What is it like to be led around by a ghost?

The further we go, the darker the sky becomes.

Jiong Wu tied a rope to the bone blade, turned it into a thumb cap and hung it around Yu Mohui's neck, saying: "When you take it off, it will become its original size, and when you tie it around your neck, it will become a pendant again. "

Yu Mo nodded back, stroking the shrunken bone blade with his hand.He ate the fruit and drank a few drops of Jiongwu's blood, now his face was pale and he lost his breathing and heartbeat, he seemed to be just an ordinary devil in the underworld.

Since the world of the underworld, the policy of free-range breeding has been pursued.When ghosts arrive in the underworld, they are led into the underworld. After being judged by the judges, those who have committed the most serious crimes are sent to hell.

So after Yu Mohui set foot on the realm of the underworld, he didn't see any ghosts with blue faces and long fangs, or the scene of a bloody yellow wind. Instead, he looked like a very normal market.

Even the roadside is covered with black grass, tall trees, and clusters of flowers blooming on the other side. It seems that the environment is quite beautiful, much more beautiful than the black and scorched land before.

If there is anything not so wonderful, that is, the sky is too dark, people's faces are too white, and... the huge and gloomy old palace in the distance.

There are all kinds of ghosts on the street, those who wear short-sleeved sweaters, those who wear only one pair of pants, those who wear down jackets, those who wear ancient robes, those who wear long gowns, those who wear cheongsams...the clothes match all kinds of strange things, so Yu Mo goes back to wearing shorts. No one paid attention to the one with sleeves and shorts walking with Jiong Wu, the partner in black toga.There are old ghosts who have been here for thousands of years, and there are also new ghosts who have only been here for a few days. Everyone will be surprised after seeing too many.

The palace of the underworld doesn't seem very far away, but after walking for a long time, it doesn't seem to be close at all. It still stands majestically in the center of the underworld, with a gloomy and oppressive feeling.

Yu Mo looked back at the palace in the distance, sighed deeply, and said to Jiongwu, "Can you fly there?" Although he didn't feel tired at the moment, he still didn't want to go so far psychologically. long way.

Jiong Wu pointed to the side of the road: "Fighting is prohibited, and all spells are prohibited."

Yu Mohui looked in the direction of his finger, and found that on a wooden sign standing by the roadside, the words "No fighting, no using all spells" were written in Xiaozhuan, Simplified Chinese, Traditional Chinese and English. talk.

Yu Mohui was dumbfounded, for a moment he didn't know how to complain.

"Let's go, we should be there tomorrow." Jiong Wu Gou Gou Gou Mohui's hand said.

The two of them didn't see the whole picture of the palace of the underworld until the next afternoon.

This palace is far bigger than Yu Mo recalled, it is like a big mountain located in the center of the underworld, so high that it seems to be inserted into the black clouds of the black sky, and its shadow seems to be able to cover the entire underworld .

Yu Mohui stared at the palace in astonishment, and murmured, "So...is it so big?"

"Hi! New here?" A voice suddenly sounded behind them, startling them.

Turning his head, he saw a thin, skinny old man smiling at the two of them, showing his uneven big yellow teeth.The old man was only wearing a pair of worn army green trousers, and his upper body was half naked.

Yu Mohui and Jiongwu didn't speak, they just looked at the old man warily.

"Cough," the old man coughed in embarrassment, and explained: "It's fate to meet each other. Let's talk when we meet... Are you two new here? I can take you around the palace hall to have a look I have been hanging around here for so many years since I died, and I know it very well!"

The two still didn't speak, and the alertness on their faces deepened.Yu Mohui couldn't help but diverge his thoughts. The old man looked like an ordinary ghost. Jiong Wu should be able to easily win against him, but the two of them hid their aura this time. .What's more, the old man stopped the two of them so enthusiastically. Is it really just that he is more enthusiastic, or is it sent by someone else, or is it a routine for bullying new ghosts in the underworld?

"That..." The embarrassment on the old man's face was even worse, "I was a scrap picker when I was alive, and I died alone, with no family or friends, so after I died, I always wanted to talk to someone... But the old ghosts in the underworld seem to have no hobbies other than waiting for the number, and they are all very indifferent... So I wondered if the new ghosts who just came here should still have some popularity..."

After the old ghost spoke, his voice and his head lowered.

"How do you know we are new ghosts?" Yu Mo asked back.

"Hey, with the sense of oppression in the hall of the underworld, most ghosts don't come here to hang out, so those who can come here are either old ghosts who are familiar with the road, or curious new ghosts. I know the faces of old ghosts, you two It's a new face, besides, you two stopped 200 meters away from the main hall and didn't dare to go forward, you must be newcomers."

Yu Mohui and Jiongwu looked at each other, calmed down, smiled, and said: "Then please show us around, we are really curious about this hell hall. We were socialists when we were alive The successor, after he dies, he realizes that there really are ghosts in the world, so his curiosity has been aroused."

The old man laughed happily again, and led them forward: "I didn't believe this when I was alive, but I found out it was true when I was dead. You can just call me Lao He. I have been dead for seven or eight years, and there is no one there." My number is in line. How about you two?"

