The third uncle always wants to elope

"Hey, wake up!" A strange voice came from beside my ear.

Wu Tomao felt dizzy in his head and felt sick in his stomach. He restrained the discomfort in his heart and slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, a man with white face suddenly appeared, staring straight at him, his three-foot-long tongue almost touched his face.

Wu Tongqing felt a little disgusted immediately, turned his face away, stood up, frowned and said, "Where is it?"

Opening his mouth, Wu Tomaoqing realized that his voice was very weak and hoarse.

Hearing this, the white-faced man had a mocking expression on his face, and his long tongue almost slammed into Wu Tomaoqing's face.

"Hades, your soul has returned to the west!"

The black-faced man standing next to him looked normal, probably because the three-foot-long tongue hadn't stuck out, but it wasn't much better, his face was as stiff as a wooden statue.

died?

I can't die now!

Wu Tomaoqing murmured silently in his heart, and walked in the opposite direction of them, but he hadn't taken a few steps, but he seemed to be held in place by something, and he was pulled back to the same place all of a sudden.

The white-faced ghost messenger: "It's useless, no matter how great you were in life, you will lose a lot of loess after death. You can't take what you did before you die, and you can't take what you did after you die."

Wu Tomao transported the true qi in his body, and sure enough, it was empty, not to mention the true qi, even the meridians and inner alchemy could not be sensed.

The white-faced ghost messenger pushed him, "Hey, did you get scared?"

Wu Tomaoqing stared at him with heavy eyes, and said coldly: "I want to go back!"

The white-faced ghost kicked his eyes, the big eyeballs were like two big walnuts, and said cursingly: "Don't be shameless, there are too many people who come here and want to go back, you should come here for a parade, say Come, come, say go, go!"

The long tongue fluttered in front of his eyes non-stop, and Wu Tomaoqing, who was already impatient, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, his eyes were full of haze, "I want to go back."

Although Wu Tomaoqing is indeed dead, fortunately, the strength in his whole body is still there.

The white-faced ghost guard's tongue was numb for a while, his face was grimacing with pain, and he was crying downhill, and he hurriedly cried and threatened: "Put it down quickly, or I will throw you into the river. "

Hearing Wang Chuanhe, a gleam of light flashed in Wu Tomqing's eyes, but his words became colder, and he said, "Let's go!"

White-faced ghost messenger: "Ah? What?"

Wu Tomaoqing: "Throw me to Wang Chuanhe."

White-faced ghost messenger: "..." This person must be mentally ill.

That being said, the tongue is still held in the palm of the hand, so he dare not refuse.

The black-faced ghost guard next to him turned a blind eye and followed them slowly. For him, he was only responsible for sending the ghost on the road, and other things had nothing to do with him.

Just like that, Wu Tomaoqing was like walking a dog on a leash, forcibly pulling the white-faced man forward.

Surrounded by ghosts and ghosts everywhere, seeing the funny appearance of the two of them, they all smirked at them with pale faces, not only did not come to help, but also gloated at the excitement.

The white-faced ghost's seven orifices are full of smoke, and he secretly thinks that he must deal with these wolf-hearted guys in the future.

The pile of skeletons in the corner and the gloomy surroundings indicate that this place is indeed Hades.

In other words, Wu Tomaoqing really did not go to the wrong place, just like that, he was cast into the underworld.

After turning around several times, I finally saw a stone bridge not far ahead.

Under the stone arch bridge is the surging blood-red river, and beside the river bank, there are sluggish seas of flowers on the other side. At the end of the bridge, there is an old lady with a kind face and kind eyes. A big pot of soup.

"Little son, come, drink this bowl of soup and go on the road."

The old woman's words sounded full of gentleness at first glance, but when she stopped carefully, she was full of bewitchment. If this is the case, most people may have already lost their minds.

But he realized that he was not a human being, but an old iron tree harder than a rock. He neither talked nor drank soup. Now he only wanted to find Huai Shuangshu.

Wu Tomaoqing pointed to the bottomless long river in front of him, and asked, "Is this the Wangchuan River?"

The white-faced ghost guard whose tongue was being pulled at the back nodded hurriedly, and Wu Tomaoqing let go of his tongue.

The white-faced ghost officer hastily rubbed his tongue in his mouth, found no damage, quickly withdrew his mouth, and was about to curse at Wu Tomaoqing, but found that he was really walking towards the Wangchuan River.

