I am a fairy

Chapter 107 Logged into Huangquan Network

He couldn't recognize what kind of god or immortal it was.

After all, Gui Tu had never been to Xihe County. He had only seen the shaman in military uniform. He had only heard of the rumors about Yun Zhongjun and dismissed them at first.

Later, he was thrown into the iron sand hell, and he realized how serious it was.

But, it's too late.

However, the ghost disciple understood that whether he would be destroyed or survive and wait for the right opportunity depended on the words of the immortal in front of him.

The tears on the ghost's face were still there.

At this moment, he forced out two more drops.

He looked reverent and pious, just like when he was worshipping the ghost uncle.

Then, using his weak body, he prostrated himself on the ground and could not get up after that, in an effort to express his misery and that he had regretted his mistakes.

"Please have mercy on me, Immortal. I have sincerely repented and I hope you will give me a chance to repay my karmic debt."

This is a very artistic way of saying it.

It’s not that I don’t want your soul to be torn apart, but it’s giving you a chance to repay your karmic debt.

At first glance.

It was like an old thief standing on the judge's execution platform, but the execution platform was no longer a execution platform, but a stage.

The god didn't even look at him, as if he was just passing by to register.

He talked for a long time before asking him casually.

"Thrown into the black asphalt hell, never to enter the cycle of reincarnation, never to be reborn."

"Would you like to?"

The sound was very loud, and listening carefully, I found that it came from all directions.

This might be the only time for him.

It is a chance to escape from this dark world and the endless hell.

Ghost disciple: "If you don't enter the cycle of reincarnation, you can't be reborn?"

The thunderous voice sounded again: "Yes!"

However, after hesitating for a while, the ghost regretted it.

He still hopes to return to the human world and live a happy life.

"This...this..."

He lay on the ground, stammering, and even trying to bargain.

However, he discovered that the spiritual light was moving little by little, and when he looked up, he found that the god was moving away.

Seeing that the god was about to leave, he immediately changed his mind again and shouted frantically to keep him.

"Great Immortal, please stay. Great Immortal, please stay."

"I do."

"I do."

The gods heard it but did not respond.

She turned and left again without looking at him.

The ghost was so frightened that he crawled on the ground, repeatedly reaching out his hands to stop him, his throat becoming hoarse.

"Great Immortal, I don't want to be torn apart!"

"Great Immortal, have mercy on me."

"Give the little ghost a chance. I don't want to be torn to pieces!"

But he couldn't climb any higher and could only watch the gods abandon him.

It was also at this time that the aimless dark ghost appeared, holding the thunder whip in his hand and standing behind the ghost disciple.

The ghost disciple immediately looked towards the pitch-black ghost god, and saw the ghost god flick his whip, just like the stroke of a brush.

"Ghost Six!"

"Go to the little black asphalt hell."

Gui Liu was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Thank God!"

"Thank you for your mercy, great immortal."

He had been reluctant to bargain just now, but now he was grateful.

In front of the cliff.

The mining elevator started up again.

"Bang!"

"Buzz buzz!"

Jiang Chao watched the intelligent engineering vehicle send the ghost away, got on the elevator, and slowly rose from the deep valley to the higher places.

Next, he will become a real "ghost".

It can neither be called life nor death.

Between life and death.

With this said, it does seem somewhat similar to the definition of a ghost.

Wangshu's voice came: "Why are you silent? Do you think the punishment for these people is too light, or too heavy?"

Jiang Chao shook his head.

Wangshu added: "Does that mean that no matter how many evil things they do, we have no right or position to punish them?"

Jiang Chao: "I'm thinking, this world is really very similar to hell."

Wangshu didn't understand what Jiang Chao meant, but she didn't ask any more questions.

After a while, Jiang Chao finally came to his senses.

Jiang Chao: "Don't force these people to carry out your plan directly. If anyone chooses to die, then that's it."

Wangshu said softly, “Okay!”

Jiang Chao added: "It's limited to them. Don't take the initiative to send people to hell. Your hell game ends here."

Wangshu obeyed the order and said, "Yes!"

Jiang Chao was a little surprised: "Why did you agree so readily?"

Wangshu said without hiding anything: "Because according to my calculations, the next time the administrator Jiang Chao sees someone more vicious and cruel than this group of people, there is a high probability that he will not be able to resist and send the villain to hell."

