Updated: 2012-12-03

It is said that the only organ in the human body that does not feel cold is the human eyeball.

However, the next moment the fat man finished speaking, I clearly felt the feeling of my eyes suddenly filled with ice. The coldness penetrated my eyes, and it seemed as if it was frozen through my scalp bones. The cold and cold feeling made me shudder.

"Damn, it's too cold." I said subconsciously.

I heard the sound of Fat Brother pushing open the car door: "Get down, every time I see such a door, I feel a sense of praise. This is a completely sculpture artwork from another world."

I opened my cold eyes slightly, and the purpose was...

A silent group of ‘people’.

I opened my mouth, not knowing whether to be surprised, afraid, or praise.

Ten seconds ago, the streets of night view were still empty in front of me, and ten seconds later, there were crowds.

I was completely shocked by the scene in front of me. It was too exaggerated here! I saw a tall golden glass gate that was six meters high and ten meters wide standing there. Hundreds of people, silently walking towards the gate.

I turned around and turned my head to look at the five roads behind me of varying width and narrowness, and there were also such a stream of people.

Fat brother stood outside the car window and waved at me.

I closed my mouth tightly and gritted my teeth and pushed open the car door. Because I pushed too hard, an unlucky "person" was hit by the car door when passing by. A hint of green air appeared on my body. You must know that this car has been modified and has a relatively strong lethality to the spirit body.

When Fat Brother saw this scene, he not only did not come over, but instead smiled.

I was stunned. Should I go down and apologize? Or should I turn a blind eye?

Immediately afterwards, I saw the 'man' standing up staggeringly, without looking back, and continued to move forward without even looking at me.

Alas ~

I reached out and wanted to call him back, and Fat Brother said with Youyou: "Don't work hard. Before entering the gate of hell, their consciousness had not recovered."

I smiled bitterly, no need to say anything about apologizing. You are unlucky!

I walked to Fat Brother, well, to be precise, in the eyes of ordinary people, jumping around on the empty streets like a fool, twisting and twisting to a fat man.

"Brother Fat, why can't you hear the sound?"

The fat man said: "People have words, and ghosts have words. If you want to understand, you have to use another method."

"What's the solution?" I asked.

Fat Brother smiled, and he didn't see him walking around the people directly through their bodies, heading straight to a good-looking willow tree, and jumping hard. When I was worried that Fat Brother would smash the ground into a pit, he had already grabbed a handful of the half-yellow leaves and walked back.

He divided half of it and stuffed it into my hand, saying, "Come on, chew it." As he said, he stuffed a handful of willow leaves into his mouth, chewing it while saying, "Actually, it's too bitter at this time, but it's better to be bitter, clear the fire. Chew it quickly, chew it on your face, ears and hands, oh, and your body."

I said with a bitter face and reluctantly: "What are you doing? Those who want to endure hardship can endure bitter melon."

Fat Brother said with a more bitter face: "Is it a waste of fighting ghosts to fight ghosts? This thing is very negative. It is mixed with Yangjin, and it has the effect of psychic communication, which is that it lasts for not long, about an hour. It is enough for us to wander around. Hurry up, remember to apply some on your shoulders and head, and use Yin fire to suppress the Yang fire of our living people. Otherwise, you will not be able to enter the door."

I stuffed the leaves into my mouth, and after a few bites, the bitterness rushed into my throat, and I almost vomited it out with disgust. I gritted my teeth and said, "Who is thinking about this? It's too immoral and too bitter."

Fat brother locked his eyebrows tightly, his eyes wide open.

Well, I chewed hard too hard.

While chewing hard, Fat Brother said as he squeezed toothpaste: "Agree with your fate, the leaves in summer can be better, and the moisture will not be very bitter. It is indeed too bitter at this time."

I nodded desperately in agreement. This thing is even more uncomfortable than eating bitter gourd.

It was probably seen that Fat Brother chewing for about three minutes, grinding the leaves into paste with his teeth before spitting them into the palm of his hand. He stuck a little on the belly of three fingers, and then applied evenly on his oily face like the gentleness of the girls when applying rouge.

While applying, he said, "This is called harmony of yin and yang. The yang energy of living people is too strong. Therefore, living people are as bright as light bulbs in the eyes of these 'people's'. After applying these things, although they still look a little abnormal, they can be reasonable. Are there ingots in the trunk?"

I also spit out the broken leaves. Seeing such disgusting things, I really couldn't stand it. But when I was in the valley, I even had to smear them on my mouth and nose, so I didn't feel very disgusting.