The white-faced ghost guard hurriedly grabbed him, and said anxiously: "You are crazy, this is the Wangchuan River, the bottom of the river is full of evil ghosts Rakshasa who can't reincarnate, once you go in, you will be eaten without leaving any souls. "

The old lady's eyes were clouded, and the smile on the corner of her mouth seemed very mysterious, and she also persuaded: "Yes, drink my Mengpo soup well, and cross this Naihe bridge safely, Then you can start a new cycle."

Wu Tomaoqing was too lazy to listen to their nonsense, shook off the hand of the white-faced ghost guard, and continued to walk forward.

The black-faced ghost guard who had been silent for a long time had sarcasm in his eyes, and said coldly from behind, "Once a person dies, everything ends in the mortal world. If you want to reincarnate with everything in the mortal world, it is against the law of heaven." Lunchang, this violates the laws of heaven, and the consequences you get are not something you can bear."

The white-faced ghost messenger nodded in agreement, "There are only two people who have jumped down for thousands of years. Don't be stupid, go to the Naihe Bridge."

Hearing this, Wu Tomaoqing still looked normal, without flinching in the slightest.

Since that person was also a wisp of dead soul back then, flowing through the Wangchuan River, so can he now.

The turbid river water hides the bodies of those evil spirits at the bottom of the river, so only neatly arranged human heads can be seen, and countless greedy and ugly faces can't wait to jump on the bank and swallow Wu Tsaoqing completely.

The white-faced ghost guard stuck out his big tongue, perseveringly persuaded: "Let's go, follow me back."

Wu Tomaoqing didn't speak, he lifted up his gown, revealing the obscene trousers and white boots, and walked towards the river bank.

Seeing that he was really going to walk into the river, the white-faced ghost guard looked at them with tears in his eyes, and asked silently, "What should I do?"

The black-faced ghost guard still had a stiff face, while the old lady sighed complicatedly.

The white-faced ghost guard pointed to Wu Tomaoqing's back, and asked in a low voice, "Don't tell me, you didn't see it?!"

Wu Tongqing's figure was tall and straight, overlooking the grimaces below, his hair was neatly combed on the top of his head, revealing his smooth nape.

There was a black mark on the fair skin above, the mark was very simple, there was only a flamboyant word 'book', but just one word was enough to shock them.

Although they have always been distinct from this ghost and immortal, well water does not interfere with river water, but at least they belong to the underworld, and if there is a request from them at this moment, they can't, or dare not ignore it, and originally wanted to send this person to a good birth , I happened to sell that ghost fairy as a favor, who ever thought that this person was so stupid that he insisted on going down the Wangchuan River, if the ghost fairy blamed them later...

"It's thankless!"

The white-faced ghost guard cursed in a low voice, hoping that the ghost fairy would come back as soon as possible.

The Wangchuan River uses blood to turn into water and evil thoughts as bait. The evil spirits underneath have been imprisoned at the bottom of the Wangchuan River all year round. They stretched out pairs of pale hands, demanding the fresh and clean souls on the bank. Qing approached, as if smelling the delicate raw meat, his eyes were full of greed, seeing Wu Tomao Qing did not go down for a long time, those evil spirits even wanted to climb up.

No matter how strong the mind is, Wu Tomqing was a little stunned when he saw this posture. He heard that the Wangchuan River hides all the ugliness of the three worlds, and it is the darkest and most filthy place in the world. .

Only now can he deeply understand what that person experienced back then...

Behind him, the white-faced ghost guard still insisted on persuading: "Half of the ghosts in the river are made of fools like you who are willing to die."

Wu Tongqing looked at the pair of yearning and insatiable eyes underneath, looking a little dazed.

The white-faced ghost guard thought he had finally figured it out, and he was relieved, but he didn't expect that person to take firm steps again, and walked straight into the Wangchuan River.

Those evil spirits are like wolves who have been hungry for a long time, staring closely at Wu Tomaoqing's footsteps, several skinny hands have rushed up desperately, grabbed Wu Tomaoqing's ankle, wrapped around his calf like a poisonous snake, and put him dragged down.

The old lady shook her head, sighed, and said, "My Naihe Bridge is so scary to you, one or two want to run away."

The white-faced ghost guard waved his hand, and said to the black-faced man, "Let's go, since this man is determined to die, we can't care about it, and with that imprint, the ghost fairy will definitely find him soon .”

