hell in disguise

The Zhanye sword on the back of Qianna came out of its sheath clangingly, and flew into the hand of Qianna with a burst of dragon chant.All the ghosts knew the power of Qingwuchang's Zhanye sword, and the black-armored ghosts who were aggressive and wanted to arrest him all hesitated when they saw this.

The scales stood up all over the body, white hair fluttered, and the evil spirit permeated the whole body, "Fengdu ghosts are carrying out official duties, how dare you obstruct them?"

Suddenly a giant black-armored ghost with a size of two tonnas was holding a huge ax that was stained with an unknown amount of flesh and blood.Qian Na hurriedly raised his sword to block, although he could barely block it, but he felt that the tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, if it wasn't for the tongue protruding from the palm of his mouth to wrap tightly around the hilt, he might have dropped the sword.Kanna immediately knew that this guy's strength was far superior to his own, but his clumsy movements were his shortcoming.He immediately withdrew downwards, his legs slid forward, and before the giant ax fell on him, he suddenly swiped across the ground between the giant's legs, jumped up at an extremely fast speed and swung his sword Stab out and insert into the giant's shoulder.

The giant didn't expect that he would use such a tricky movement method, and screamed in pain but became even more violent.Before he could pull out the sword in time, he felt that his whole body was thrown out.He held on to the sword tightly, and after being thrown a few times, he took the opportunity to jump onto the giant's back, kicked his legs and pulled out the sword, but was accidentally caught by the giant's waist and thrown out.

When Jian Na landed on the ground, he rolled on the spot and stood up as fast as he could. At this time, the other black-armored ghosts also roared and rushed over.Jianna originally didn't want to harm the lives of these ghosts, but now he saw that they were unreasonable and wanted to put him to death, so he was also angry.Burning blue flames ignited all over him, his white hair fluttered, and an ominous darkness filled his eyes.I saw him chanting incantations, and the sword suddenly glowed with blue light, and he raised it up and slashed it down in the air, which was a funeral of impermanence with great momentum.Where the sword qi passed, those originally ferocious ghosts flew out like insignificant dust, and one or two who were unfortunately pierced through the life gate of their bodies melted into a puddle of pus in an instant, even if some Those with slightly stronger supernatural powers did not fly out, but were also shaken so that their inner breath surged.

Jianna took advantage of this gap and shouted, "I don't have any malicious intentions, I just want to meet the ghost king. What do you mean!"

The leading knight who hadn't made a move said coldly, "The king has orders, if Fengdu comes, they will all be detained and await orders!"

At this moment, another cyan figure suddenly stood in front of Jianna, it turned out to be Luo Xin, "He came with us, there is no malice!"

Eunna looked at Rosin's back in surprise.He is here this time to represent Qinglian Hell, and he is most taboo to have anything to do with Qingwuchang like them.Now that he said that, wouldn't it mean that other ghosts suspected that Qinglian Hell had an affair with Feng?

So Qian Na whispered, "You don't have to worry about this matter."

Luo Xin remained unmoved, and continued to say to the black armored soldier, "If it wasn't for his help, I'm afraid Princess Muir would not have been able to reach Abi Hell safe and sound."

The black-armored soldier whose face was covered thought for a moment, but still insisted, "I dare not disobey the king's order. But I will report this matter as appropriate."

Seeing this, Jianna knew that if he continued to resist, he would end up with Abi Hell, which was inconsistent with his original intention.Moreover, he was originally the fourth son who came here, and his reputation was not right. If things got worse, it would be even more troublesome.Thinking about it, if Luo Xin and the others saw King Asheya, they would speak for him, so they might as well condescend first.So he inserted the Zhanye Sword back, and said coldly, "Okay, I'll go with you."

Luo Xin turned to look at him in surprise, Kanna shook his head at him, then stretched out his hand obediently, and let the black armored soldiers approaching him put heavy shackles on his hands and feet.Another black-armored soldier also approached him, and suddenly a red poisonous scorpion-like insect appeared in his hand, and stung Qian Na's neck.After a while, Kuanna felt like countless bugs were crawling in his blood, and his strength was rapidly draining.His knees softened and he knelt on the ground, and his consciousness became drowsy. Seeing this, the black-armored soldiers rushed up and dragged him onto a huge gu sculpture.

