Modern Little Town God

Ruan Jiao stepped on it without hesitation.

All of a sudden, a low ghost cry sounded, and there were traces of complaints, I don't know where it came from, but it just lingered in my ears, and I couldn't ignore it no matter what, as if trying to shake the walking Their hearts and minds made them feel confused, and unconsciously they only knew to move forward.

But Ruan Jiao didn't pay attention to these so-called ghost cries, he directly looked down at the road.

It's very old, but it's not that natural, but it seems to be crushed by something very powerful, deforming the whole road, revealing some tiny holes inside, and the sound of those crying ghosts seems to be hovering in these holes Thousands of years, released when people walked up, made people feel a kind of shock from the bottom of their hearts.

Ruan Jiao carefully observed the deformed road surface, but couldn't tell what caused it, as if a huge force generated out of thin air ran over it.From ancient times to the present, Huangquan Road seems dilapidated, but its firmness is by no means comparable to that of steel alloys. Even if the gods fight wildly on the road, it is impossible to cause any harm—it is a part of the underworld. It is something that seems to be a substance but not a substance, something that seems illusory but not illusory—then only the will of the world can make it become like this.In other words, it is something that neither manpower nor divine power can resist.

He thought, probably at the moment those gods fell, Huangquan Road also collapsed.

After reading it, Ruan Jiao strode forward again in order to save time.

I don't know how long I walked, it should have been for a while, and it seemed like a long time. Gradually, two upright pillars appeared in front of me. There was a trace of blood red in the blackness, as if blood was flowing on them. There was also a black sign that fell down and broke into several pieces, on which one could vaguely see the word "ghost" written in a horrifying and bloody character.

Ruan Jiao suddenly came to his senses, rushed over, and used his feet to lift off the other fragments of the black card, and pieced it together a little bit. Sure enough, it was written with the three characters of "Ghost Gate".

The ghost gate was also destroyed, but there was nothing surprising about it.

After the ghost gate, there is Fengdu City.

Ruan Jiao took a deep breath, took out the seal of the city god, and lightly inhaled on the fragments of the black card—the complete ghost gate material, even the city god of the capital can't take it casually, let alone he is just a city god?But the ruined underworld and the broken ghost gate plaque are different.

What happened next also proved that Ruan Jiao's idea was correct. In an instant, thousands of divine powers were consumed, and those pieces were just sucked in by the seal of the city god.

Ruan Jiao looked inside and saw that the fragments were gathered together like a plaque, but it seemed that there was some force that repelled their recombination, so it could only be like a plaque. In fact, it was still just fragments .He thought, this is fine, if it is complete, it has nothing to do with him, and the fragments can be put to good use - after all, it is a plaque of the gate of hell.

The gate of hell was closed except for two pillars and a few pieces of broken wood. Ruan Jiao passed between the two pillars, and suddenly saw a large open space like a plain, lingering with a faint gray mist.After a little perception, this mist is the soul energy that no longer has any memory fragments, and even this kind of soul energy does not know what ghost it is from. to any information.

Ruan Jiao sighed softly and walked forward quietly.

There are countless sands and soils piled up on the plain, most of which have been turned into dust. After the wind blows, they rise up with the wind. It seems that after countless years have passed, there are still helpless ghosts hiding in the wind and sand, crying out for something...

Ruan Jiao looked to both sides as he walked.

Fengdu City was also destroyed, all of them were destroyed. In my nagging memory, it should have been a huge ghost town formed by clusters of buildings. Temporary ghosts came and went, waiting to be reincarnated, or still reluctant to let go. Yang Shi lived here temporarily.

The buildings here are probably not that strong. After the devastating force came, the bustling ghost town has almost disappeared.And the buildings that were truly built by divine power and truly belonged to the underworld still have... ruins.

Ruan Jiao stopped and looked towards the ruined walls ahead.

Senluo Hall is divided into ten halls, and the ten halls are in charge of Yan Luo, so it is also called Yan Luo Hall.

In the first hall, King Qin Guang judges the merits and demerits of life and death, and those who should be reincarnated will be sent to the tenth hall to arrange reincarnation, while other sinners will be dealt with by Yan Luo in the second to ninth halls. , Yan Luo of the eight halls is in charge of hells, big and small, and has some other responsibilities, each of which is different.

Up to now, even in the famous ten temples of Senluo, some of them still have half of the quaint walls, some of them are left with some bricks and tiles with strong divine power, and some of them are left with some instruments with meager divine power.

None of the truly powerful and mighty ones remained, and what remained were probably only tiny things.

Ruan Jiao stood for a while, rolled up his sleeves, and got busy in the ruins.

For him, a poor city god, even the bricks, tiles and mud of Senluo Ten Temples are useful. Obviously, the underworld will not be rebuilt again, and he will not waste these things. It is always useful to take them back...