The black-faced ghost guard didn't speak, as if he had sensed something, he looked at Wang Chuanhe with a strange look in his eyes.

Just when several people thought that Wu Tomaoqing must die, a huge wave suddenly surged up in the river.

The old lady happened to be standing on the bank, was drenched upright, shivered and shivered, her body smelled of rust and decay, it was very unpleasant, and she was about to make trouble when she saw the figure in the middle of the river. Hastily tightened his expression and closed his mouth.

The white-faced ghost guard reacted quickly, hearing the wind, he hurriedly dodged to hide behind the black-faced man, the black-faced figure moved slightly, and was about to dodge sideways, but when he saw the white-faced man, his movements stopped again, frowning Frowning, his head was drenched in blood.

The already dark-faced man looked gloomy like thick ink on the painting at the moment, his eyes were cold and stern, he paused for a moment, and finally bowed down respectfully and saluted.

After a few back and forth waves, the turbulent waves finally stopped, and the Bianhua flowers on both sides of the river lost their vitality when they drenched in the river water, and withered and died on the ground.

The white-faced man also hurried out, bowed his waist to salute, put away his playful smile just now, and said seriously: "Greetings, Mr. Guixian."

There was no response, and the few people slowly looked towards the Wangchuan River from the corner of their eyes.

The rakshasas, the rakshasas, who usually show their teeth and claws, are stacked in the middle of the Wangchuan River like a pile of arhats. The bottomless Wangchuan River, now the evil ghosts on the surface of the river have already piled up. It's more than six feet, not to mention what's going on at the bottom of the river.

At the top of the stack of arhats, a person was sitting with his legs crossed, his expression was a little lazy, and the moon-white long gown was so clean that it was a bit dazzling.

The blood-red demon pupils are like glazed stones, with a lustrous luster, but there is a gentle and jade-like smile on the face that should be coquettish and troublesome. Although the face is flat and not angry, the air pressure around it makes people The bottom of my heart couldn't help trembling.

Huai Shuangshu squinted his eyes lightly, with a smile on his unfathomable face, which made it difficult for people to understand his intentions.

"Excuse me."

Several people froze for a moment before realizing that the ghost was calling them.

Although they all belonged to the underworld, in the past ten years, the number of times this ghost fairy has even met them has been very limited, let alone talked to them.

The plain words made them breathless, the black-faced ghost froze, alert to the approaching danger, and looked at him solemnly.

On the other hand, the white-faced ghost messenger was even more frightened, and moved back quietly.

The old lady quietly shifted her position and hid at the head of the bridge, not wanting to suffer from unwarranted disasters.

Seeing the reactions of several people, Huai Shuangshu sighed helplessly, and said with a smile: "I want you to throw that person up to me."

Looking at Wu Tomaoqing who was knocked unconscious by the violent waves, Huai Shuangshu pointed to the 'Evil Ghost Tower' under the seat, "It's not convenient for me now."

The white-faced ghost guard twitched the corners of his mouth, and hurriedly picked up Wu Tomaoqing, who had his eyes tightly closed, and thought to himself what kind of background this person was, who could make this ghost fairy almost blow up his oblivion. Chuanhe.

Although his heart was complicated, his hands kept moving, as if holding a hot potato in his hands, he hurriedly stepped forward and threw it to Huai Shuangshu.

"Thank you."

Huai Shuangshu took Wu Tongqing over and thanked him with a gentle expression.

Farewell!

The white-faced ghost guard trembled in his heart, although this ghost fairy did look like a white-faced scholar, but he directly subdued those tens of thousands of evil ghosts at the bottom of the Wangchuan River. A word of thanks is absolutely unbearable.

The white-faced ghost messenger responded in a low voice: "Master Guixian, please don't bully me."

Huai Shuangshu smiled and said no more.

The three of them just stared blankly at the six-foot-high "ghost tower" slowly swimming away while smiling and carrying double books. This scene must be more and more ridiculous, but it can't withstand the pressure of this person. Turn this ridiculous scene into a majestic and domineering parade.

Seeing them leave, the white-faced ghost messenger hurriedly stood up, turned around and asked: "This ghost fairy has suddenly returned, do you need to report to Hades?"

The black-faced ghost almost nodded, with deep thought in his eyes.

"It seems that something big is going to happen." The old lady at the bridgehead looked complicated.