Sao Ke is a spectator

Coming out of Meng Po's place, I passed a small building with a closed gate. The 'sorrow' made me a little delirious, and I stood in front of Mu Ning's door for a long time.

After leaving the archway, the cold wind from the bank of Wangchuan River was blowing directly on the face, and there was still a strange and bleak moon on the top.

I stumbled and walked, muttering in my mouth: "I am a melancholy guest in the world, knowing what happened to the king, I burst into tears, recalling my life with the sound of heartbroken..."

"You're drunk." A cold voice came from behind.

I knew who was behind me before I turned my head away.

My father was reincarnated according to his own will, and the condition in exchange was that I must go to meet a person with him, and I stopped for a long time in front of that person's house just now.

I have always raised the phoenix eyes that I feel are enough to turn all living beings upside down, and looked at him with a faint smile: "How similar is Yu Ping in Youguo to my Ye Daishu?"

He looked at me with some surprise. I don't know whether it was because he heard the name Yu Ping or because I suddenly knew about it. In short, the gully between his brows was as deep as it could be.

Yang Zhuo said: "You are completely different from him, but you are exactly the same."

I couldn't understand a word of what was being said.

There are no painted boats on the river, and there are no hawkers selling lanterns and paper kites along the road, only ghosts with a cluster of ghost fire on their heads.The oncoming people bowed respectfully to their Lord of the Underworld, and every time at this time, Yang Zhuo would nod his head slightly, without any airs of the Lord of the Underworld, just like meeting an acquaintance on the road.

Walking side by side with him by the river, without talking for a long time, my arm bumped into his arm inadvertently, and the figure wrapped under the dark black clothes was as stiff as an iron block.

I met a few ghosts who were picking up offerings on the bank of the river. They thought they were still in the world thinking about their relatives in the underworld, so they burned paper money and ingots.Suddenly I remembered that it was the Spring Festival in the world at this time, and the Lantern Festival would be in a few days. At that time, every family would go to the river closest to their home to release sky lanterns.

There has been a legend in the world since ancient times: Every river is a road leading to the underworld, and the light of sky lanterns can be projected into the underworld through the river water. If you write your thoughts and sustenance on the lamp, it will naturally bring these words to Hades.

I had a feeling: "I don't know if putting a sky lantern in the underworld can also send thoughts from afar. If so, what will Yan Jun write on the sky lantern, or who will he write it to?"

Yang Zhuo glanced at me, then turned to look at those who were picking up offerings: "There is no such person."

I looked at his side face, and the river was flowing into his obsidian eyes: "It's true, Yan Jun has been the Lord of the Underworld for hundreds of years in the underworld, and naturally there is no one who remembers you in the world, but... If I have time to go to the human world, I can also put a sky lantern for you."

He raised a faint smile, and said with a little sarcasm: "Do you often do such boring things?"

It's obviously very poetic, but it's boring again.

The blush on my cheeks due to the alcohol is about to recede. The previous words seem to have been spoken in a state of deliriousness, or it may be his incomprehensible style that woke up the drunkenness. In short, I feel a little annoyed .

Just about to say something to save face, a rush of footsteps came from behind, and the visitor walked up behind Yangzhuo, and said in a low voice: "Master Pu Wei, please go back to the Palace of the King of the Underworld."

Now I did follow because of boredom.

There has always been a frying pan in the King of Hell's hall, and I don't know what is burning under it, but every time I come here, I can see the contents of the frying pan tumbling.On one side is a mountain of knives and mills, and various instruments of torture are displayed. The silver knives and barbs exude a green light, and some of them even have flesh attached to them.

This is the first time I have watched how the ghost messengers tortured the ghost. The people in the hall showed no fear. When they pushed it into the oil pan, the flesh was fried to brown, but they didn't hear him begging for mercy.Then there is the mountain of knives, the ghosts who have long been unable to distinguish their shapes are cut to pieces by the blades, and the gurgling blood overflows the ground.When he was on the grinder, his white bones broke through his flesh and blood, his whole body was twisted into a ball, and the black eyeballs were squeezed out, hanging just like that under the eyelids.

The ghost was lying in the hall like a pool of mud, and I couldn't bear it, so I elbowed Yang Zhuo beside me: "Is...isn't this too cruel?"

Yang Zhuo didn't look at me, just casually picked up a booklet and threw it in front of my eyes: "This man's life, it's not too late to say this after you read it."

After a hasty look at ten lines at a glance, I found that this man had never done a good thing in his life. When he was three years old, he robbed his mother-in-law for food. Sui Suo and a group of young and out-of-school guys who did all kinds of crimes fell into the grass, and while robbing houses, they saw good-looking boys and girls and brought them back to the den of thieves. , If you don't follow it, sell it to a brothel.

