Who says the deity is not Bai Ze

Goodbye, I heard it.

It's okay, I don't blame you.

Don't say that about yourself, you are the best.

Song Qing silently moved her lower lips.

He died of tuberculosis, high fever and coughing up blood.The blood stasis could not be spit out, stuck in the throat, pressing the vocal cords and unable to speak.Because it took too long to die, and his limbs were completely cold and stiff, and he couldn't even raise his hand to touch the boy's head.

Fuli noticed the man's subtle movements, glanced at Song Chongsheng who was unaware, stood behind Song Chongsheng, coughed lightly, stretched out his right hand and tapped his Adam's apple.

At the same time, the left hand, which has been pinching tricks to help the man gather vitality, is ready to go. As long as the man gives him a look, Fu Li can make him speak.

But the man's next actions completely stunned Fu Li.

He just twitched his lips twice, and the mouth shape seemed to be "thank you", and then took a deep look at Song Chongsheng, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Never opened it again.

From the man's last gaze, Fu Li could read that he didn't want Song Chongsheng to find out that he woke up.

But... why.

The person you want to see is right in front of you, why don't you see it?With his backing, you can be unrestrained in the last moments of your life, why should you restrain yourself?Is it not fun to come back from the dead, or is it not important to say goodbye to loved ones?

It's hard to do.

Fu Li thought that he could not understand human beings all his life.

"Pfft——" Mu Yang searched the house for a long time just now, but couldn't find even half a tissue, so she blew her nose with the hem of her clothes, and said in a low voice, "Fuli...I suddenly feel like a queen mother."

"?" Fu Li withdrew the tactic, glanced at Mu Yang's crotch strangely, and said, "No, I don't think it's going to work."

If a good male deer doesn't do it, which nerve is wrong to want to change sex?Do you think the crotch is cumbersome?

"It does! Don't you think it looks like the Queen Mother who dismantled the CP! I hate her the most when I watch TV..." Mu Yang said with red eyes, "I didn't think there was anything at first, but after listening to him Speaking, I feel that they are so pitiful! So sad! As for us, we must separate them for work. Oh, love..."

love, love?

Fu Li frowned, realizing that the matter was not simple.

Aren't they foster fathers and sons?Shouldn't it be father-son relationship?Where does love come from?Sure enough, Mu Yang has reached the estrus period of monsters, not only wants to become a banshee, but also looks like love in everything.

What a miserable single deer.

While sighing, Song Chongsheng suddenly raised his head and asked, "Is the time almost up?"

The errand rolled out from the corner, turned the book of life and death to Song Qing's page, and said, "Yes, it's almost the hour of You, and it's time... to send the dead."

"..." Song Chongsheng's jaw was tense, and his entire eye sockets were filled with scarlet, like the last ray of setting sun before the sun was swallowed up.

He held the man's cold hand, and after a while, he could no longer maintain the hard disguise, and sighed heavily: "As expected, Ah Qing's body has long been unable to trap his soul. There is no return. Soul Art, how could he possibly wake up."

"It's okay, you take him away, take me away too." Song Chongsheng raised his hands flat and said flatly with absent-minded eyes.

Once the human soul is hooked out of the body, it becomes a dead spirit without intelligence and memory.The undead need to be led by the ghost all the way, through the seven gates that eliminate evil, cross the Santu River that symbolizes reincarnation, and cross the dry bone plain full of manjusawa.Only after the Ten Palace Wheel-Turning King judged the good and evil in his life can he embark on the last stage of this life-Naihe Bridge.

After drinking that bowl of Mengpo soup, all kinds of things in life, nothing but love and hate, pass by like a revolving lantern, forgetting the past in the blink of an eye.

The Yin messenger was in a hurry to escort Song Qing's soul back to the Wheel Hall, so he had to ask Fu Li to send Song Chongsheng to the Yan Luo Hall, and Ming Jun would handle it himself.After explaining, he led Soul and hurried out the door.

The wind blew up outside at some point, and there was a cool drizzle rushing towards her face, covering Fu Li's slender eyelashes with a layer of mist.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but through the rain curtain, Fu Li seemed to see Song Qing's soul looking back.

Fu Li also turned around.

What came into view was the bright red blessing on the door after it was wet by the rain.

Mu Yang has come to the underworld not once or twice.The boatman who went down to the Santu River to ferry, and went up to the bull-headed horse-faced gatekeeper at the gate of Yan Luodian, could not hook up with Mu Yang, and could at least speak a few words, so he was called a social genius.

So Fu Li followed Mu Yang all the way to the gate of Yan Luo Hall unimpeded.

Fu Li was very eager to study and study hard in the Jinyang branch. Not to mention a great achievement in studying elementary school textbooks, it is also very effective!As a result, I developed a habit of wanting to read when I saw a word when I was away from home.

So when he saw the huge plaque on the side entrance of Yan Luo Hall, he couldn't help but read it aloud:

"Chen Dansheng and dogs are not allowed in... Who is Chen Dansheng?"

"Cough, cough, cough." Mu Yang and the bull-headed horse faces standing on both sides of the palace gate coughed at the same time.

Fu Li: "???"

"Hey, it's Fu Li like this." Mu Yang patted Fu Li's shoulder and said, "If you want to talk about Chen Dansheng, that's another story... Let's get down to business first, and we'll talk about it next time. Say it again."

"Oh." Fu Li waved away Mu Yang's paw, and nodded dispensably.

Tsk, I don't want to say it clearly, but he's actually not very interested.

Really not, I really don't want to hear it.