Eunna's consciousness was dizzy, as if floating in a boundless black water.In a trance, he seemed to hear Yan Fei calling him, the voice was urgent and anxious, like a child lost in the forest.Qianna struggled to respond to the call, but it was as if a stone had been stuffed into her throat, and she couldn't make a sound.

When he woke up, he found that his hands were hung high above his head by an iron chain engraved with charms, and his toes could barely touch the ground.As far as he could see, all directions were full of flesh, and the flesh covered the mucous membrane was mixed with fine blood vessels, which occasionally wriggled and trembled.The ground that the toes can touch is also soft, sticky and disgusting to the touch.And the Zhanye Sword behind him was pulled out, wrapped in layers by some kind of mucous membrane-like tissue growing on the wall behind him, like some kind of alternative cocoon.The nerves and blood vessels connecting the Zhanyejian and the big points on his back felt tingling and tingling, indicating that the mucous membranes that wrapped the sword had a certain anesthetic function.

Qian Na's temples throbbed with pain, and the extremely hot air around him covered his naked|exposed skin with a layer of sweat, and he felt a little hard to breathe.He was originally a ghost in the extremely cold hell, and he didn't adapt well to hot places, and his physical strength would always be consumed faster than usual.He took a few deep breaths and tried to stand upright, but the chain was made to rattle.

Suddenly the piece of meat in front was separated from the two sides, a black-armored guard wearing a black armor and a gluttonous mask walked in, saw that he was awake, turned around and went out again.It didn't even have time to call him.He was hanged for an unknown amount of time, but he still didn't see half a ghost.He finally gathered some strength and shouted a few times in a hoarse voice, but there was still no response.

After staring in a daze for an unknown amount of time, a black-armored ghost finally came in, strode up to him, pinched his jaw and forced him to open his mouth without any explanation, and poured some foul-smelling blood into his mouth. .He accidentally choked a few times, and before he had time to ask any questions, the black-armored ghost left again.

This continued for many days.No one spoke to him, the only thing he saw was the ghost who came in and poured food into his mouth, but the ghost never answered any of his questions.Qian Na began to wonder if these ghosts wanted to trap him to death here, or if even Abi Hell had colluded with Feng to get rid of him, the not-so-obedient Qingwuchang?

These chaotic guesses made him more anxious, but he was helpless.There is no time in this prison made of flesh, a second is as long as a year, and a day is as short as the snap of a finger.In addition, the mucous membrane that traps Zhanyejian seems to be constantly injecting something that makes him weak and psychedelic into his body through Zhanyejian, making him often dizzy and difficult to distinguish reality from dreams.

In a dream, he went back 350 years ago.That day was exactly thirty in the human world, and he wanted to spend a year with Shiva like an ordinary human being, so he bought New Year’s goods, firecrackers, and Spring Festival couplets like humans, and even clumsily followed the neighbor’s aunt to learn how to make a pot Crooked dumplings.But he waited until midnight, when the new year came, Shiva did not come back.

He waited and waited, and he didn't know when he fell asleep.Then he woke up when he heard the sound of the door knocking, and when he looked up, he saw Shiva coming back covered in snow. Seeing the table of cold New Year’s Eve dinner, Shiva’s beautiful face showed a look of surprise.

"You've been waiting for me?"

Looking at Sivana's face, which was more and more rouge-like from the smell of alcohol, Jian Na felt a burst of anger in his heart.But he just looked at him coldly, and slowly stretched out his hand to close it. The blue hellfire ignited in the palm, and instantly corroded the dishes on the table into a piece of rotten and shriveled garbage.He said lightly, "It's just for fun."

A trace of guilt flashed in Shiva's eyes, and he said softly, "I'm sorry, I was delayed in Fengdu for a long time. He made a big feast in Fengdu, and I was also dragged away."

