The daily life of the river god

Lu Wenren closed his eyes and didn't hear anything, so he couldn't help but say, "Have you reached the door yet?"

Xun looked at the pure white door a foot away, and said without blinking: "I made a mistake, this door is fake, you may have to close your eyes for a while."

While speaking, he opened the door silently with extreme caution, and there was a sea of ​​blood outside the pure white room.

On both sides of the sea of ​​blood were unfamiliar and familiar faces.

He held the person in his hand, and stepped into the sea of ​​blood with a blank face. This aisle was also extremely narrow, and two big living people walked in it. Their arms were slightly wider, and they could touch the two sides of the aisle. People are not people, ghosts are not ghosts.

The aisle seemed endless. Lu Wenren followed the hand and walked straight forward with his eyes closed, feeling that they hadn't turned a corner for a long time, nor heard the sound of heavy objects falling.

The Lord River God behind him secretly opened his eyes and looked towards the thing on the left that he seemed to have accidentally touched just now.

It was a man with the appearance of an old man, with a blue cotton cloth wrapped around his head, and a tattered jacket on his body, holding a brick in his right hand, staring at him like a fist with his bare arm.

Lu Wenren looked next door to the old man. Men, women, old and young, lined up on both sides of the aisle one after another, very similar to the death scene of cryptic phobia that humans say.

Then he lowered his head and looked at his feet. In the sea of ​​blood, there were countless human-faced ghosts with vivid expressions looking at him with bared teeth.

Xun walked ahead and looked at this endless aisle, and once again stretched out the urge to light the fire, the little dragon that was holding it in the palm of his hand seemed to have become a lot slower.

The non-human kicked the ghost blocking the way aside, and took advantage of the opportunity to look back at the silent Lord River God behind him.

At this moment, Lord River God was opening a pair of green eyes, poking the old man's shoulder blades with a ballpoint pen in his hand.

The old man was originally wearing a ragged coat, but after being poked a few times with a pen, it fell apart like weathered.

The white bones under the torn jacket were exposed, but Lu Wenren lost his strength. The ballpoint pen directly poked a small hole in the old man's shoulder blade. The bricks in the old man's hands trembled in anger, and he glared at Lu Wenren with a ghost-eating attitude on his face.

"What did you poke out?" Hui turned around and looked at this curious little dragon face to face.

"These ghosts are so dedicated to their work. They have died like this and they are here to concentrate on scaring people. The haunted house doesn't pay them wages, and they can't speak. What are they trying to do?" Lord Heshen was very puzzled by this.

When all the ghosts heard this, no matter they were standing on the sides or the ghosts with human faces floating in the sea of ​​blood constantly changing their expressions, they couldn't help thinking.

Yeah, what are they trying to figure out?

And no one paid them wages, they tried their best to scare people here, as if it was just to make it easier for the person with divine light in front of them to break their bones.

While thinking, Lu Wenren had pulled the old man's head off his neck.

That scene made it impossible for the three people in the rear to go out the same way, and came back to passers-by and tourists, and ran here in a panic, and saw the young man with fair and tender appearance miraculously pulled out the head of an old man. With a "pop", blood spurted out from the old man's neck.

Lu Wenren, who was holding the old man's head, looked at the spurting blood, and when he heard the footsteps behind him, he turned his head to look at the three passers-by tourists.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

"I'm going out! I'm going out!"

The three passers-by tourists who had just run back turned around and continued running towards the entrance after seeing such a horrific scene.

Lu Wenren held his head in his hands, with an innocent face, and lowered his head to meet the old man's distorted face: "I don't know why, but I always think you look familiar?"

The dead ghost with only one head left, also thought so from the bottom of his heart.

But the tongues of their dead ghosts have been pulled out tens of thousands of times in the underworld, and they have no ability to speak at all.

So he could only keep his eyes open, trying to intimidate the other party with his eyes.

"In your Yellow River Crystal Palace, do you still keep this kind of thing?" He heard him say that he looked familiar for the second time, glanced at the head in his hand, and doubted the aesthetics of their Jiaolong tribe.

What a distorted family this must be to cultivate such a wonderful aesthetic and hobbies.

Not only does Luzhai not know how to raise a son, but he is also dishonest.

"My father doesn't have this habit, and it's the first time I've seen it, but it always looks familiar."

Lu Wenren put the old man's head back on his neck, and this time he no longer walked behind the scorpion, but took the initiative to grab the other's sleeve, and took the lead by himself.

"I want to see it myself, maybe I will remember after I look more, and I want to go ahead."

Lord Heshen led the head majesticly and vigorously, and pulled the non-humans forward in a good mood.

Along the way, the stiff ghosts along the way either had their heads removed, or their palms, leg bones, and joints were removed.

Along the way, not a zombie stood here with a whole corpse.

The aisle that never bottomed out, under his interest in research, quickly gave up struggling, revealing two new entrances to them.

Two identical entrances appeared in front of the two, and each door was marked with a line of red letters on a white background.

【Entrance is limited to one person only】

Lu Wenren pointed to the entrance on the left: "I'll go this way."

虺 also pointed to the entrance on the left: "I'll go this way too."

After the two sides looked at each other, they both saw the same meaning from each other's eyes.

