Huang Quan's companion

A scarlet light gradually appeared in the dark eyes, and the almost translucent white face had a strange coldness in the night.The night wind blows the snow on the shore, and the long hair is flying in the wind... Min Yuejun clenched the sword in his hand, and under his slender fingers, the clear light of the long sword gradually faded, gradually exuding a light red light...

Min Yuejun stepped into the river, dragging the sword that had begun to mutate in his hand.

However, the black river seemed to be frightened, and avoided to both sides, forming a circular hollow with him as the center.

"Humans and ghosts are different?" He lowered his head and murmured, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, he suddenly raised his long sword and slashed at the river!

A scarlet sword light split open the black water in the ditch of the dead, as if attracted by the red light, the black water quickly entangled up, swept up from the long sword, and swallowed Min Yuejun whole!

But in the blink of an eye, he too disappeared into the water.

Shi Tianning and Wan Niang, who just arrived by the river, looked at each other in blank dismay, beyond shock.

"Just now... Was it Daoist Min just now?" Wan Niang said with difficulty, "He...how could he..."

"This is really crazy..." Min Yuejun raised his forehead, realizing that things were getting worse, "Does the magic stick know?"

"If he knew, would he still dare to let Min Yuejun alone?" Wan Niang paced back and forth by the river, "What should I do? The Zhu family was destroyed, and everyone else fell into the ditch of the dead. This..."

"Let's stay." Shi Tianning made a decisive decision, "The things that happened in Jishan County in recent years are too weird, let's stay and investigate."

"Just the two of us?"

"No, more than that." Shi Tianning stared at the river and said calmly, "Since Min Yuejun and the god stick are here, the disciples of Qinglian Temple must be nearby, let's go to them for help."

Wan Niang was a little worried: "The mass grave..."

"Niang Wan." Shi Tianning's face was heavy, "I always feel that...the mass grave is no longer the place we know, just to be prudent, we'd better not go back."

When Wan Niang thought about it, what he said made sense.After Min Yuejun's mischief last time, the Mass Burial Mound fell apart, and the familiar ghosts all dispersed, leaving only a few of them who were close to each other.If I really want to go back to the mass grave, I am afraid that there is nothing to miss except my own grave and bones.

"When are we leaving?" she asked.

"immediately."

Shi Tianning was about to turn around and leave, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar body by the river: "Wait! That's not..."

"how?"

Shi Tianning hurriedly ran towards the river, but saw Zhu Xiaowu lying unconscious and pale by the river, half of his body fell into the river, his upper body was breathing very shallowly.Shi Tianning dragged him out of the dead man's ditch, and hurriedly shouted: "Zhu Xiaowu! Zhu Xiaowu, wake up!"

Wan Niang followed, and she was also very surprised when she saw Zhu Xiaowu: "Why is Xiaowu in the river?"

"He's not dead yet!" Shi Tianning exclaimed in surprise, "He doesn't have Fu Lan's soul in him, that's great!"

"Then... isn't this back to the beginning?" Wan Niang helped him to lift Zhu Xiaowu up, and forced out the water in his belly, so as not to suffocate to death.

"Forget about that, we have to take him to someone from Qinglian Temple."

Now there is no other way, Wan Niang nodded in agreement.

In the deep and dark tunnel, there are countless howling ghosts, and there is a vague white light at the end of the tunnel, and the sound of whipping and scolding can be heard from time to time.

He Tang and Yang Jinshu hid at the back, looking at the slowly advancing team with their heads, feeling a little uneasy.

"Jinshu, is this the underworld?" He Tang asked.

"It should be, but I don't know where it is." Yang Jinshu glanced around, but found that it was just a dark tunnel with nothing, so it was difficult to make a judgment for a while.

"I didn't expect that under the dead man's ditch is the underworld..." He Tang pulled his sleeves to hide anxiously, "No wonder so many people would rather wander in the mortal world than reincarnate in the underworld after death. This place is too scary!"

"What's so scary here?" Yang Jinshu smiled and patted his head, "The Dead Man's Ditch is probably just an enchantment that enters the underworld, and ghosts entangled in the water there will be attracted to the underworld."

He Tang pointed to those who lined up in front: "Then it's impossible for so many ghosts to fall into the ditch, right?"

"No, they should have come in from somewhere else." Yang Jinshu pulled him forward a few steps along with the team, took out two black ropes from his sleeves, tied one on each of their wrists, and instructed, "This is a ghost." I sent a gift from my friends, they said that if I bring this, the other servants in the underworld will not be in trouble. We are new here, we don’t understand anything, so it’s better to be careful.”

"So miraculous?" He Tang raised his wrist and looked at it, only to think that it was an ordinary rope, and there was nothing special about it.

The team gradually shortened, they stopped talking, and imitated the ghosts in front, and moved over obediently.

At the end of the tunnel is an exit. The thick white mist blocks all sightlines. There are three guards at the exit. One is sitting at the table and recording something, and the other is standing aside with a whip, and will whip twice when encountering disobedience , and another carefully asked about the origin of the ghost.

Yang Jinshu came to them first and listened carefully to their questions.

He glanced at the black rope between his wrists erratically, and the tedious questions were simplified, and he only asked three questions: "What's your name?"

"Yang Jinshu."

"Where are you from?"

"From Jishan County."

"How long have you been dead?"

"More than nine years."

The errand sitting behind the desk flipped through the booklet in his hand, found his name in the booklet after a while, and said, "It's true, let it go."

Yang Jinshu moved two steps forward, but did not leave, waiting for He Tang behind him.

He Tang grabbed his sleeve nervously, deliberately showing the black rope on his wrist, and the other party asked the same question three times.

"what is it call?"

"He Tang."

"Where are you from?"

"From Jishan County."

