Evil Doctor [Quick Transmigration]

The miasma filled the air, the air was turbid and humid, and from time to time, red-eyed crows and sparrows flew past, making a mournful cry as if their throats were sealed by rust, and clusters of misty white mist shrouded it, and the cold air was threatening.

Passing through the white mist, a magnificent ancient archway suddenly appeared, with three powerful characters written on it - Ghost Gate Pass.

This is the pass where the yin and yang worlds meet. There are several ghost gate guards standing on the left and right, checking the ghosts who come to report one by one.

The number of deaths in Yangjian is controlled every year, so the work of the ghost gate is relatively easy. In the off-season, the guards of the ghost gate can still be lazy and drink alcohol.

But today, something went wrong, hundreds of dead ghosts suddenly appeared before the gate of hell.

A dense crowd of ghosts blocked in front of the gate of ghosts, and some of the familiar ones even started fighting.

A fat ghost with ragged clothes and a round belly pinched a tall, thin and pale ghost, and said angrily, "It turned out to be you! It was you who had an affair with my mother-in-law that caused me to choke to death on tofu!"

The tall and thin ghost shook his head like a rattle: "It's not me, it's not me, brother, you've got the wrong person."

"I don't listen, I don't listen!" The fat ghost shook violently, "It's you, it's you, it's you!"

There are also friendly exchanges:

A young man with a pale face and a vain body asked another man who died in a similar manner: "This young man is so young, why did he die?"

The man replied: "Die under the peony flower."

"Zuisheng building?"

"Zuisheng Building."

The two souls looked at each other and smiled, and became confidants.

And those who saw the business opportunity and took the opportunity to sell things: "Girl, do you want to buy incense? My family's incense is made through 99 secret processes. After lighting it, even Liu Xiahui will not be able to control you..."

There are also old souls who have been in the world for many years and happen to meet family members who have just come to the underworld to report, hugging and crying.

The originally orderly team of new souls was disturbed in a mess, and the underworld servants tried their best to suppress them with chains, but they had little effect.

This group of ghost gate guards also has more than 100 years of work experience. In the past 100 years, it is the first time they have encountered such a traffic crash.

The ghost gate guards looked at each other:

"W-what's the matter?"

"My God, it's the first time I've seen anything like this since I've been on errand!"

An experienced old guard stroked his gray beard and said, "They have a faint golden light on them, so they should have been saved."

Another guard took up the conversation: "There are so many ghosts, which are larger than the specifications of the ten-direction transcendence. Before doing this kind of ritual, shouldn't we say hello to the underworld and let us prepare in advance?"

The old guard frowned: "Which mage is it, so messed up!"

"Don't talk, don't talk, come and organize it, it's going to be a mess here."

The new head of the guard was so frightened that his head fell to the ground. He was afraid that he would lose his job right after taking office. He tremblingly picked up his head and put it on his neck. Sixteen ghost kings.

After hearing the report, the ghost kings put down their work and went to check in front of the gate. They were also dumbfounded.

A huge ghost king with a red complexion and a chain in his hand took the lead, and shouted loudly: "Silence!"

This sound was rough and deep, like a torrent of bells, coming out along the gate of hell like a storm, echoing in the sound of the wind.

If the ghosts still had eardrums, they would have been shattered by now.

Sixteen vicious ghost kings appeared one after another, and they stood apart one word at a time. The originally noisy ghost gate was cleared up instantly, and no one dared to risk themselves.

The Crimson Ghost King looked at the chief guard, and said in a deep voice: "Quickly report to the Department of Yin Law, and apply for the guards from the underworld to suppress it."

A quarter of an hour later, the Yinlu Department rushed over with several teams of Yinmen.

The Department of Yinlu is wearing a red robe and a black gauze hat on his head. Long black hair with a texture like silk falls down his shoulders and behind his back. His collar is wide open. There is a blood-red Bana flower tattooed on his neck. His face is like a crown jade, porcelain white. Flawless, her gaze seemed to contain morning stars, and there was a cold light shining in front of this dark mansion.

Two big men with spears in their hands, one with a bull's head and the other with a horse's head, followed closely behind him, making him even more chic and astonishing.

Holding the Book of Life and Death in his left hand and the Soul Evoking Pen in his right, the Department of the Yin Law calmly issued an order: "Move them to the ghost city first."

The servants listened to the order and acted immediately.

After passing the ghost gate, there is a floating ghost city. This ghost city is built by the underworld to accommodate ghosts who cannot be reincarnated temporarily due to various reasons, and is used for emergencies—dynasty changes, natural and man-made disasters, and once large-scale wars break out, a large number of dead souls will die. extradited here.

The ghost town is about the size of a small town, and it is well planned. There are red lanterns suspended every fifteen feet on the street. The bottom of the ghost town is deep and dark, and no one knows what is below.

A wide road full of red Bana flowers stretches from the ghost town to the other side of the darkness. The road is full of petals and is shining bright red.

The Department of Yin Law calmly arranged the task, leaving the bull-headed and horse-faced supervisor, and picked up a few ghosts by himself, and went to the Palace of Hades together.

Several little ghosts shivered and knelt in front of the King of Hell's hall, with their heads between their arms, and they didn't dare to look up at the Lord of Hell sitting in the hall.