When the world was in turmoil, instead of helping his family resist foreign powers, he took advantage of the chaos and set fire to the entire capital. He ransacked the treasury, and the royal family became the harem of bandits, and lived a more chic life than the king.

Later, a powerful character was kidnapped from nowhere, and he was killed with a pair of scissors while he was fast asleep... It can be said that one can still live in the sins of God, but one cannot live in one's own sins.

Four words immediately popped up in my mind-too many to write.

There is one more word - should.

Not to mention anything else, what I, Ye Daishu, hate the most in my life is people who destroy flowers and willows. Thinking of those people who are as beautiful as flowers and jade being ruined by such people, I immediately jumped up and said angrily: "Bastard!" , do you know how to repent..."

The two adults in the hall and a dozen or so ghost guards in the hall looked at me in unison, with a little inexplicable surprise in their astonishment, even the ghost whose eyeballs were almost out of sight also showed a contemptuous look , seems to say: What are you?

Then he sneered, grinning blood-stained teeth: "I don't know how to repent, so what can you do to me?"

I'm so pissed off...

I was trembling with anger and tightly clutched the gavel next to Puwei's hand. As long as the ghost said one more word, I could throw it at him. If it wasn't for his terrifying appearance, I would have rushed down the hall a long time ago. up.

Pu Wei held my hand, I don't know if he was worried about his gavel or he was sincerely persuading me: "Calm down, calm down, you will get used to this kind of person after seeing a lot of them."

Yang Zhuo on the other side snorted coldly: "Take him directly to the Cold Prison."

There are [-] floors of prisons in the underworld, except for the [-]th to [-]th floors, and the rest are equipped with punishments.

These ten floors are generally used to deal with people who have committed petty crimes, and the eleventh to fifteenth floors are capital punishments, including water prison, fire prison, wind prison, cold prison, and dream prison. Most of the people who are punished are those who have committed heinous crimes, and there are also immortals sent by the heavens to be punished. Once these people are sent in, unless there is a will from the heavens, they can only stay there for the rest of their lives, day after day. There is no end to punishment in one day.

The sixteenth floor to the eighteenth floor are roughly the same, there is no sound or light, and the dead souls who are driven into these three floors do not need to suffer any punishment, except that they can no longer escape.

The two ghost guards escorted the man to the front, while Yang Zhuo and I, who were watching the fun, walked at the end.

The stairs on the eighteenth floor spiraled down, and although the undead on the bottom three floors couldn't get up, they could perform some harmless little tricks through the cage.They will neither disappear into ashes nor be reincarnated. They face endless darkness and silence all day long, and they will make noise when they hear someone walking between the stairs.

If you want to go down to the cold prison, you have to pass through this bottomless staircase. When Yangzhuo and I walked to the entrance of the staircase, two ghost messengers had already walked in first. Yangzhuo stopped and asked me: "Are you sure?" going?"

I stretched my neck and took a look inside. The faint will-o'-the-wisp danced in the wind but couldn't reach the bottom. It was dark like a bottomless pit below.

I teased with a look of indifference: "Yan Jun said that I am a boring person, wouldn't I be sorry for being boring if I don't walk away?"

He glanced at me with unclear emotions, and said coldly: "Follow me closely."

These three words are both ambiguous and full of temptation, and I followed them almost before I had time to think.

The black figure blocked a large area of ​​light in front of my eyes, and I followed him through the dark green space like a blind man, walking down the stairs step by step, and the sound of clear footsteps echoed in the strange atmosphere.I was bored and stepped on the place where the person in front walked, and counted the steps, ten steps and twenty steps...

When I counted to No. 60 steps, the will-o'-the-wisps around me went out at the same time, and with the sharp sound of wind coming from my ears, I could imagine that it was the sound of the wind distorting and deforming when it passed through the gap.

Actually, I wasn't scared at all, but I still pretended to be very scared and asked, "What...what's going on?"

I took the opportunity to lean against him, if I could, I would even imagine throwing myself into his arms like a frightened little lady, and then being hugged by him, but my reason told me——

I am a man.

Yang Zhuo stopped in his tracks, and grabbed my sleeves so that he and I stopped on the steps one above the other, with his warm breath rushing towards my face.

A picture suddenly popped up in my mind, it was his Adam's apple floating up and down while drinking in the inner hall of Hades on the day I was drenched all over.

He reached out and groped in such a strange way. The moment I touched his neck, his body trembled slightly. I moved over with lightning speed, bit his Adam's apple with my face slightly, and licked it with my tongue. Licked twice.

A cold voice sounded above his head: "What are you doing?"

He couldn't see his fingers, so he couldn't see the smug expression on my face at this time: "You stopped suddenly, and I accidentally bumped into it."

He definitely wouldn't believe it.

Yang Zhuo used some spells to re-ignite the will-o'-the-wisp, gave me a cold look and then said nothing.

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