"How long have you been dead?"

"More than two years."

He Tang was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the other party suddenly asked:

"Where is it?"

"Huh?" He Tang was puzzled, "Ji... Jishan County."

The clerk who asked the question looked at him with a cold face, and said in a very impatient tone, "I asked you if you came from the Transit Department?"

"..." He Tang didn't know how to answer for a while.The real He Tang has long since disappeared, and his replacement...

Yang Jinshu hurriedly came over, took out their marriage certificate and handed it over: "Brothers, she is my wife, she is... the yin relative who was betrothed to me by my family, and entered my Yang family's grave right after he died, this is the marriage certificate. "

The errand took the marriage letter and opened it, staring at the date of birth for a long time before handing it to the companion who was at the desk to record it.

The man checked the marriage certificate and began to flip through the books again.The booklet is not thick, but it seems to record countless facts.

He Tang anxiously waited for the result, even Yang Jinshu couldn't help getting nervous.

"It's true, let it go."

Yin Cha returned the marriage certificate to Yang Jinshu, raised his hand to let them go, and continued calling for another ghost.

They walked cautiously towards the exit, He Tang couldn't help muttering: "Where is the outside?"

"I don't know."

After passing through a white mist, I don't know how long they have been walking. They can't even see the shadows of other ghosts around them, let alone where the other ghosts are going. They can only walk blindly in the fog by feeling.Since coming to the underworld, He Tang's dull pain from the wound has completely disappeared. I don't know if it was really healed by the water of the dead man's ditch.

"Jin Shu, have you been to the underworld before?" He Tang asked.

"I have never been to the underworld, but I have visited the ghost market a few times." Yang Jinshu thought for a while and said, "The ghost market should not be under the jurisdiction of the underworld."

"This place is full of chatter, I'm a little flustered." He Tang looked up at the white mist around him, "When will we go out! How long have we been walking!"

"I don't know." Yang Jinshu noticed that there was a thin fog in front of him, and pulled him forward, saying, "The time in the underworld seems to be different from that in the sun, let's leave it alone, let's go out first."

He Tang walked with him, but it was very strange, he always felt... There were countless pairs of eyes staring at them all around, but when he turned his head to look over, he couldn't see anything.It's very cold here, although there is no wind, there is a piercing chill that can't stop penetrating into the body. If they are not dead and have no body, they may have been shivering with cold.

"Jin Shu, do you think there are four seasons in the underworld? Why do I feel... so cold."

Yang Jinshu stopped and hugged him: "Is this better?"

He Tang hugged her back and smiled: "You are as cold as me, how can you be better? But... it's very sweet to hug me like this."

Yang Jinshu smiled, couldn't help but just stood there and hugged him, and walked forward in no hurry.

He Tang slipped into his arms and asked in a muffled voice, "Jin Shu, you said we fell into the underworld, would the god sticks be worried?"

"Master Dao and the others should think of a way to save us."

"They haven't been to the underworld yet, how can we save them?" He Tang pushed him away, took two steps forward, and blocked him behind, "I see, at a time like this, I still need to be resourceful to solve the problem Jin Shu follows me, I will protect you!"

"..." Yang Jinshu smiled and tugged at his waistband, "Well, please trouble Madam."

"..." He Tang decided to pretend that he didn't hear that sentence.

After walking for a while, the fog finally broke, and the two ran out quickly, their vision widening.

There is a boundless black world in front of him, and even the ground under his feet seems to be just a black phantom.He Tang always felt that it was not real, so he looked around for a while, and then suddenly asked, "Jin Shu, did you bring that flute with you? Qin is also fine!"

"doing what?"

"Blow a song to return to the corner." He Tang snorted, "I'd like to see how long they can hide?"

"Huh? They?" Yang Jinshu was a little puzzled.

"Jin Shu, so many people die every day, even if some people who refuse to enter the underworld are still wandering in the sun, the underworld must be full of ghosts! But we have been here for so long, and the surroundings are empty, don't you think it's strange Is it?" He Tang walked back and forth around, "I always feel that there are other ghosts around, but I can't see them, hehe, I don't believe it, I can't lure them out!"

Yang Jinshu took out the flute from his sleeve, put it to his lips, and played it slowly.

As if afraid that the sound of the flute would not be loud enough, He Tang cast a small spell to make Gui Yu's music spread around.

Guiyu can attract some homeless wandering souls in the mortal world, but it can attract ghosts who are nostalgic for relatives and friends in the underworld.Sure enough, after a while, rustling sounds came from around, as if something was approaching constantly.

He Tang was a little scared, quietly stepped back a few steps and stood next to Yang Jinshu's back, looking around vigilantly and enjoying his surroundings.

The endless black seemed to become a solid body, rolling in groups, and the rustling sound became louder and louder, as if many spirits were pushing forward, mixed with whimpers and mourning, coming from all directions.

"Jin Shu, I suddenly feel a little... regretful..." He Tang said nervously, "There are many people...ah no, there are many ghosts...we can't fight..."

Yang Jinshu raised his eyelashes, his expression became serious, and he didn't stop playing, but changed the rhythm of the tune.

Returning to the corner has stopped, and the song of descending the devil is coming out of the mountain!

He Tang suddenly covered his ears, the sound of the flute behind him suddenly became extremely frenzied and ferocious, the rustling sounds around him disappeared instantly, and turned into a shrill howl, as terribly as a hundred ghosts crying together!The last time He Tang heard this sound was at the mass grave...

"Jin Shu, what's going on?" He asked while covering his ears.

Yang Jinshu didn't answer, but stood still and continued playing.

The next moment, a gap in the black seemed to be severely torn, and countless ghosts screamed and squeezed in through the gap.

Yang Jinshu's flute suddenly stopped!