Quick Wear: Everyone knows I am a good person

Bang bang, a few hits with the sticks, the two fake Black and White Impermanence were beaten up~

My soul feels lighter.

The "White Impermanence" was already thin, and now he was even thinner than a piece of paper, as if he could be blown away by the wind.

The ghostly aura of "Black Impermanence" gradually leaked out under the influence of the Soul-Catching Lock, and his entire soul became increasingly thin and pitiful.

Even so, these two are still stubborn.

"You two impostors, how dare you harm the ghost messenger! Just wait! We will definitely go to the King of Hell to file a complaint against you! We will suppress your two souls into the eighteen levels of hell to suffer..."

"That's right! The King of Hell will definitely avenge us."

"state!"

Bai Wuchang struck him again with a stick, "King of Hell? If you have the guts, call the King of Hell! I want to see what kind of ghost dares to pretend to be the King of Hell! You must be tired of living and don't even want to enter the six realms of reincarnation!"

Hei Wuchang snorted coldly, staring sinisterly at the ghost gate in the Yinmen, where a phantom shadow appeared.

The two ghosts have been partners for many years and can understand each other's thoughts with just a glance.

"Master Shu, why don't we go inside and explore the way first?"

Bai Wuchang asked in a low voice.

Shu Jiao shook her head slightly, "Let's go together, so that we can broaden the horizons of your future colleagues."

When Black and White Impermanence heard this, they didn't have any thoughts.

It would be nice to have two more colleagues, so the judge can give them a holiday!

The two of them dragged the fake Black and White Impermanence in like ghosts. With them clearing the way, the group entered very smoothly.

"Senior Shu, why is this?"

Guo Wenxin was somewhat puzzled and asked, "We couldn't get in at all at first, but now there is no obstruction?"

“This is a fake vagina.”

Before Shu Jiao could speak, Bai Wuchang explained, "The yin energy here is very heavy, and there must be a magical instrument from the underworld guarding it to prevent cultivators like you from entering."

“But we also released some ordinary people before, how could they get in?”

"If ordinary people go in, they will have no power to resist and will just become food. But if you go in, you will easily turn the world upside down. It would be strange if the person inside let you in."

Letting the ascetics in is like releasing a hungry wolf into a flock of sheep. What's the difference?

It would be a mess if it wasn't for the chaos inside.

Hei Wuchang then explained, "We are ghost messengers and soul-collecting messengers. We are the guides. The magic weapon will not stop the people we are leading."

Shu Jiao looked at the magnificent Ghost Gate in front of him and touched his chin. "It's a little different from the Ghost Gate in the underworld, but..."

It's time to give her fans a surprise.

Thinking about this, Shu Jiao took out her mobile phone and opened the live broadcast room.

Her fans came here after smelling the scent, eager to watch the show, but when they came in they were frightened by the ghost gate that was carved with ghost faces and fangs, countless pairs of eyes flashing red light, and filled with black fog.

I almost dropped my phone.

[Oh my god! I was almost scared to death. ]

[Is this the gate of hell? Is it so scary? ]

[Anchor, what are you doing? Can we do something earthly at night? ]

[No offense, don't bother me, don't bother me...]

[Master, what are you doing with the Black and White Impermanence? Collecting souls?]

Shu Jiao didn't look at the comments in the live broadcast room, and explained calmly: "This is Sanshui Village, we are here to deal with a special incident - the pseudo-small underworld. These two are No. 78 Black and White Impermanence, and there are a few Taoist friends."

The audience in the live broadcast room instantly became interested.

Fake Little Hell!

This sounds interesting~

But when they heard the “few fellow Taoists” at the end, everyone was no longer happy.

[Master, how many Taoists are there in our country? Tell me the number and I will give up.]

[I don't want to listen. One master is enough for a cultivator. If there are two, I'm afraid I'll be jealous.]

[No, who made me not one? ]

[At first I said I had achieved the Golden Elixir, but the hospital mistook it for a kidney stone and gave me an injection! What a quack doctor! ]

[Well... Master, can you ask those Taoist friends if they accept disciples? If not, do they want a personal servant? My family is rich...]

[It is not my turn to be rich and powerful, nor is it my turn to practice cultivation. I am really just an NPC. ]

Shu Jiao still didn't read the comments.

She looked at the gates of hell.

There were more than a dozen people queuing outside the Ghost Gate, walking slowly inside. Two little ghosts were standing at the door checking passes.

No. 78 Black and White Impermanence: ...

Shu Jiao: ...

Shu Jiao sighed, "This is even shabby than your underworld. At least there are two ghost kings outside the underworld, but here are just two little ghosts."

Upon hearing this, Black and White Impermanence didn't know what to say.

They were too lazy to say anything more to such a small character. Hei Wuchang rushed forward and hung the two little ghosts behind him with the soul-catching lock.

Bai Wuchang was more violent. He flew over and smashed the Ghost Gate into pieces with a stick.

Bai Wuchang: ???

That's it?

Can't you even withstand a blow from him?

He thought that the Gate of Hell was very strong and used his greatest strength, but he didn't expect that it was just a false front.

He stood at the gate of hell holding a mourning stick, the black fog dissipated around him, and there was only one word to describe him - handsome.

Is this what it felt like when Fighting Buddha broke through the gates of hell and entered the underworld?

There is no rival~no rival!

That's cool!

Hei Wuchang saw this and threw the Soul-Catching Lock to him, "Lend it to me."

Bai Wuchang then handed him the mourning stick.

Shu Jiao just watched as these two people smashed the gates of hell into pieces without leaving any residue, and she became more and more excited.

No~

What's the matter with the corners of the mouth turning up?

You two... have a lot of resentment towards the underworld~

Also.

How many years have they worked in the same department? Thousands or tens of thousands of years.

No wonder there is so much resentment.

When Shu Jiao looked back again, she saw Guo Wenxin, Su He and the other five looking at the Black and White Impermanence with fear on their faces, slowly moving backwards.

No one has ever told them that the famous evil spirits Black and White Impermanence have such a violent temper!

Won't they get into a fight later, so why not beat them up together?

Shu Jiao's mouth twitched slightly, and she coughed lightly and explained, "The Black and White Impermanence are the Yin gods of the underworld, and they love the underworld deeply. But now someone is pretending to be the underworld, which is disrespectful and offensive to the underworld. It's normal for them to be angry."

"It's like you develop a good thing worth tens of billions, but then others copy it everywhere and make tens of billions of dollars."

After hearing this, the five people understood instantly, and looked at the Black and White Impermanence with a hint of sympathy in their eyes.

The audience understood it, too.

[Don't even mention hundreds of billions, even if it's just one hundred million, I'd want to kill him.]

[Pain! This is simply a pain that life cannot bear. ]

[Black and White Impermanence is indeed the star of the underworld, and he is so sincere to his unit. 】

[So cool! Master, can I also be a ghost messenger after I die? ]

There are the Black and White Impermanence in manic mode leading the way ahead, they kill their way from the gates of hell to the palace of Yama.

The entire pseudo-small underworld is indeed a bit stingy.

Although the area is not big, there are not many ghosts.

Places like Naihe Bridge and the Hall of Yama are actually almost next to each other, and the ghosts waiting in line are just a few familiar looking guys coming and going.