Entering the Yan Luo Hall, the furnishings in the hall are not much different from those of the emperors in the world, except that the dragon pattern has been replaced with the Tingting animal pattern, and the inlay is not mainly bright yellow, but dark black occupies the main tone.

Generally speaking, it is still in line with Fu Li's imagination of Hades.

And Fu Li was also full of confidence at first, thinking that he would see a mighty and domineering Lord Ming with a long beard and drooping chest, just like the one in the New Year painting in the world, and just looking at his appearance would scare a bunch of ghosts to death.

But... He rubbed his eyes, feeling a bit unacceptable.What is going on with this short winter melon that is shorter than Shabao!

The little winter melon Mingjun wore a complicated court dress, and came towards Fuli like a fleeing groundhog, laughing while running: "Good job! As expected of a person who cultivates the world, his efficiency is high hahaha Gu is very satisfied hahaha!"

Fu Li: "..." This Lord Ming is a short-sighted person.

Mu Yang was not surprised, and took the initiative to hold Mingjun up high so that he could look down on Song Chongsheng, who was 1.8 meters tall.

"Hahahahaha Mu Yang, you are here again! Good, good, raise it higher! Let Gu think about how to punish this stinky thing who despises the majesty of the underworld!" The short winter melon stretched his neck from the court clothes, this time not Like a groundhog, like a bastard being hung by the neck.

Unaware that he had three more nicknames in an instant, Mingjun was still thinking: "Send it to the stone mill hell to push the millstone? No, no, no, there is a gorgeous ghost there recently, and ghosts who jumped from other hells are all The stone mill is about to burst... Send it to the oil pan hell to burn fire? Hmm... It's not very good, I heard that some unscrupulous ghosts abuse their power to sell fried skewers, I can't let you take advantage of it... Send it to Pound and mortar hell? But your thin arms and legs are ineffective in pounding, isn't this occupying the latrine and not shit..."

Until Mu Yang's arms started to tremble, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, the short winter melon finally decided which hell to send Song Chongsheng to, and laughed loudly:

"Hahahahahaha, I've made up my mind! I'll punish you to go to hell in the cow pit! Let you graze cows and shovel shit hahahaha! You stink to death!"

Facing the frequent laughter of the short winter melon, Fu Li had already adapted well in a short period of time, so he calmly expressed that he was going back.

"No, you can't leave yet!" Mu Yang put the dwarf wax gourd on the ground, raised her face, and stared fiercely at Fu Li, "You guys have to accompany me to Niugeng Hell, and watch me beat this stinky thing down myself! "

Just because Fu Li raised children, it doesn't mean he likes children.Especially for such an arrogant and domineering child, he wished he could send him a dynamic three-shot.So he hooked the corners of his lips, ready to ruthlessly refuse.

But the corner of the sleeve was pulled by a hand. Mu Yang didn't seem to notice Fu Li's displeasure, and said, "Okay! I haven't been to the eighteenth floor of hell yet, so I don't know if the ghosts there get along well. I heard that The ghosts who can go to the [-]th floor of hell are all social ghosts, very powerful!"

Yep, the social genius has struck again.

It was the first time for Fu Li to perform a mission, so it was really hard for Fu Li to give the impression of neglecting his duties, so he could only follow the short winter melon with a cold face, walking in hell after layer after layer.

That's right, it's going in, not down.Because the 'layer' of the eighteen layers of hell does not represent the number of layers at all, but the time of execution!

The first prison is based on 50 years in the human world, and the second prison is based on 100 years in the human world. After that, each time you go deeper, the sentence will be doubled.By analogy, the deeper you go into hell, the longer the prison term for the sinner.

The Niukeng Hell is located on the tenth floor of the eighteen hells, which is a hell for animals to avenge their grievances.If a sinner has committed animal cruelty before his death, he will be sent to the Bull Pit Hell, where he will be bumped by bull's horns and trampled by bull's hooves every day until his whole body is rotten into bloody mud.

The ghost's ability to reshape is very good, and the cattle can recover between grazing, and they will be trampled again after recovery.

Repeatedly, the pain is unspeakable.

For the sinners in Niu Pit Hell, it must be life and death.But after understanding the mechanism of Niugeng Hell, Fu Li privately thought that sending Song Chongsheng here was no different from going on vacation!

Look at these cows. If one day here is counted as 24 hours, then there are at least 23:[-] hours. These cows are working, and there is still half an hour to eat and drink.Song Chongsheng only needs to take care of this for half an hour, so he is so free.

If the cows were not given a model worker award, Fuli would complain about them.

"Hahahaha, soul-robbing stinky thing, go down!" Mingjun pushed Song Chongsheng into the haystack of Niukeng Hell with a wave of his little hand, clapping his hands and laughing, "Hahaha hit the bull's-eye, perfect! Go back to the house Hahaha!"

Mu Yang saw the legendary [-]th floor of hell, and exchanged contact information with the jailer. He was also satisfied, and turned his head to tell Fu Li to take him to another place to see.

However, he opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, he found that Fu Li, who was standing beside him just now, had disappeared at some point.

? ? ?What about people?

Mu Yang was puzzled, and shouted: "Fu Li—where did you go—Fu Li—"

"Stop shouting, I'm here."

When Mu Yang heard the familiar voice, she was overjoyed. She followed the voice and looked around, but was shocked to find that the voice came from the bottom of Niukeng Hell!

Young birthday!Fu Xiaoli, the hero of the department, and Fu Xiaoli, the light of world cultivation! He has fallen to the [-]th floor of hell!