Jianna also knew that he had no reason to be angry, after all, he didn't tell Shiva in advance, and the two just made an appointment casually, and Shiva said that he would try to come back before the New Year's Eve.But rather than being angry, he was more disappointed.

He had a feeling that Shiva was drifting away.

This feeling is not new, but has appeared a little bit from a long time ago.They also fell in love passionately, and they were inseparable. Even in an empty house, as long as there was each other, they could spend three days and three nights in the dark without getting tired.During that time, when Shiva was looking at him, his eyes were burning with the kind of flame that brightened his whole body, and only when he was looking at Shiva did he really feel how happy it is to be alive thing.

But the most ruthless thing in this world is time.It can kill off any once-burning enthusiasm. 1000 years have passed in a flash, and now they can sit and eat in silence without saying a word, because what can be said has already been said, and even the daily communication is unnecessary because of the tacit understanding.They are no longer inseparable, and can even be separated for several months. When they meet again, they just look at each other and smile.The kind of passion that used to be desperate like moths to a flame is gone.

And Shiva became more and more difficult to understand. He often stared at the bright flame of the candle in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.The two of them used empathy less and less often, and occasionally Shiva said some words, and Nana didn't know how to respond.

For example, once Shiva asked him, if a person commits a crime and needs to be punished, then what is the crime, how much punishment is just, and who stipulates it?

Zunna knew that Shiva often communicated with the god of the sixth day named Bo Xun, and these strange ideas were probably instilled in him by that Bo Xun.Zhanna vaguely felt that these thoughts were dangerous, and advised him several times to avoid meeting that God.After all, they are gods aloft, so what are these lowly and humble impermanents doing to climb high?

But whenever he said that, Shiva always looked at him with unpredictable eyes, whether it was envy or pity.It was not until many years later that I realized that perhaps Shiva felt that his thinking was too simple, and felt a little envious of him and a little pity for his ignorance...

In short, every time I see such eyes, I always feel stabbed in the heart.This fine stinging pain intensified as the years passed, but it made him unable to express it.But on that day, he seemed to have finally reached a certain critical point, and suddenly grabbed Shiva by the collar, stared coldly into his eyes, and asked him, "What are we like now? "

Shiva was stunned, as if he didn't know how to answer.After the two confronted each other for a while, Shiva turned his gaze away and did not answer him.

Since that night, Gui hated the Chinese New Year.

Until many, many years later, the same elder, Jianna returned to Liuzhou after catching ghosts, and struggled to push open the chaimen covered by snow, only to find that the light was still on in the house.As soon as the door was pushed open, a smell of dumplings rushed towards the face, and in the red candlelight, a teenage child in a shabby red dress fell asleep lying on the table, his cuffs were soaked with saliva.In front of him was a large plate of cold dumplings.

At that moment, Qianna suddenly felt sore eyes, and the soreness accumulated over the years surged in his chest.He gently came to the boy's side, stretched out his hand to touch the pitch-black hair, a faint warmth melted in his heart.

The boy's mouth twitched a few times, and he called vaguely, "Master... eat dumplings... stuffed with pork..."

In the drowsy state, Qian Na seemed to laugh in a low voice, and shook his head secretly.When is it, why do you think of this past event?

"Master!"

Huh?Is he still in the dream?How could I seem to hear Yan Fei's voice?

"Master!" The voice was so low that it was so clear that nothing could be discerned.

Kanna suddenly opened his eyes.

In front of him was a ghost in black armor and a gluttonous mask.Qian Na frowned, did he really hallucinate?

Immediately afterwards, the ghost lifted the mask.Standing in front of him was a fragrance-seeking ghost, with snow-white skin, dark phoenix eyes slightly raised, a beautiful face with a sense of bleakness, and entangled red patterns on its forehead.

Sure enough, it wasn't Yan Fei, who was so disappointed at that moment.

Probably someone sent by Rosin?

"Who are you?"

"Shh..." The scent seeker put a finger on his lips and said softly, "I'm here to save you."