"Anyway, there are so many villains in this world and this era. Once, twice, three times, the administrator Jiang Chao will eventually lose control."

"Just like when the administrator Jiang Chao said he would not interfere with this world, but in the end he couldn't help but intervene when he encountered it, and took care of the mudslide that was about to flood Zhangjia Village."

Jiang Chao: "Then you misunderstood me. I only do things that are easy to do, and I won't do anything that is too troublesome."

Wangshu: "Is that so? Let's wait and see. Anyway, time will prove that Wangshu's calculations are very reliable."

Jiang Chao felt that he was completely underestimated.

Jiang Chao: "Since you said so, I will definitely send you to hell next time."

Wangshu: "You are so stubborn."

Jiang Chao: "What's wrong?"

Wangshu: "It's very similar to the way those evil followers told me to die, to die."

Jiang Chao stopped talking again. No matter what, if he said anything more at this time, it would seem that he was being stubborn, just as Wangshu said.

Keeping your mouth shut can not only maintain your decency, but also show the demeanor of a superior person who disdains to make excuses and is indifferent to everything.

However, Wangshu took advantage of the victory and pursued.

"The ancient immortal saint, the great god Yunzhongjun has a cloud."

"You can't trust the lies that come out of the mouths of human beings."

"I am not lying to you."

Wangshu's skills in teasing and satirizing people have reached a new level.

pity.

The immortal has the magical power of facial paralysis, and his face remains unmoved.

It's unclear whether the defense has been broken.
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On the way back, Jiang Chao passed by the tea stall at the intersection again.

But this time I came in the afternoon.

The weather in the afternoon was very hot. Jiang Chao walked over wearing a bamboo hat and was already sweating all over. He no longer looked like the elegant god with loose clothes and wide sleeves as before.

However, what he wore today was neither the divine robe with cloud patterns nor the round-necked military uniform embroidered with a silver moon, but a set of casual clothes and a brand new hat that still exuded the fragrance of rattan wood.

If the wizard hadn't been in person, no one would have recognized who he was.

Wangshu: “Thirsty again?”

Jiang Chao: “Yeah.”

Jiang Chao plans to bring a water bottle with him next time he goes out.

The scorching sun makes even gods feel weak.

Jiang Chao looked towards the tea stall.

There were two tables under the big tree. Some people were sitting and waiting, some were standing and drinking, and some were huddled under the tree.

Everyone looked lazy and lacked energy.

The old woman was still there, still selling tea alone, and the air was still filled with the smell of plum soup with the scent of summer.

Jiang Chao really likes that smell. It makes people feel happy just by smelling it from afar.

Jiang Chao sat down and placed a copper coin on the table.

"Give me a bowl of sour plum soup."

The old woman took the money and recognized him immediately.

In addition to the dressing, there is another point: people here generally don't call the soup made from green plums sour plum soup.

The old woman turned around and opened the lid of the wooden barrel, hunched over and said, "Young man, you're back. Have you finished your work?"

Although Jiang Chao arrived on this land earlier than the old woman, judging from his appearance, it was normal for the old woman to call him "young man".

Jiang Chao raised his bamboo hat slightly: "How do you know I'm going to do something?"

The old woman said, "Why would you come all the way from Xihe County to our place if it wasn't for business?"

Jiang Chao lowered his hat again: "It's done."

The old woman didn't know what Jiang Chao was doing, and Jiang Chao didn't say either.

She didn't know that Jiang Chao had recently thrown the Five Ghosts who had killed her entire family and many people in the village into a deeper level of hell.

She just nodded with her back to Jiang Chao, picked up the bowl and looked around for the ladle, and then finally found it, held it in her hand and smiled.

I don't know whether I was happy about finding the ladle or happy about Jiang Chao getting the job done.

"Good good."

"Young man, why did you go there alone at night? I was worried that you were so young, and I hoped nothing would happen to you."

"It's good that you're back. It's good that Ansheng is back."

While Jiang Chao was sitting quietly, waiting for his bowl of thirst-quenching sour plum soup, a person suddenly came over.

The man sat opposite Jiang Chao and looked at him with red eyes.

Jiang Chao looked at him: "What's the matter?"

The man came closer: "Want to hear a story?"

He raised his voice a little: "Did you know that there are ghosts on the mountain?"