He only heard a low and cold voice asking: "What's going on here, to be honest."

The little ghosts were dripping with cold sweat, several voices merged together, and they replied tremblingly: "The little people used to hide in the deserted cemetery on the outskirts of Lin'an City. Today, on the first day of the new year, we went to the ghost market together. An eminent monk fighting..."

After listening to them, the Department of Yinlu asked the Yincha to bring Guixiu and Doctor Ye mentioned by the little ghosts to the front of the hall.

After questioning, the truth came out.

It turned out to be a monk who took over an entire ghost market, as well as lonely ghosts that ghost cultivators had accumulated for more than two hundred years.

Hades stretched out his hand to randomly touch the air, and a curtain appeared out of thin air, on which appeared the deserted cemetery that the little devils said. Under the cold and silent world, a monk in black robe stood tall, and beside him stood a red-haired fox. The demon, the fox demon is holding a snow leopard demon in its arms.

The monk raised his jaw towards the little fox: "Turn around."

The little fox widened his eyes and said, "What are you doing?"

"Take off your clothes." The monk untied the tie of his cloak and said calmly, "Do not despise evil."

The little fox "squeezed" his face so familiar, he pulled the little snow leopard in his arms away, and covered the little snow leopard's eyes.

The monk's slender fingers pulled randomly, revealing a chest with smooth lines and tight muscles. On the white skin, there was a black totem spreading from his chest to his neck, like a black mandala vine, tightly fettering his body. Body.

The monk looked down at his shoulder, and murmured in a low voice: "Most of them have disappeared. It seems that the feedback from saving the undead is not bad."

Hades, who accidentally witnessed this scene, rubbed his temples. The handsome face behind the bead curtain was full of embarrassment, and he hummed softly: "The merits of saving so many undead are immeasurable, and naturally it can offset most of them."

The monk quickly tidied up his clothes, and said to the little fox, "Let's go."

The picture stopped abruptly, but Yan Wang had already recognized An Rong.

An Rong once went to the underworld. He died unexpectedly, and he was cursed by all the people, but in fact he had great merit.

Before the king of hell made a decision, a errand suddenly ran in in a panic, because he ran too hastily, he tripped and fell to the ground, and after rolling around, he "plopped" and knelt down in front of the king of hell: "Lord hell! The big thing is not good! The snow mountain in Luo country has collapsed! Many people died under the mountain!"

"what!"

Yan Wang opened the bead curtain in front of him, revealing an extremely handsome face. He has a pair of dark eyes, heroic sword eyebrows slanted into his temples, thin lips, and his complexion is not very good-looking at this time, which makes him even more imposing. pressing.

Yincha lay tremblingly on the ground, gasping for breath, not daring to answer, until Yinlusi frowned and kicked his ass, then he stammered: "I don't know which expert...the expert, To practice formation formations in the Snowy Mountains, nailing the formation eyes to the dragon marrow of Luo Kingdom's dragon veins..."

"As soon as the dragon marrow was broken, the Snow Mountain collapsed! Several villages under the mountain were buried in one go!"

"Not only that..." The errand swallowed his saliva and kowtowed on the ground vigorously, "It also caused the weather in that area to be abnormal...extremely cold..."

Yan Wang slapped the desk hard, and said: "What a master, I think he is a fool!"

"Department of Yin Law, go to extradition quickly!"

The guards on both sides hurriedly persuaded: "Yan Wangye, the ghost city has just taken in a large number of dead souls, and now it is a mess. There are too many places to use the book of life and death. The Department of Yin Law can't leave!"

Yan Wang rubbed the center of his brows and shouted: "Black and white are impermanent!"

Two tall and thin figures came out from the side of the hall, one in black robes and the other in white robes, with white faces and long tongues, and tall hats, holding a mourning stick and bowing to Hades, loudly said: "Here!"

The Department of Yin Law took a step forward, considering his tone: "Yan Wang, the situation is serious this time, I am afraid that I am not competent in black and white."

But at this time, other cadres in Nether Prison were overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of ghosts, and ordinary errands could not extradite so many ghosts.

Hades pondered for a moment, his eyes darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "Black and white are impermanent, you take a team of shackles, go to monk An Rong, and ask him to help you extradite the souls of the snow disaster."

"The basket he poked out will naturally be cleaned up together."

When the underworld was in chaos, Bai Ze and the little fox returned to the inn and removed the ghost energy sealed outside the inn.

Without the maintenance of longevity pills, Yan Jin's body lost its temperature, and its rosy face also turned pale, like a faded flower.

The little fox couldn't bear to see her being randomly thrown into the mass grave, and quietly took her body away, carefully placed it in the cold pool of his own cave, maintained the body with demonic power, and planned to choose a geomantic treasure land someday, Bury her well.

So far, Yan Jin, the oiran of Zui Sheng Lou who was once famous, disappeared mysteriously.

Countless romantic talents have dreamed of Yan Jin, and wrote beautiful poems one after another. Storytellers contributed their own brains, compiled one legend after another, and spread it widely. Like this, she will live forever in people's hearts. heart.

Of course, this is a story.

The author has something to say: good night