While imitating the big girl to apply powder and apply the chewed juice on her face, I said, "It should be, this thing is always available. Why are you looking for ingots? Do you go in and buy things?"

The fat man 'tied up' himself, went to the car to open the lock of the trunk, searched for the 'paper ingot', and said, "If you buy money, you will pass the gate of hell, there will be ghosts. How can we do if you don't buy money when you go in? Where? Why can't we find it?"

I quickly 'tied up' myself: "On the left side of the trunk." As I said that, I walked towards Fat Brother and saw a confused little ghost walking towards me.

Bang!

Ouch!

I sat on the ground.

"Damn, what's going on?" I stared at the little ghost who knocked me over and stepped on my belly in one step and three times, and couldn't help but feel shocked.

Fat Brother poked his head out and saw me falling to the ground. He laughed and said, "Silly Brother, your body can touch those 'people's' now. You are still thinking about going through it! Well, I found it. Let's go."

I stood up, rubbed my butt, and smiled bitterly, "What's the matter? If you can do it, I won't do it."

Fat Brother pulled me and walked slowly towards the gate a hundred meters away along the "flower".

He whispered to me: "Man and ghosts are usually without communication, they are so-called people from two worlds. In scientific terms, they are creatures in parallel spaces. Humans live in three-dimensional spaces, but ghosts do not know how many dimensions they are. The method we use can allow us to have power beyond the constraints of space in a short time, and go from this parallel space to another space, so that 'they' can contact us. However, because of this, after we contact these 'people', we are equivalent to not only one 'people' but also the power of the world it carries, so that we are weaker than these 'people' when we are in another space."

Speaking of this, he walked over and patted my shoulder, and whispered to me seriously and seriously: "Go in a while, try not to talk to these 'people's, watch more, listen less."

I humbly accept the ones who don’t understand, and I study hard to save my life.

If Brother Fat can say this, I will naturally listen carefully and remember it in my heart. This is all knowledge, and this is all insight.

I have never been so close to me, so seriously, looking at the Ghost Gate, no matter when I was in Mr. Taiyi's formation or when I was in the Public Security Hospital a few days ago, I was just Yaoyao, and there was no other impression except for the golden light.

But this time, I can easily see the appearance of this gate of hell from a close distance.

When the Ghost Gate is closed, there are naturally the seal characters in the building, which writes three huge Ghost Gate. The font is vigorous and powerful, and it is simple and elegant. If you look at it a little more, you will feel like you are floating in the air, so I dare not read those three words more.

In the middle of the door is a golden light curtain, like a thin layer of waterfall, hanging in the center of two dragon pillars. It is soft, gentle but does not float with the night wind, and has its own fluctuation rules.

Every ‘person’ shuttled in from the light curtain and disappeared from my sight.

Fat Brother and I stood at the door and whispered to me: "There are three types of gates of ghosts. One is when the dead man first appeared, the gates of ghosts were opened. The type of gates of ghosts was written in the oldest bells and tripods. The second type is the gates of ghosts summoned by masters when they were practiced by masters, which are archways written in large seal script. The last type is the gates of ghosts in front of us, which are the most common and common portals. This portal is also the only portal that allows us living people to enter and exit. It is said that there is also a fourth portal, which is written in oracle bone inscriptions, um, that is, the divine text mentioned in the circle. It is a portal that specifically allows gods to enter and exit the underworld. Damn, I think this is a bit nonsense."

I responded: "It is normal for all ghosts in this world to have gods."

Fat Brother looked at me, nodded and smiled, "What if he doesn't matter, the gods are too far away anyway. How many people have seen this world? Let's go in and see what the ghost market here looks like." As he said that, Fat Brother looked around and said, "I guess it will be very lively here."

Although I don't understand, I can see so many 'people' around me swaying. I nodded in agreement and said, "It must be lively."

When he walked to the door, Fat Brother took out two gold ingots and held them forward with his hands.

I saw two gold ingots sliding lightly into the light curtain.

Fat Brother whispered: "Looking at the point where the ingots cannot come out, we can't go in if they come out. If we let us in, there will be a prompt."

I'm curious, what are the tips? This is really interesting to buy money.

However, there are also some sayings about this. Normally, people who burn paper for their ancestors at the intersection on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month always have to draw a circle with charcoal, and burn a few gold ingots outside the circle. This is called a bad fee.

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