The helicopter landed slowly. The entrance to Huangquan Road was at the bottom of a mountain. The mountain was bare and full of black rocks. It was extremely steep and difficult to climb.
There is also a train station at the bottom of the mountain.
You read that right, it is indeed a train station. This train station is not big, with only two tracks, and there is a small building next to it. It looks like a Chinese building from the 1970s and 1980s, only three floors high.
There are two roads below the train station, an asphalt road to the right, and an asphalt road to the left, which leads into the mountains.
There is a tunnel under the mountain, which looks just like the tunnel that trains usually drive through.
"Ghosts transporting souls will stop here, and then those who want to live in the underworld should go to the right and go to the nearest Yama City to register. On the left, there is Huangquan Road." The ghost messenger in front introduced.
"Is this the legendary Huangquan Road?" I looked down at this thing, feeling quite curious. After all, Huangquan Road has existed since ancient times, but I didn't expect it to be a train tunnel.
"You are reforming in the earthly world, and many modern people have come to our underworld and proposed many reform plans. As long as they are good things, the underworld is willing to accept them." The ghost messenger said: "Since I have sent you here, the two of us will
Let's go, brother, seeing as we are so cooperative, when Master Bai asks, you must say that you were the one who threatened us."
"Don't worry." I jumped off the helicopter and asked, "How long until the train transporting souls arrives?"
One of the ghosts thought for a while and said: "There are still five or six hours, after all, our plane is much faster."
After Gui Cha finished speaking, he waved his hand as a greeting, then the helicopter took off and left the train station.
I stood at the entrance of this dilapidated train station, found a relatively large stone nearby and sat down, waiting for the train that was transporting my father to arrive.
Time passed by, and I was extremely bored. I looked up at the gray sky. Suddenly, in the mist ahead, a person slowly walked out. This person was wearing a white gown, with long hair, and was carrying a broken
The sword slowly walked out from the front.
He looked to be only twenty-six or seventeen years old. There was an obvious scar on the right side of his face, and his face was full of vicissitudes of life.
He passed by me and glanced at me doubtfully: "Is he overcast?"
"Well, who are you?" I looked up at this person and frowned slightly.
I couldn't feel the slightest breath from him. If it were a monster or ghost like Chang Tianqing or Bai Wuchang, I would definitely be able to vaguely feel a trace of monster or yin energy, but this guy has nothing.
No,
"A passer-by." The man touched the scar on his face, with a strange smile on his face: "Just a doll of fate before you."
After saying that, he turned around and left. I looked at his back and shouted, "Hey, who are you?"
"Luo Fang." The man waved his hand, and then walked into the fog again.
Luo Fang? His name?
I thought carefully about what he said to me, a doll of my previous destiny? What does it mean?
I sat on this stone and looked at the direction Luo Fang was leaving. I thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. I shook my head and didn't think about it anymore. I couldn't figure it out anyway.
Yu sat for nearly four hours when suddenly, the whistle of a train came from the distance.
Then a green leather train slowly drove over.
The train was very long, probably with more than fifty carriages. As soon as it stopped, a ghost servant led a large number of ghosts out of each carriage.
There are many ghosts. There are probably more than a hundred ghosts in each carriage, and there are nearly 5,000 ghosts here.
I looked everywhere, but no matter what, I couldn't find my dad.
I don't dare to be as arrogant as before. There are too many ghosts here, more than fifty.
I could only stand at the entrance of Huangquan Road and watch the ghosts enter one by one.
When those ghosts passed by me, they would show strange expressions when they saw me, and then they would nod at me.
They should all be able to tell that I came from Yin. These ghosts were basically Mr. Yin and Yang during their lifetime, and they should have a lot of favorable impressions of me.
Soon the ghost was halfway over, and suddenly, I saw my dad.
My father was pale, wearing a black shroud, and his face looked like it was smeared with white flour. He was following a ghost.
I hurriedly walked up to him. This guy looked to be in his thirties. I smiled and said, "Brother, this is my dad. Can I have a few words with him?"
The ghost officer glanced at me and frowned slightly: "The underworld has regulations and you must reincarnate immediately."
"We were all colleagues in the past. Maybe we will still be colleagues after I die. Let's be accommodating." I said and touched my body, but there was nothing, and smiled awkwardly at him.
The ghost thought for a while before nodding: "Okay, no more than one minute."
"That's enough, that's enough. Thank you, brother. Thank you, brother." I nodded repeatedly, and then walked to my dad. My dad lowered his head at this time, as if he didn't see me.
"Dad." I called.
Dad then raised his head, with a surprised expression on his face: "Why are you here?"
"I'll come down and take you back." I said softly.
Unexpectedly, my father listened to my words and shook his head quickly: "No, if you die, you will die. If you do this, you will be punished by God."
"You didn't die of old age, you were killed by the grandson of fate." I couldn't help but say.
The ghosts around me all had good hearing. When they heard that I thought about my dad going back, they all surrounded me. The ghost who asked me to chat with my dad for a minute shouted at me: "Boy, don't make trouble, since you are
Mr. Yin and Yang, then understand that the underworld has its own rules, and it is impossible to return the dead to the yang."
"What do I have to do?" I frowned and asked, "Can't you be accommodating at all?"
"No." The ghost shook his head.
At this time, there were more than twenty ghosts surrounding me, and they all took out a black mourning stick in their hands. It looked similar to the one in Bai Wuchang and Hei Wuchang's hands, but it was definitely not as powerful as the mourning stick in their hands.
"If you can subdue twenty of us ghosts, then we have nothing to say." This ghost scolded me.
I immediately took out the Ksitigarbha Order from the backpack behind me and showed it in front of me.
As soon as the twenty ghosts saw the Ksitigarbha Order in my hand, each one showed a surprised expression, but they all knelt down and shouted: "Welcome Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."
"What now?" I asked with a frown.
My biggest hope in going to the underworld this time is the Ksitigarbha Order in my hand. If the Ksitigarbha Order is not enough, I will never be able to bring my dad back.
"No." Suddenly, a harsh voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw Bai Wuchang.
This guy walked out slowly with his hands behind his back.