Changsheng coffin shop

The whole hell.

In addition to the Ksitigarbha being able to say a word, it can be said that it is the word of the eighth master.

The King of Ghosts has been sleeping for so many years, he is in charge of the underworld alone, and Yama of the Ten Temples is like mustard dust in his eyes, and he dare not speak loudly to him, let alone refute him.

Yin Cha laughed dryly, as a little god promoted by Ba Ye, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and pass on their words.

Fortunately, Fan Lan didn't say anything more, and didn't mean to blame him, and kept walking.

Each of the [-] floors of hell has a judge come out to greet him, respectfully follow on the right side, and carefully explain the situation of ghosts being tortured and reincarnated.

Fan Lan nodded slightly but didn't speak. The judge looked at the errand and saw him shake his head, but he didn't dare to ask this great god and condescension what he was doing in this dirty place.

He comes in person?

There is no certainty about bad things, but there are definitely no good things. This is the master who coughed and the hell shook his entire place. For a moment, everyone looked at Fan Lan in fear as he went forward one by one.

When they arrived at the Blood Pool Hell, the screaming and screaming that had been soaring to the sky stopped instantly.

The errand wiped off his cold sweat, thinking that you all know how to be afraid, why were you not afraid when you did bad things in your lifetime.

Fan Lan walked over, stopped in front of the blood pool, stretched out his right hand from his sleeve, and when Yin Cha discovered his purpose, he exclaimed: "Ba Ye!"

He stood forward and said cautiously, "Is there anything weird?"

Fan Lan withdrew her hand and looked at the floating ghosts in the pool of blood, there was an almost imperceptible aura more fierce than ghosts.

It is definitely not something that ordinary ghosts can have.

"Fan Lan." A slightly deep voice came from behind him, and the whole cold and smelly Blood Pool Hell seemed to be suddenly enveloped by a warm sunshine.

Fan Lan turned her head and looked at the man strolling over. He was holding a Buddhist bead, his hair was snow-white, there was a red mark on his forehead, and he was wearing a cassock that was extremely clean.

He nodded slightly.

The judges saluted together: "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

Fan Lan had already got the answer she wanted, so she didn't continue to scare the gangsters here, and left with Ksitigarbha.

The yin guard heaved a sigh of relief, watching the judge next to him silently wipe off the cold sweat, and supported his shoulders with weak legs: "My mother, you said that the eighth master is all right to check what hell, I was so scared that the ghosts disappeared. .”

The judge tapped the pen in his hand, shook his head thoughtfully, and didn't say what was in his heart.

When he saw Ba Ye reaching out to grab the blood pool just now, the emotion flashed in his eyes, it should be that there is something strange about the blood pool.

More than that, there should be a problem with the underworld.

**

Xie Mian and Mu Yao chased after him for a long time, through the messy streets, avoiding the little girl handing out leaflets everywhere.

This street is a collection of every characteristic of being dirty and chaotic. The trash cans at the entrances of the shops are full of garbage, the loudspeakers are playing deafening singing, and some have put up shelves to dry salted fish on the side of the road.

Xie Mian chased Yan Lingniao while pushing away the soliciting boss.

Two legs are not as good as those with wings, Xie Mian can only let Mu Yao pass first, and then follow his own position.

Probably blocked it successfully, Xie Mian saw that the red dot on the phone did not move, and it was located near a famous haunted house in this city.

He detoured two alleys, took a shortcut to the haunted house, and pressed his knees for breath out of breath.

Mu Yao smiled and helped him up: "Boss is physically strong."

Xie Mian couldn't straighten her back, and waved her hands twice with difficulty: "Where is the bird?"

Mu Yao snorted, and pointed to the haunted house: "We flew in, can we go in?"

From the time when she was halfway along, she realized that this broken bird seemed to lure them over rather than fleeing for its life.

She had a bad premonition, Xie Mian groaned, and took a while to stand up straight: "Try it, the wordless ghost book is still there, I need to get it back."

"Call Ming Qiu and ask him to pay attention to the coffin shop. We're not here, and neither is Qiye and Fan Lan. I'm afraid someone will sneak in."

Mu Yao nodded, took out her mobile phone and dialed the number, thought for a long time but no one answered, her brows got closer and closer, and she dialed again, still no one answered.

She went to call Xiao Shan again, but someone picked up Xiao Shan's call.

Mu Yao breathed a sigh of relief: "Baby, go to the next door to see if your elder brother Mingqiu has fallen asleep, and later sister will bring you a box of apples..."

"Mu Yao."

!

The slender fingers tightly clenched the phone, and the bright red nails made the phone squeak, which was harsh, and his eyes instantly turned cold.

"Where is Xiao Shan?" Mu Yao asked coldly.

Xie Mian was startled, and looked at her.

Mu Yao is usually very naughty, there is no one in the whole coffin shop that she dare not joke with, no matter how dangerous the situation is, she can tell it.