"My surname is Yu, and his surname is Jiong. There was an accident when we were out to play, and we only got here yesterday."

Old He nodded, and said again: "Kid Jiong are playing with that... Cospu is tired, I know you young people like this, when I was alive, I saw young people dressed as ancient people on the street Go up..."

Old He seemed to hold back for too long, and kept talking non-stop.Yu Mohui was still listening at first, but then he was directly attracted by the cliffs outside the Palace of the Underworld.I saw a faint red light shining on the cliff, which added a bit of murderous aura to the originally dark and terrifying palace of the underworld.

Lao He followed his eyes and smiled and said: "Well, you can understand it as a moat, but this river flows between the cliffs on both sides. This is the back of the palace. There is only one way to go around the front. The road to the palace leads directly to the gate."

He suddenly lowered his voice, and continued: "Although other places in the underworld don't look scary, and the environment is not bad, but this river is quite..."

Before they finished speaking, they had already walked to the side of the "moat".The crimson magma surged in the "river", bubbling like boiling water.The red light they saw earlier was reflected by this magma.

"This is said to be a magma hell, and it's put here for the deterrent effect, so that the ghosts wandering around in the underworld will not dare to have any wrong thoughts about the palace of the underworld..." Lao He explained.

After walking a few steps forward, Yu Mohui realized that there were countless white bones floating up and down in the turbulent magma, and some of the bones even had some flesh and blood attached to them...

"The white bones here are the ghosts who were tortured in the magma hell. They were ups and downs, their flesh and blood were scalded, and only the bones remained to maintain their souls."

Old He paused for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, leaned into the ears of the two of them, and said, "Does it look like bone soup boiled in magma?"

Yu Mohui almost vomited out, as if something in his stomach had rushed up his throat and was stuck in his esophagus.

He looked at Lao He with disgust on his face: "Your metaphor is too...disgusting..."

Old He smiled heartily: "I've become a ghost, why do I care about these things, anyway, I don't need to eat or drink water."

"Then there is a next life!"

"Before reincarnation, I drank a bowl of Meng Po soup, how can I remember this!"

The three of them were very close to the cliff, but they couldn't feel the scorching heat that the magma should have. They didn't know whether it was because the magma in the underworld was cold, or because they lost the ability to sense temperature after becoming ghosts.

"Oh, old man! Have you tricked two more ghosts?"

Two hooligan-looking ghosts stood behind them at some point, staring at Lao He with folded arms and a sneer.

"It's you..." Old He was shocked.

"Cheat?" Yu Mohui subconsciously pulled Jiongwu back a step to the side.

"No, no, no!" Old He waved his hands again and again, "Don't listen to their nonsense, I really just want to talk to someone!"

"Yes, it's just talking." One of the local ruffians sneered, "After I finished speaking, I was caught and tortured in hell."

"It's your own fault that you go to hell to be tortured! It's none of my business!" The old man stomped his feet angrily.

"Bah! It's obvious that you deliberately harmed us!" Another local ruffian said angrily, "We were only two months away from being reincarnated, and you were the one who sent us to hell and suffered three years of punishment! If you get a new number and line up again, you just can’t grab other people’s number plates, so you came up with this way to squeeze the people in front of you to the back!”

The two hooligans grabbed Lao He's neck, furious.

"Grab the number plate?" Yu Mohui immediately reacted, stepped forward and grabbed the arms of the two ghosts, and said: "We are two new ghosts, and the number plate is behind him, so the assumption you just said is not true, is it true?" Isn't there some misunderstanding? Let's let go of our hands first, and explain clearly to clear up the misunderstanding, okay?"

The two ghosts froze.

Old He, who was strangled by the neck, hurriedly shouted: "Yes, yes, yes! Speak well, let go first! Fighting is forbidden in the underworld!"

The two ghosts seemed to be touched by these words, and suddenly became fierce again: "Shut up! No fighting! That's how you hurt us!"

They strangled Lao He's neck so hard that their fingers sank into the flesh, as if they were going to cut off his neck abruptly.

"Speak well, let him go!" Yu Mohui grabbed the two ghosts and grabbed Lao He's hand, shouting.

Jiong Wu also followed him forward and stood behind him.

"Fuck you!" The two ruffians shook off Yu Mohui's hand, and pushed hard again.Yu Mo was unsteady, fell backwards, and fell on Jiong Wu, and behind Jiong Wu was a cliff.

Yu Mohui realized that there was nothing behind him, and when he turned his head, Jiongwu had already fallen off the cliff.Without even thinking about it, he jumped down together and hugged Jiongwu tightly before falling into the magma.

With a plop, the two disappeared into the billowing magma.

The two hooligans and Lao He were frightened and froze in place immediately, maintaining their original postures, staring motionlessly at the place where they disappeared.

It's a pity that the white bones still heaved up and down with the surging magma, but the figures of the two did not float up again.

"What are you doing!"

There was a stern sound from behind, and the three of them turned their heads, only to see Black and White Wuchang hanging in the air and looking at them with sinister and violent faces.

All three collapsed to the ground.