Passing through the soil and rock formations, it felt like falling into a deep cave. In a blink of an eye, the vision was filled with darkness and mist rising.
Different from the time when Taishan Fujun opened the door and went to the Senluo Palace, Chen Yuan came down from the Yangjing and came to the gate of ghosts. Behind him was the vast expanse of deep darkness, and the dark wind blew the mist and whimpered around.
It's the ghosts moaning and crying.
All the dead things on the ground reappeared here, withered and dead old trees hanging with withered vines, and in the thin mist, aimless silhouettes of people walked slowly, gathering together the endless gates of hell in front of them.
The huge skull at the pass opened its mouth wide, and the guarding ghost soldiers held the ruler and let them pass one by one, regardless of whether they were good or bad. When a certain number was reached, the long ruler in their hands got stuck in the middle, and the ghosts behind could not move forward.
When the ghosts in front of them finish walking and disappear, the next batch can continue to enter the ghost gate.
Chen Yuan knew that these were lonely ghosts who died in a foreign land. Different from those sent by the city emperor, they could only stay outside the ghost gate, or wait until the family members of Yangshi collected the corpses before they had identities and could jump in the queue.
When Chen Yuan came over, the green-skinned and fanged ghost soldiers guarding the gate stopped him. He could feel the power of the incense on Chen Yuan's body and smelled it greedily, but he did not dare to be rude.
"Cultivator from the Yang world, what will happen if your soul goes down to the underworld?"
"I'm here to find the two Yin gods, Jin Yin and Yin Suo, who are here to make an appointment." Chen Yuan remained polite to these ghosts from the underworld and bowed his hand to them.
"No, no, only lonely ghosts can pass here." The ghost soldier shook his head repeatedly, his eyes rolled up and down, and he was also looking at Chen Yuan, "But it's not impossible to pass by..."
He stretched the hand holding the steel fork forward without any trace, and spread it out a few times.
Seeing the chest-high ghost soldiers in front of him, Chen Yuan frowned slightly. He once heard the Sage Lord Zhong Kui talk about how the little ghost below was cunning and cunning, and Chang Ka took advantage of it.
He didn't pay much attention at the time, and even persuaded the ghost soldiers below to work hard and get some benefits, which was understandable.
Now that it was being blamed on him, Chen Yuan was a little annoyed.
'It seems... we shouldn't persuade...'
He didn't have anything for these little devils. Just as he was frowning, a strange low roar suddenly sounded when the hell door was closed. The ghost soldier in front of him, who was reaching out to ask for benefits, jumped up in fright. He retracted his hand and turned around with the steel fork.
He ran back to his original position and waved quickly to Chen Yuan.
"This cultivator from the underworld, you can go in. I have little eyes but no eyes..."
The ghost soldier's words with green skin and fangs turned out suddenly stopped. The steel fork was loosened and fell to the ground. His short body suddenly rose up from the ground. He kicked his feet a few times, and in the blink of an eye, a figure emerged from the city wall.
The green-faced and fanged ghost head swallowed it.
The other kids were trembling with fear. After picking up the steel fork that fell from the ground, they invited Chen Yuan in diligently.
'That strange noise just now should be helping me.'
After Chen Yuan passed this level, he looked back at the majestic city wall and vaguely saw two tall figures standing behind the wall stacks. They looked inhuman and inhuman, wearing armor and stomach, with a pair of flags stuck behind their backs.
"It is said that the two gods guarding the gate of ghosts are Shen Tu and Yu Lei. I have never seen them before, and I never expected to meet them in this way."
Thinking about it, Chen Yuan raised his hands towards the two figures on the city wall to express his thanks. Over there, the two figures in Mohu also raised their arms towards him, and then words came to Chen Yuan's ears.
'Golden shackles and silver locks are waiting for you in the City of Fusi.'
"Thanks for letting me know."
Chen Yuan lowered his hands. After knowing where he wanted to go, he no longer walked slowly to see the scenery along the way. He had been here before and walked along the Wangchuan River to the lower reaches. From a distance, he saw many ghosts lining up to go.
Cross Naihe Bridge.
These ghosts died in different ways. They stuck out their tongues and stared, or had their necks cracked and bleeding, or their bodies were holding their heads, or they were naked and crying. Most of the ghosts who arrived here were conscious. When they saw Chen Yuan walking alone,
, couldn't help but show surprise, a headless figure held his head with both hands, a scowl on his face, and called Chen Yuan to queue up behind him.
Chen Yuan just smiled at him, and with a flick of his sleeves, he crossed the long queue and stepped onto the Naihe Bridge. There was a stall on the bridge, and an old woman stood behind the stall.
A spoonful of turbid water was poured into the big vat. When he saw Chen Yuan passing in front of her, he was stunned for a moment. He checked his name and quickly asked the ghost soldiers to stop him.
"Drink the muddy soup, and don't worry about the troubles in your life. You can start over again in the next life with peace of mind."
The ghost soldiers crossed their weapons and prevented Chen Yuan from getting off the bridge. The old woman behind the stall came over with a ladle of muddy water, which made Chen Yuan dumbfounded. Just as he was about to explain, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Old woman, he doesn't need it."
The voice that came was familiar. The old woman and Chen Yuan looked at the river bank at the head of Naihe Bridge, and saw a burly man with a horse's head on his head and a mace in hand, kicking a ghost.
, kicked into a pool of blood beside the Wangchuan River, ignoring the hysterical screams and moans of the ghosts inside, the horse faced this way with a smile and waved.
"Let him go to the City of Wasted Death!"
"What's your big deal again? Don't disturb the order of the underworld." The old woman glanced at Ma Mian and Chen Yuan gloomily. The latter politely raised his hand to each other, and then got off the bridge from the eyes of the ghost soldiers on both sides.
, and raised his hand again to meet the horse-faced old woman coming over.
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"I've met the fourth master." Chen Yuan greeted, and looked at the ghosts thrashing about in the blood pool over there. Some ghosts climbed up, and were immediately kicked down by the ghost soldiers guarding the side. She couldn't help but feel curious: "
What is that pool?”
"My brother, you're welcome."
Ma Mian looked back, smiled and put his arm around Chen Yuan's shoulders, and together they walked towards the City of Undead in front of them: "The bloody world of suffering, those who were guilty in life will suffer here first."
"Where is the third master?"
"He's in the city. He's on duty today and can't come out."
Ma Mian escorted him all the way, and there were no more mishaps on the road. As he walked, he also introduced the scenery along the way to Chen Yuan, and there were no more twists and turns until he reached the city of Fusi.
As soon as we entered this place, it was different from the one we went to with Cui Pan and Zhong Kui before. This place was noisy and shouting, with black iron fences on both sides of the crisscrossing streets, and the houses were full of imprisoned ghosts.
, they looked extremely miserable, with their heads and bodies cut off, and missing arms and legs more commonly. Some had ferocious faces and screamed at Chen Yuan.
It is more appropriate to say that this is a city than a prison.
Probably seeing what Chen Yuan was thinking, Ma Mian let go of his shoulder, raised his mace and knocked hard on the black iron fence on one side. The shock caused dozens of ghosts behind the fence to fly backwards, and their souls flew away.
Unrest, lying or kneeling on the ground, swaying in a daze.