Never had such a cold expression.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear the sound of her gnashing of teeth.

"What's wrong?" Xie Mian asked.

Mu Yao frowned, and said coldly into the phone: "If you fucking dare to touch their two hairs, I will lift up your ancestral graves and let your ancestors come out to bask in the sun for generations, and you will never be reborn forever." .”

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone viciously.

Xie Mian: "..."

Mu Yao put away her phone, took a deep breath, probably felt uneasy for a long time, turned her head to Xie Mian and asked, "Do you think he is an idiot?"

Xie Mian didn't know who the other party was, so it was difficult to answer this question. After thinking about it, he chose a compromise question: "Are Xiao Shan and Ming Qiu okay?"

Mu Yao nodded, "It should be fine for the time being."

Xie Mian said in his heart, "Oh, it seems that this idiot is not a idiot who is going to die, but there is still salvation, and said with a little relief: "Then go in quickly, maybe you can find some news about Qiye."

Mu Yao hummed and said, "Okay."

This haunted house is still a very famous place to visit. The theme is the [-]th floor of hell. If you want to go in, you have to buy tickets, [-] per person.

After the two of them swiped their tickets at the turnstile and entered, there was a long corridor with pale lights and a lot of imitation Bana flowers planted on the ground.

Looking at it, it looked like blood was splashed all over the ground.

As an accountant, Mu Yao has no income all the year round, so he asked unwillingly: "Boss, do you think these people are cheap? If we stay in a funeral chain hotel for seven days, we will send you a one-day tour to the underworld. If they don't come, come to this fake thing?"

Xie Mian was silent for two seconds.

Girl, visiting the fake hell is exciting, visiting the real hell is killing you, but anyone with the slightest brain should not live with you.

I have never heard of opening a hotel with a funeral theme.

"Who came up with this theme?"

Mu Yao said, "Fan Lan."

Xie Mian:?

"Oh, that was the only project he spoke that was unanimously approved. We all agreed that this idea was unprecedented. He finally had a little bit of use for the coffin shop."

"..."

"Otherwise, he would have been kicked out a long time ago, wasting food."

The two walked forward while talking, and there was a black one on the ground. I don't know if it was glass or crystal. It stood on the ground with its teeth bared, twisting and twisting into the shape of a river.

Something flashed through Xie Mian's mind, he shook his head trying to grasp it, and subconsciously clenched his fingers.

There seemed to be two people, one was dressed in pitch black, with long hair, almost hidden in the night.

One is very blurry, you can't see clearly, but you can vaguely see the white plum blossoms embroidered on the cuffs.

"You came back this time, and your hostility is even heavier." The voice was very soft and far away, and it took almost all of my strength to hear a vague tone.

"Some people and ghosts are not invincible. You should try to give them a chance to atone for their mistakes."

"Can beheading make you feel calm..."

"Boss." Mu Yao walked and there was no one behind him, she turned her head and saw that she was in a daze, she yelled twice but there was no response.

"Boss?" She reached out and patted his shoulder, Xie Mian came back to her senses, and was at a loss for a moment: "What, what's wrong?"

Mu Yao frowned and looked at his expression, he seemed to be in a bad mood, and said worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

Xie Mian shook her head: "It's okay, let's go on."

The two walked past the black "river", and he casually glanced there again, feeling that this place was a bit familiar, as if he had been to such a place before.

But he is most afraid of ghosts, and he must have never been to a haunted house before.

Many people came to experience it, Xie Mian and Mu Yao walked in the middle, looking at the naked ghosts kneeling in the ice and snow on both sides.

The corpse was generally stiff but swollen to the extreme, and the skin was covered with frozen blisters, which looked horrible at first glance.

Xie Mian sucked in a breath of cold air, couldn't bear to look directly, turned his eyes away and walked forward, what he saw was even more miserable than the one just now, the body covered with blisters was layer upon layer and gave birth to new ones again, and when it swelled to the point that it couldn't grow any bigger, it looked like a It was suddenly squeezed and ruptured, and the whole body seemed to be torn open with a huge wound.

The flesh sores alternated with nausea.

From here, there are heart-piercing screams, the bodies of those ghosts are very real, and the miserable cries one after another, the scalp of the listener is numb.

The visitors pointed inside and told their friends that this is the hell shown in TV dramas, and it would be terrible if it really existed.

Because Xie Mian and Mu Yao wanted to check the spirit bird, the main purpose was not to visit, so they walked faster than others. When they reached the seventh level of hell, Xie Mian's fingers suddenly went numb.

A ghost suddenly grabbed his hand.

Half of his head was smashed, and bug-sized babies crawled out of his eye sockets, scrambling to devour his brains and flesh.

Xie Mian was terrified for three seconds, gritted his teeth so as not to scream, Mu Yao flicked the silver whip, and he shrank back with a scream.

wrong.

Xie Mian looked at Mu Yao's expression of shock, and said in unison: "The ghost here is real!"