my God

Bai Chen led the crow through the long dark passage, and then his eyes lit up, and what he saw was an endless piece of yellow sand, while the passage behind him disappeared without a trace as if it had never appeared before.

"It's lifeless and lifeless. It's the realm of the underworld." Standing on Bai Chen's shoulder, the crow shook its feathers and said disgustedly.

"This is just the bardo realm." After Bai Chen finished speaking, he continued to walk forward.

In an instant, a bell rang, and the sound was long and distant.

The crow listened for a while with its head tilted, and said, "Deceptive! Is it to hypnotize ghosts?"

"It's a guide." Bai Chen replied, then walked towards the hazy white mist ahead, and stepped into it without hesitation.

After getting out of the white mist, a river of fog blocked the way, and a stone bridge appeared on the river.

"Naihe Bridge?" The crow looked at it for a while and then guessed the name of the bridge.

Bai Chen hummed, walked up the stone bridge, passed through the thick fog on the bridge, and walked to the opposite bank.

Two ghost messengers were guarding the stone railing at the head of the bridge. After hearing the movement, they all raised their heads and looked over.When they saw Bai Chen's face clearly, they were all shocked.

"He, he, isn't he the one who came to make trouble 12 years ago?" One of the ghost messengers pointed at Bai Chen and stammered.

"Go!" The other pulled him up and ran.

The two disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Crow turned her head to look at Bai Chen, and said, "I see you are quite famous."

Thinking of those past events, Bai Chen couldn't help but smile, and said, "I've been here a few times."

Every time for the ones you love.

"It is indeed right to ask you to be a tour guide." Crow also replied with a smile.

Bai Chen walked down the bridge, stood still, and asked, "Can you sense where he is?"

The crow narrowed its eyes and looked slowly from left to right, then pointed to the front right with its wings, and said, "That!"

***

Song Yan has been hiding in Tibet for two days, and he almost forgot that there is such a thing as hunger after being here for so long, and today he suddenly felt a little hungry.

He did the math, today should be his "first seven", no wonder he was hungry.After a person dies, it's okay if the grave is rounded up three days after the funeral, but if the ghosts don't come back, they will be hungry, and if they don't keep them all, something will happen.

Song Yan is not really dead, so naturally no one will give him a grave.

While sighing, he wondered what was going on with his body. If he didn't go back, he might really be a ghost.

He was hiding in a corner to rest, when suddenly he heard a fluttering sound from above his head.

Looking up, a black bird landed on the wall beside him.

"Shenjun?!" Song Yan let out a low cry of surprise and joy.

The crow gave him a cold look, and said, "You've got the wrong person."

Well, hearing his tone is definitely angry.

Song Yan stood up and stood in front of it, all the grievances and panic rushed into his heart, and he choked with sobs when he spoke again: "Shenjun, my master..."

Shenjun originally planned to hit him with a lot of scolding and reprimanding words, but in the end, seeing his sad and helpless expression, all the shells fell silent in an instant.

"Let's go back and talk about it." After the crow said something, it lightly flew down on his shoulder, and its wings slid down from his head, as if stroking his head to comfort him.

Song Yan walked out of the alley under the crow's guidance, and then saw Bai Chen guarding the alley entrance.

Song Yan immediately bowed his hands to thank him, Bai Chen nodded lightly, and the two immediately rushed towards Naihe Bridge.

When they came to the bridge, they were not surprised to see a few government officials waiting there.There were eight people in total, each wearing a black bunt uniform, holding a ghost-headed long knife in his hand, and his face was even more pale and frightening because of the murderous look.

The crow turned to Bai Chen and said, "Don't get involved in this karma, I'll stop them, you take him away."

"Okay." Bai Chen didn't refuse, and immediately agreed.

Song Yan looked at the crow worriedly, and said in a low voice, "Can you do it alone? I'll stay with you. I've already beaten two before, and it's not too late to hit a few more..."

"If you delay any longer, you will die!" Crow gave him a blank look, "Hurry up and go!"

Song Yan knew that he was no match for him, so he nodded in agreement.

The crow flew into the air in an instant, spread its wings, and shot at the servants with countless black feathers.Hearing the sound of the feathers breaking through the air, the yamen servants knew that they were either killed or injured, and immediately brandished their long knives to block.

The sound of jingling and clanging continued for a while, and the eight people beside the bridge were in a hurry.

After Bai Chen grabbed a gap, he grabbed Song Yan's wrist and pulled him towards the bridge.

"Don't let them run away!: A ghost messenger hurriedly yelled when he saw this, and several of them wanted to stop them immediately.

The crow shook its wings, and dozens of black feathers shot at those people, stopping their progress.

"You can catch people after they run away. Let's take this bird down first!" A ghost messenger, probably the captain, suddenly shouted such a sentence, and all the ghost messengers surrounded the crow.

"See if I'll blow your mind away!" The crow instantly swelled up, its wings covered the sky like dark clouds, blocking the hazy skylight.

A powerful and incomparable breath overwhelmed the sky, and the eight ghost messengers immediately had their hearts pounding in their throats, and belatedly realized that they seemed to have annoyed some great guy.