Jiang Chao was wearing a bamboo hat and looked at him without saying anything.

The man said to himself: "You know, there are ghosts everywhere on that mountain, ghosts wearing chains, and dirty ghost soldiers."

"The faces of those ghost soldiers don't look like humans. They all look hideous and scary!"

"Just one copper and I'll tell you what happened on the mountain." "Just one copper, do you want to listen?"

The man kept urging, as if he was in a hurry to sell his story.

pity.

After listening to this, Jiang Chao lowered his head and shook his head, indicating that he was not interested.

The man was unwilling and kept talking.

"Only one copper."

"Just one copper, I don't want more."

"One copper is enough."

At this time, among the crowd of people sitting or squatting under the tree next to the tea stall enjoying the afternoon cool, one of them spoke up and exposed him.

"Young man, don't believe him!"

"This guy used to be a woodcutter in the mountains. He was dishonest and would fish for three days and rest for two days. When he was in the mountains, he would sleep while others were collecting wood."

"One day he overslept and came back saying he had seen a ghost in the mountains."

"Then he stopped chopping wood every day and just sat in this tea stall telling his story and cheating passers-by out of their money."

The woodcutter was angry and stared at the man fiercely.

"What is cheating?"

"I really encountered a ghost, I'm telling the truth."

Many people present knew his background, and some had even followed him up the mountain.

Most of them are honest country folk, and what they hate most on a daily basis are people like woodcutters.

Seeing this, someone stood up and said.

"Don't say that anymore. You said at that time that there were ghosts and gods on the mountain that flattened it. What's going on?"

"We followed you to the mountain, and you said you couldn't remember the way."

"I followed you around the mountain and found nothing."

Someone else advised, "Don't make such a fuss here. We've heard your stories so many times that our ears are callused. Go back to chop wood and live an honest life. Your wife is still waiting for you."

"Let's talk again."

"It's already this late, what's the point of telling it's true or not?"

"Life has to go on, and you still want to live your whole life holding on to your story!"

I don’t know when the story of the woodcutter became worthless and no one was interested in it anymore.

But the woodcutter has been accustomed to the life of making money just by talking, and has long imagined that he will have no worries about food and clothing without doing anything in the future. How can he be willing to accept that?

After listening to the man's advice, he stood up with a flushed face, glaring with gritted teeth, as if he was looking at an irreconcilable enemy.

"You guys are talking nonsense!"

"It's all because of you guys talking nonsense here all day that I can't make any money."

"It's not your fault. It's all your fault."

The woodcutter jumped up, rushed towards the people sitting under the tree, and started wrestling with them.

At this moment, he looked no different from the evil ghost, with red eyes and shouting like a madman.

The terror of ghosts and gods did not drive him crazy, but at this moment he was going crazy over a copper coin.

Until the end.

The woodcutter's wife came and took him back.

But the woodcutter refused and continued to curse at the men, even beating the woman who was pulling him.

"I won't go back."

"What do you know? Here's our chance to make a fortune."

"I want to make money, a lot of money!"

"I went up the mountain to collect firewood, and I encountered ghosts, lots of ghosts, and they wanted to eat me. I knew how to hide from them so they couldn't see me."

"Listen to me!"

"Why don't you listen to me!"

"Give me money, give me money."

Because of the loud noise, more and more people gathered together and the intersection suddenly became like a market. Everyone watched the woodcutter being pulled back by his wife and finally dispersed.

Jiang Chao then came to his senses and realized that the bowl of plum soup had been placed in front of him for a long time.

The old woman stood aside, also looking in the direction where the woodcutter left.

The old woman sighed and said, “It would be nice if it were true.”

Jiang Chao raised his bamboo hat and said, "Whatever is true, it will be fine."

The old woman said: "Ghost, if there really is a ghost coming from the mountain, that would be great. I want to see it too."

The old woman clapped her hands and laughed: "I am just talking nonsense, young man, don't take it seriously."

Jiang Chao: "If there really are ghosts and gods, and the underworld, then what?"

The old woman said, "What do you mean by really existing? It means that it has always existed. Aren't you from Xihe County, young man?"

The old woman was particularly serious: "Even gods exist, so of course there are ghosts and gods in the underworld. After people die, they will definitely become ghosts."

Jiang Chao: "With the underworld and hell, can we punish the good and promote the evil?"