The small entrance door on the left was opened, and two figures walked in side by side, and left a word for the small dark door on the right that opened on its own initiative, waiting for them to enter.

"I'm not human, and this rule doesn't apply to me."

"What a coincidence, I'm not human either."

After receiving these words, the small door on the right slammed the door hard on the spot, and the loud noise made Lu Wenren, who had already entered the small door on the left, feel a little regretful.

"Looks like the ghost on the right is a little more interesting."

It's a pity that they have already entered the left side now, and the small door behind them has automatically closed after they entered.

The two of them could only walk forward. This time, the scene was a sea of ​​flames. In the sea of ​​flames, countless undead stood on the boulders, and panickedly avoided the boulders falling from the sky.

Lu Wenren stood beside the sea of ​​fire, watching this scene, he fell into deep doubt.

He hooked the sleeve of the non-human beside him, and asked a question that he couldn't figure out.

"Is the underworld going to move to the human world to do business recently? Otherwise, I can't figure out what they are doing in the scene of these eighteenth floors of the underworld in the haunted house?"

Looking at the familiar figures struggling in the sea of ​​flames in front of him, he said calmly, "I probably want to familiarize human beings with their procedures."

When he was walking in the aisle just now, he vaguely felt that the faces of those people looked familiar.

When he walked into the sea of ​​flames, he saw an ugly face with half of its face burned by the fire, and he confirmed the identities of these people.

Indeed, they were all his acquaintances, and every face was an acquaintance to him.

These are the undead of mortals who died at his hands.

"There's a spell here." Lu Wenren jumped into this false sea of ​​flames and found a strange spell on the ground.

Lord Heshen couldn't understand the spell, but he knew the huge three characters of Yuqing Palace on the back of the spell.

"How did the charm of Yuqing Palace fall here? Could it be that Xia Bing and the others have been here?"

Lu Wenren put away the talisman, walked a few steps forward and found that the people behind hadn't followed, and looked at the non-human who was still standing there in puzzlement.

Seeing that man's gaze was in the direction of the sea of ​​fire, Lu Wenren followed his gaze and saw that it was a middle-aged man with half of his face disfigured: "Do you know him?"

"It's kind of acquaintance." Hui came back to his senses, stopped looking at the illusory souls, strode up to Lu Wenren, passed him and walked forward without looking back: "Hurry up and get out of here, or I want to go to bed soon." Set the fire here."

Just like back then.

The Lord River God from behind chased after him, "What does it mean to be acquainted? To know is to know, and not to know is not to know."

"The kind of knowledge that died in my hands, I didn't know him before I killed him, but I knew him after I killed him." The non-human looked straight ahead with a blank expression, and answered the question from the little dragon behind him.

This answer made Lu Wenren look at the undead a few more times, and took out his mobile phone to point at that face and take a few pictures.

He thought about sending the photos to Ri Youshen after he went out, maybe the other party would have clues to help him understand the non-human in front of him better.

After the two people got out of the sea of ​​fire here, they encountered floods on the road behind.

The waves kept beating on their bodies, and there were also countless drowned ghosts in the water struggling with their long and pointed nails and shouting for help.

Lu Wenren pulled them ashore one by one from the sea, and then picked up a new spell from the huge waves.

It is also produced by Yuqing Palace.

When they reached the fifth checkpoint, a dirt road appeared in front of the two of them, following the white sand after the ebb of the waves, all the way to the distance.

Lu Wenren walked all the way and looked around, but there was nothing there, "Is there no ghost?"

The non-human beside him didn't answer this question, but just looked at the dirt road ahead with cold eyes, and he knew where he was going with his eyes closed for the rest of the journey.

This is his sea, the direction leading to the scholar's house.

He silently sneered and walked towards the dirt road, he wanted to see what the people behind him were trying to do.

The two walked for less than 5 minutes before they saw a small thatched hut appear in their sight.

Lu Wenren ran to the bottom of the courtyard wall, tiptoed to look in, and the door inside made a "squeak." A blue figure stepped through the door, "... 虺?" ​​Suddenly there were two hands on the eyes River God, puzzled, tugged at the palm that blocked his sight, trying to move it away.

Standing behind Lu Wenren, he firmly covered Xiao Jiaolong's eyes with his palms, and looked at the figure coming out of the door by himself.

The other party seemed to have heard their voices, and was looking up towards the courtyard wall when they heard the voices.

A face that was exactly the same as that in his arms stood there looking at him intently.

"Huh, what did you see?" Lu Wenren, whose eyes were completely dark, couldn't pull the palms on his eyelids with all his strength, so he had to ask the one who could see.

"Ghost." Looking at that face, he raised his foot and flew away from the courtyard gate, half-embracing the little dragon in his arms, walked up to the undead with a scholar's face, and took out the lighter in his pocket.

Under the puzzled eyes of the scholar, the lit lighter was directly thrown into the scholar's arms.

The scholar holding the lighter was not very familiar with this new era of tools, he was in a hurry to extinguish the fire on his body but his fingers were burned by the flames, and then he looked up at Xun with resentment and hatred in his eyes.

A talisman fell out of the scholar's arms under the burning of the flames, and fluttered to the ground, revealing the logo of Yuqing Palace on the back.

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Lu Wenren: You are so indifferent to me.