Ruan Jiao used up to [-] to [-] of his divine power to collect everything he could take away into the City God's Seal, and now, he only has a little over [-] of his divine power left.He paused, and couldn't help but secretly feel thankful. Fortunately, he listened to his senior and didn't come to the underworld with only tens of thousands of divine power left. He went back early... He couldn't go to the place where hell was.It's different now, with one hundred thousand divine powers, he can try it out no matter what.

Before he knew it, Ruan Jiao had crossed the entire Fengdu city, and then saw the exit of the city gate, and there were only lonely pillars left, but the traces left on the pillars were mottled, as if they could bring people back to the city. Hundreds of years ago in ancient times, one can imagine ghosts flickering at that time, black and white fuzzy shadows beckoned the evil ghosts who had been interrogated, and there were ghosts leading reincarnated people towards another ghost. Walk in the same direction, slowly walk up another Huangquan Road, and at the end, you will see the surging blood of the Yellow River, and see countless ghosts crying in the water, and you will all get on the Naihe Bridge...

But that's just imagination.

Ruan Jiao sighed and walked along this Huangquan Road.

It is still the same road that has been run over and deformed as before. You can pick up a few broken Huangquan stones and put them into the seal of the city god.The previous Huangquan Road led to the gate of ghosts, allowing ghosts to enter Fengdu City, but this Huangquan Road is for ghosts to go towards the Wangchuan River after being judged.

On both sides of this Huangquan Road, there are many dry stems and leaves, and dried and cracked petals. This is the scenery that can only be seen on this road. In the heyday, it should be a large number of Bana flowers. The fragrance of the flowers is floating, and the ghosts who smell the fragrance It will become muddled, and the past will slowly become blurred. If you don’t try hard to recall, it will become the wind without a trace. There are many strong emotions in this fragrance. If it is not unforgettable, you will slowly miss the old Like the photo, faded.

At the end of Huangquan Road, the blood-yellow river is the Wangchuan River. If the souls who jump into the river can endure the pain of being bitten, they can get a token that allows revenge, and let the ghosts with great hatred... Escort back to Yangshi for revenge; or what they seek is not revenge but memory too deep to forget, after many years, they can get rid of Meng Po Tang; Wang Chuanhe returned to Yangshi.

But, this is all in the past.

What appeared before Ruan Jiao's eyes was a dry riverbed, without a drop of water in it, leaving only blood-yellow, dry soil. That was because the river had been evaporated dry. What is it called Wangchuan River?

Ruan Jiao walked up to the river bed, collected some blood-yellow soil, and returned to the bank.

On this wide river, there is a bridge extending. Looking from this side of the river bank to the opposite side, it doesn't seem too wide. At least when looking at it, you can easily see the scene on the other side of the river.But he knew that on such a narrow bridge, no ghosts can pass side by side, they can only move forward one by one, and no matter how many ghosts there are, this bridge can accommodate them, allowing countless ghosts to pass through it continuously .

This bridge is Naihe Bridge.

But it still passed.

The current Naihe Bridge is broken.

Ruan Jiao sighed, his body rose into the air, and slowly floated towards the opposite side.

There is no obstacle, but when crossing the river, it seems that you can still hear the ghost crying, and nothing can shake him or anything.

On the opposite side of the Naihe Bridge is a high platform. At the head of the bridge in front stands a stone, which is the Sansheng Stone—unfortunately, it was also broken into stone powder. Ruan Jiao collected the stone powder and kept it with the seal of the city god; and this high platform itself is the Wangxiang Terrace. , when the ghost came here, there was still some clarity, and he could turn his head and take a last look at the people in the Yang world that he was thinking about, and express his last thoughts-but although it did not collapse, it seemed to be split in the middle by a sharp sword There are several hideous cracks, as if you will step on the air and fall if you are not careful; there is a small pavilion next to the Wangxiang Terrace, which has collapsed, and only a little trace of the pavilion can be seen. There is a mark of the bottom of the pot inside. That was probably Po Meng's soup pot, but now, not to mention Po Meng and Po Meng's soup, even the soup pot is gone.

Along the way, nothing remained complete. The more Ruan Jiao watched, the heavier his heart became. He only felt that this huge underworld was deserted. After watching it for a long time, there was a kind of silent sadness and a strong feeling. ...powerless, feeling small.

Ruan Jiao let out a breath and walked through the ruins of Meng Poting.

In front of this, there is another road, but if you look carefully, this road looks like one, and different ghosts walk up it, but it leads to different places.

One of them is the destination of his trip, the eighteen hells, and the other is the place where most ghosts should go, the roulette in charge of reincarnation.

Ruan Jiao closed his eyes to perceive, and the road in front of him became two.

The one on the left seems to have opened its mouth wide, and countless painful ghost howls can be heard, which can make people's brains hurt, and they can't extricate themselves... It can't be wrong, he looked solemn, protected his body with divine power, and rushed quickly past.