But the old woman said, "No, no, no, that's not what I meant. Of course, sending those evil people to hell is a good thing, right?"

Jiang Chao looked at him, and then saw the old woman's cloudy eyes looking towards the road, as if someone was passing by there.

"This way, after I die, I will be able to see my old man and my youngest son."

Jiang Chao was stunned for a moment, then drank the soup quietly.

He stood up and walked towards the river.

It was getting dark.

Jiang Chao boarded the Baxia-type transport ship again and headed towards a place called Huangquan, rushing towards the space station that fell from the sky.

After boarding the ship, there will be no more hustle and bustle on the road, no more disputes and noise in the world.

Against the wind.

He took off his bamboo hat and stepped on the dragon head.

Jiang Chao no longer looked like an ordinary person in the world.

But it is a god who rides a dragon and drives the mist.
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Huangquan Base.

The ghost did not come down through the elevator, but through another passage and passed through layers of inspection.

Because he was so sick that he couldn't even walk, he had to be transported.

By the time he arrived at the first floor of Huangquan Base, he was already dying and unconscious.

He was mumbling to himself, as if talking in his sleep.

"Where is this?"

He was in a trance, but vaguely saw an endless sea of ​​red flowers.

The flowers bloom like fire.

The bright red was shaking, as if the lusts of all sentient beings in the six realms were surging and sinking in it.

The ghost, wearing an evil ghost mask, finally came to his senses.

He saw himself standing in a sea of ​​flowers, gazing at a beauty he had never seen in his life.

"Huangquan Road."

"Higanbana."

"Flowers bloom and fall, life and death are in vain."

"The cycle of reincarnation, the cause and effect are long, the cause and effect are determined..."

He listened to the singing coming from all directions. The voice was not from one person, but from thousands of people singing.

Or sad.

Or vast.

Or inspiring.

Finally, the endless red spider lilies before his eyes suddenly turned into a sea of ​​blood, drowning him.

The scene changes.

He was indeed in the sea of ​​flowers on the other shore, but he was not standing above the sea of ​​flowers, but at the bottom of the sea of ​​flowers.

An intelligent engineering vehicle was parked at the edge of the sea of ​​flowers, with a dense array of large and small robotic arms extending out.

Under the sea of ​​flowers.

In a transparent jar.

The dying ghost's eyelids moved slightly, and some sticky liquid seemed to be continuously injected, drowning him little by little.

His hair was shaved, and a large bundle of cables and pipes were pulled out by an intelligent engineering vehicle and connected to different places on the mask.

The roots of the red spider lily extend downward from high above.

The root had clearly been modified, with needles and electrodes connected to it.

The needle-like roots of the red spider lily ran down the back of his head, penetrated his spinal cord in his neck, and took over his nervous system.

finally.

The densely packed cables, along with the roots of the red spider lily, were gathered into a bundle behind his head by the robotic arm and fixed up.

At first glance from a distance, it looked like it had turned into his bun.

And at the end of the "hair bun", there are bright flowers blooming.

"Gulu!"

The liquid was finally injected fully, and the transplantation of the red spider lily was declared a success.

The ghost's dying vitality, like a candle in the wind, was suddenly stabilized.

In the ghost disciple's consciousness, he felt that he was drowned in a sea of ​​blood transformed from the red spider lily and was sinking into darkness.

A faint sound was heard in the darkness.

"Logged in to Huangquan Network Connection Center."

He opened his eyes and his consciousness had entered the next level.

He appeared on a ship, which was sailing on the legendary Yellow Spring River.

"Ok?"

"I'm coming up?"

From a realistic perspective, the ghost disciple was beaten down, but from the ghost disciple's eyes, he climbed up from the lower level of the underworld.

The ghost raised his head and looked into the distance with excitement and longing, as if he was looking for something.

Then his gaze stopped.

At the end of the underworld, he saw a bridge that attracted ghosts from all directions.

And at the end of the bridge, he saw a majestic city standing on the land of the underworld.

he shouted excitedly.

"Youdu City."

"Ghost Uncle."

However, he was not even qualified to board that bridge.

He is not a wandering ghost, but an evil ghost who has been cast into the underworld and hell.

The boat just carried him around in the Yellow Springs River.

He was thrown into another small hell.

(End of this chapter)