It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Xiao Huai nodded: "Yes."

There was some doubt in the eyes of the ghost officials. Xiao Huai was wearing a black leather jacket, which was neat and tidy. Even the ghost officials who had seen countless people had to admit that he was particularly handsome.

The whole person looked fresh and clean, without any fatal scars on his body, and his complexion was quite good.

A ghost messenger couldn't help but say: "He really doesn't look like a dead person."

Xiao Huai raised his eyes and looked at them calmly, with a hint of teasing on the corner of his mouth: "What's wrong? Isn't sudden death also death?"

When the ghost officials heard the words "sudden death", they seemed to understand something and a look of realization appeared on their faces.

"Such a young man, died suddenly? Could it be..."

Xiao Huai casually interrupted, "He died suddenly from working overtime late at night. There's nothing I can do. Work doesn't wait for anyone."

The ghost officials instantly felt a sense of sympathy, especially the word "overtime", which made them feel a sense of identity.

Their expressions changed from vigilance to relaxation, and they even inexplicably felt that Xiao Huai was very trustworthy.

One of the ghost officials picked up a spoonful of gleaming wine and prepared to drop it on Xiao Huai's hand.

Xiao Huai said, "I want to drink it."

The ghost messengers looked at each other and laughed, "Of course, either is fine."

Either by drinking or by skin contact.

Xiao Huai took the wine bowl and brought it to his lips smoothly and naturally, but his red eyes flickered slightly. He used a subtle angle and the cover of his movements to make it look like he drank the wine, but in fact he didn't let the wine touch his lips at all.

The ghost officials had no doubts and continued to fill a few new bowls of wine.

At this time, Xiao Huai asked casually, "Not everyone can be reincarnated, right?"

When the ghost heard this question, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, his eyes were a little cold, but he didn't seem to have any scruples and said "hmm" lightly.

Another ghost messenger added, "But in today's world, the most crowded of the six realms of reincarnation is, of course, the hungry ghost realm."

"As the saying goes, hungry ghosts rule the world."

The ghost catcher also used a pun.

As the words fell, Xiao Huai pretended to be distracted and turned away.

Before leaving, he heard the ghost messengers chatting behind him.

"It's more than just the difficulty of reincarnation. Whether they can pass through this gate of hell depends on their own luck."

"Those Shuras wouldn't let so many people reincarnate, otherwise why would they want us to deliver wine here?"

Xiao Huai raised the corners of his eyebrows slightly, and it was exactly as he guessed.

There is a problem with alcohol, and there is also a problem with the gates of hell.

At this moment, new task information popped up on the system.

"Side quest: Pass the Ghost Gate and head to the Hungry Ghost Realm"

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They passed through the thick fog and stepped into this brand new place.

A large bridge built above the sea, and there are even suspended rails on this bridge.

The blue-green will-o'-the-wisp burned quietly on the bridge, its cold light barely illuminating the bridge surface.

"Dudu-"

The whistle of a rail train broke the silence, followed by a gust of wind that whistled across the suspended rails and tore a gap in the thick fog covering the bridge.

In mid-air, the old subway train sped past, and the tracks vibrated as it passed, as if they could not bear the weight it brought.

Finally, the subway slowly stopped at a station in the distance, making a sharp brake sound.

People walked aimlessly, some looked dazed, as if they were not fully awake yet.

The moment the subway stopped, a rapid bell rang and the train door opened. However, the sound was not an ordinary electronic bell, but the sound of a row of bronze bells hanging on the subway car swaying in the wind.

Ding-dang-dang, the sound of the bells mixed with the sound of the wind seemed a bit weird.

As the sound of the bells drifted in the wind, the people who were originally standing on the platform and seemed confused seemed to have their instincts awakened by some invisible force.

The vibration of the ringing sound was like a catalyst, gradually tearing apart their apparent calmness and revealing their true nature hidden beneath the skin.

People's expressions changed at this moment, greed and anxiety gradually emerged in their eyes, and a fanatical and urgent emotion quickly spread among them.

Some people suddenly started pushing the people next to them, scrambling to get to the subway door, with such force that they almost knocked the people in front of them to the ground.

They were like crazy, squeezing towards the door while cursing loudly, their tone full of dissatisfaction and hostility: "Get out of the way! Who dares to stop me from getting on the bus?!"

These words, mixed with the sound of bells and wind, seemed extremely harsh. The madness mixed with despair seemed to be about to drown all reason.

"Get out of the way! This is my place!" A thin man with red eyes desperately pushed away the person blocking his way, completely ignoring the man's screams of pain as he fell to the ground.

The only thing in his eyes was the goal of getting on the bus, like a traveler lost in the desert who saw a source of water. All reason and morality were thrown out of the window, leaving only endless greed.

The ringing continued, and each ring seemed to knock on a switch in these people's hearts.

Those greedy and violent emotions were amplified little by little by the ringing of the bell, until they completely took over their minds.

Everyone on the platform started to riot. Some began to insult each other, and some even started waving their fists, trying to use violence to seize the opportunity to get on the train.

The will-o'-the-wisp fire above the bridge was still burning, coldly illuminating these distorted faces. The light was like countless pairs of cold eyes, silently watching this exposure of human nature.

One after another, everyone began to rush forward.

In the end, Xiao Huai was the only one left at the end of the team.

Xiao Huai raised his eyes coldly and looked at the burning ghost fires.

It seemed as if he had noticed some gazes.

But soon, he stopped looking at the will-o'-the-wisp fires and continued walking forward with an expressionless face.

On the other side of the bridge, next to the blue-green will-o'-the-wisp fire, stood a group of tall men in black suits.

Each of them has a straight and slender figure, and their figures are like sculptures, exuding a cold and unattainable aura.

Their faces were vaguely visible in the light of the will-o'-the-wisp fire, and their eyes were filled with extreme indifference and arrogance that looked down on everything.

They silently looked down at the people on the bridge. In their eyes, those who lost their minds and pushed each other in order to get on the bus were nothing but inferior beings, like a group of walking corpses without dignity.

Suddenly, one of them frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on the end of the bridge - there, the man with red eyes was standing, looking coldly in their direction.

"Can he see us?" one of them asked in a low voice, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

Immediately, another person snorted contemptuously, his voice low and full of sarcasm:

"impossible."

The people of Shura Road are not something that ordinary people can see.

Just as they were discussing in low voices, a sound of light footsteps was heard, slowly coming from the other side of the bridge.

The will-o'-the-wisp flickered in the wind, and the faint blue-green light reflected a figure.

His snow-white hair was like the bright moonlight hanging in the night sky, pure white and soft, fluttering gently in the wind with his steps.

That face was as perfect as a finely crafted work of art, with extremely delicate features and an air of godliness that was untainted by the world.

The dark eyes were deep, and their expression carried a kind of calmness and pride that seemed to see through everything.

Whenever the will-o'-the-wisp reflected a little light on his face, it seemed as if the whole world was attracted by those eyes and became extremely peaceful.

The black suit fits his tall and slender figure tightly, vaguely revealing a sense of power ready to burst forth.

Everyone was wearing the same suit, but he was the only one who had a unique tension that one could feel at a glance.

When they noticed the newcomer, they immediately bowed their heads and respectfully said to the snow-haired man, "Sir."

There was awe in the voice.