Just when a massacre was about to start, a ghost messenger ran towards the place in the distance and shouted: "Stop!"

The ghost messengers said to themselves: Stop it?Can you see we can move?

The ghost messenger was wearing an official robe, which was different from the outfits of the eight people, and he looked like a leader.

The leader ran up to the eight people and reprimanded them: "What are you all doing here? Spread out!"

The eight ghost messengers were suddenly reprimanded, but they didn't dare to refute. Under tremendous pressure, they slowly retreated behind the leader.

The leader raised his head and rushed towards the big black bird in the air, cupping his hands and saying apologetically, "What an offense! Please go slowly!"

The crow circled in the air, glared at them, changed back to its normal figure, and then plunged into the thick fog on the bridge.

Seeing it go, the leader wiped the cold sweat off his forehead in fear.

"Boss, what's the origin of that bird?" The other ghost messengers also understood at this time, the bird didn't even dare to mess with the boss.

"Who is the most powerful in the bird clan?" The leader gave him a sideways look, because he blamed them for causing trouble, and his tone was not very good.

"Of course it's the Phoenix family!" The ghost messenger replied.

The leader immediately saw that there was a chestnut on his head, and cursed: "Didn't you know that there is also the Jinwu clan?"

The ghost guard was taken aback for a moment, and said blankly, "Didn't someone shoot them to death?"

The leader sighed, and said: "Isn't there one left? Even the higher-ups feel that they owe him and dare not control him. It's good for you, and dare to stop him? If this was in Yangjian, you would have been burned to the ground. left!"

The two ghosts who took the lead defended weakly: "Isn't it that it wants to take people away? Don't we have regulations to strictly guard against..."

"Can you use your brain when something happens?" The leader said sadly, "Is the man he took away from the underworld? Have you registered with the Yasi? What happened before he returned?"

After the leader finished speaking, he sighed and shook his head and left, and the other eight people hurriedly followed.

The leader said in his heart: You don't know, the one he took away is not simple!I don't know if he will report to the underworld or go to the higher authorities...

***

Song Yan and Bai Chen were running on a small road, which he was familiar with, and it was the mountain road leading to the mountain temple.

He glanced back from time to time as he ran to see if the crow had caught up.

Finally, he couldn't help asking, "Is he going to be okay?"

Bai Chen is a god, so Song Yan was running, but he was walking slowly beside him like a stroll in a garden.Hearing this, he replied unhurriedly: "It's okay, it's his avatar who came here, even if he dies, it will only hurt his spiritual sense a little bit."

"What's that?" A displeased voice came from above, Song Yan and Bai Chen looked up and saw a crow flying above their heads.

"Shenjun, are you okay?" Song Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing it.

"Go back and settle the score with you!" The crow glared at him fiercely, then swooped down suddenly, grabbed his shoulder with its claws and lifted him up.

Song Yan knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't struggle, and let him do what he did.So after a while, he was caught by the crow and flew up the mountain - he thought he was running slowly!

After the crow took him back to the bedroom and threw him on the person lying on the kang, Song Yan felt his consciousness suddenly cut off. When he opened his eyes again, he found that his body was very heavy and he couldn't move freely.

He rolled his eyes and looked to the side, and the first thing he saw was Shenjun's stinky face.

"Seven-day trip to the underworld, is it fun?" Shenjun asked through gritted teeth.

Song Yan lowered his eyelids, and said stubbornly: "In order to save Master, I will go all the way to heaven and earth."

"Heh...you really are a filial disciple!" Shen Jun continued to sarcastically.

Song Yan turned his face away, neither looking at him nor speaking.

After seven days, his body has lost a lot of weight.Yan Yun didn't know how to cook, so he could only listen to Bai Chen's instructions, washed the egg water with boiling water, added some sugar, and fed it to Song Yan's mouth.But Song Yan's body couldn't move, and he couldn't swallow much. If Bai Chen hadn't given him some blood, he wouldn't even be able to hold his breath.

Looking at Song Yan's haggard face and thin body, Shenjun suppressed his anger and said: "You know that I am about to leave the customs, why don't you wait for me to go out and discuss with me before going down?"

He was never so angry that he caused any trouble, but that he made his own decisions regardless of the danger.

Facing his questioning, Song Yan suddenly felt a little guilty, and replied in a low voice: "I was too anxious at the time, I forgot about this..."

Who can bear the sudden news of Master's death?

Shenjun only felt that the anger in his chest was getting stronger.Is the smelly old man the most important thing?

"It won't happen next time..." Song Yan added.

Shenjun's anger that was about to rush to the top of his head suddenly dropped again.

"Eat first." Shen Jun said and stretched out his hand in front of him, in the palm of which was a handful of dried mulberries.

Song Yan was so hungry that his chest was sticking to his back, and he didn't care what he was eating, so he slowly raised an arm and stuffed a dried mulberry into his mouth.

Biting, biting, biting again, it didn't move.The dried mulberry was too hard, and he didn't have much strength, so he couldn't eat it!

Shenjun glanced at him, put a handful of dried mulberries into his mouth, chewed them up a few times, leaned over, and fed them into his mouth with his four lips together.

Song Yan: "..."