian circulating in the present world, the real Yan Modian is far less eerie and terrifying, including the real King Yan Mo, who at first glance is completely ordinary except that his body is much larger than ordinary people He looks like a kind uncle.

"King Yan Mo." Zong Jue bowed slightly, followed by Nu Liang Li.

"Ah, it's you." King Yan Mo put down his pen and said in surprise, "Is this little brother your friend?"

"It's a friend I met in this world." Zong Jue said, "One of his important people passed away. If possible, can we let them meet again?"

"Please." Nuliang Liban bowed and said, "I will offer you a lot of konjac when I go back!"

"Konjac?! I really don't like eating konjac!" King Yan Mo yelled annoyedly, but when he saw Zong Jue's face, his momentum weakened inexplicably, and he moved his buttocks on the chair and stroked his beard. Then he said, "I'll let Ghost Lantern check it out. If you haven't reincarnated yet, it doesn't matter if we meet again."

The so-called human relationship society is universal, even in the harsh world of Huangquan, it is not a big deal for Zong Jue to take a friend to the back door to meet.

After all, if Zong Jue hadn't been on the front shoulders back then, Izanami would have had a lot of trouble back then.

"Ghost lamp..." Zong Jue belatedly realized that he was reeking of alcohol, as if he was about to be caught, "I'm really risking my life to accompany a gentleman."

Even if he changed his clothes and washed it well before looking for Ghost Lantern, he was unsurprisingly entertained by Ghost Lantern's mace again, and then began to help them find the information of the deceased that Nuliang Liban was looking for.

"Yamabuki... Otome..." Gui Deng quickly skipped over a large stack of documents, took out one of them and turned to a page, "I didn't commit any crimes during my lifetime, theoretically, I should be able to go to reincarnation immediately after the trial."

"Reincarnated..." Nuliang Liban's face darkened, "It's pretty good..."

"Well, there is still a note here." Ghost Lantern turned another page, and continued, "Although you can go to reincarnation immediately, but because of your own wishes, you are still staying in hell—ah, it's her!" Ghost Lantern suddenly thumped Palm, "I remember!"

Nuliang Kobi's eyes lit up, "Is she still in hell?"

Gui Deng nodded and said: "She should be the deputy to Yi Jinggong now."

"It's that child." Zong Jue also remembered after Gui Deng said this, "So I did see the crow tengu in the Nuliang group."

He explained to Nuliang Liban: "The policemen in Huangquan are all served by Wu Yatengu. It seems that the descendants of Seng Zhengfang in this world have been taken care of by her. After she expressed her desire to stay in Huangquan Seng Zhengfang assigned her to the Tengu police as a civilian."

Again, even in the harsh world of Huangquan, human feelings are very useful capital.

"Then I'll take him there—" Zong Jue said halfway, when he heard the ghost lamp say: "I'll take the guests there, as for you... Last time you took the God of Tianjin to the underworld, Izanami-sama is not very I'm happy."

Zong Jue sighed, "I'll go to Yatengu to find you later."

Before that, he had to go to the Great Burning Place—the hell where those who falsely claimed that killing lives for the sake of redemption lived, and where Izanami's hermit palace was located.

Walking through the hallway of human pillars designed by the ghost lamp, and pushing open the heavy gate, the palace inside is beautifully shaped, with overlapping layers of exquisite luxury.

For Izanami, the Queen of the Underworld, although her real power had to be emptied due to her willful venting and creating a lot of inexplicable hells to increase the workload of the jailers, she has never been treated badly in terms of treatment. You must know that until now The high-ranking hell officials headed by King Yan Mo still live in the dormitory of Yan Mo Palace.

Zong Jue straightened his robes in front of the door, a thin layer of paper and shadows revealed the woman's slender and graceful figure. He half-kneeled and pushed away the paper barrier. long hair.

Her hair is long and curly, and it takes a lot of patience to do it every time.

And Izanami's patience has never been very good.

"Lord Izanami." Zong Jue consciously knelt behind Izanami, took the comb from her hand and tied up her long hair, "Still the same as before?"

Izanami snorted coldly.

Zong Jue pursed his lips and held back the smile on the corners of his lips, and said in a warm voice, "The ghost lamp has taught me a good lesson, please hold your hand high."

Izanami gave him a sideways glance, her eyes were almost covered with whites, and she looked rather frightening, she snorted softly, "Don't think that I will forgive you for being like this."

She said so, but she did not pursue it further.

If it was Zong Jue, she would have lightly revealed many things. After all, the order of hell had not yet been established, and Zong Jue was her most important and close relative when she was still the queen of the underworld.

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