Five hundred and sixtieth chapters: the gods leave
"You! What are you going to do?" The scholar was startled at first, then the expression on his face changed drastically. He quickly stood up from the chair and hid in the corner.
Ding Xiaoyi on the side frowned slightly when he saw this. Just when he was about to call the big man to stop, the cell phone in his hand vibrated quietly.
The screen lit up with a message.
[Xiao B, ignore them and continue watching!]
The news came from Old Man Zao. Ding Xiaoyi squinted and looked through the window. He saw Old Man Zao sitting on the rocks outside the fence at some time, facing the underworld, holding a cigarette pole in his hand.
"This old guy... doesn't he feel cold?"
Seeing the old man with his clothes flying in the cold wind, Ding Xiaoyi curled his lips and became even more curious.
So he calmly picked up the phone and asked the old man: "Why?"
[See for yourself, and ask Shuang'er to bring me a bowl of hot soup, add more green onions, not coriander!] The old man replied.
"Tch, I thought you were really not cold."
He muttered something in his mind, then turned his attention again to the scholar and the big man in front of him.
At this moment, the scholar has been forced into a corner by the big man.
There was a cry in her voice, screaming: "Spare my life, spare my life..."
"Spare your life?"
The big man was stunned when he heard this, then strode forward and grabbed the scholar's collar: "You are already a dead man, why are you shouting for mercy?"
The scholar obviously didn't hear this, but the big man pounced on him eagerly and tore open the scholar's clothes in twos and twos.
Before the scholar could scream, the ax struck the scholar's chest. The cold ax cut open the scholar's heart. However, the scholar was stunned for a moment before he realized that the pain he expected did not come as expected.
When he lowered his head and looked down, he found strangely that a huge gash had been cut into his chest.
My heart, liver, spleen and lungs are all there, but I really don't feel any pain at all.
The scholar was still surprised, but the big man was not polite. He took out the scholar's heart and stuffed it into his mouth.
While eating, he laughed and said: "Sour means different flavors, sour and smelly. No wonder you scholars are said to be sour and smelly."
Seeing the big man eating his own heart bite by bite, the scholar's already pale face suddenly became even more ugly.
But for a moment, it seemed that he couldn't accept the reality that he was dead, and he looked around blankly.
"Hey, I won't eat your money for free. I'll give you this money to give you a good baby in your next life."
The big man grinned, took out an old piece of money from his arms, and stuffed it into the scholar's empty heart.
It was only then that the scholar suddenly remembered something, screamed, grabbed his bamboo building and ran out.
While running, he screamed: "There are ghosts, there are ghosts, you are all ghosts!!"
The scholar screamed and ran out, stumbling along the way. After falling down several times, he quickly got up and ran out without looking back.
"Hey, you don't live in a hotel??"
The big man grinned and laughed when he saw this, and he didn't forget to shout at the scholar's back.
Ding Xiaoyi didn't understand what happened from beginning to end, so he simply walked to the kitchen and served a bowl of steaming broth to the old man sitting on the rocks.
The broth is filled with steam rising in the air, with a layer of green onion floating on top, exuding an alluring fragrance.
The old man raised his hand, took the bowl of hot soup in his hand, drank the hot soup in one breath, and then let out a long breath of hot breath.
The rough cheeks turned a little rosy for a moment, obviously because the cold wind here was not pleasant.
Ding Xiaoyi cursed in his heart that he deserved it. It was so warm inside that he couldn't come in. He insisted on sitting here and pretending to be 13. He immediately took the bowl and asked in a low voice: "What's going on??"
"You'll know if you go to the pier and see for yourself."
The bad old man didn't know, he just asked Ding Xiaoyi to go and see for himself.
Seeing this, he could only take out his mobile phone, click on the video chat, and wanted to ask Liao Qiu what was going on.
"Dududu..."
The ringing lasted for more than ten seconds before Liao Qiu was seen hurriedly answering the phone. In the picture, Liao Qiu was obviously in a hurry.
"Don't jump in line. What about you? No money? If you don't have any money, get out of here. You'll be next!"
The screen was chaotic for a few seconds before Liao Qiu finally found some time to spare: "Xiao Yi, I'm busy here. If you have anything to say, please tell me!"
"Busy? Someone is coming from the ferry??" Ding Xiaoyi asked hurriedly.
Liao Qiu didn't waste any time and pointed the camera directly at the huge ferry.
You didn't know this, but you were shocked when you saw the huge pier in darkness, with heads everywhere.
"So much?? You're rich!"
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but said in surprise, he would probably be able to collect a lot of tax this time.
However, Liao Qiu was not happy: "Take a closer look."
After hearing what he said, he opened his eyes and looked carefully, and his expression gradually became strange.
The pier is crowded with people, but these people are not coming from outside, but want to go outside.
"Wait, these...are all..."
"That's right, these are all people from the underworld. We don't know what happened, but they had to take a boat to escape."
Liao Qiu continued to complain: "Forget it, some people's minds are still confused and confused, and they can't explain clearly after struggling for a long time. It's not easy to explain, but they are actually a poor guy!"
After saying that, Liao Qiu looked up and glanced behind him, only to see a group of people fighting behind him.
"Okay, no more talking, I'll hang up now!"
After saying that, Liao Qiu hung up the phone.
Upon seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly walked out of the house, stood on a higher place and looked towards the dock: "Hiss!!"
I saw a long, dark queue, a huge queue, walking towards the pier.
Seeing this, he hurriedly ran back to Old Man Zao and said, "So many ghosts are going to run out? You don't care?"
The bad old man glanced at him and asked: "Why do you care? They are not the evil ghosts of hell. Now the back door of Huangquan has been opened. You can come and go freely. You only need to pay money and taxes."
"Then this is too much, isn't it? Are these all in vain?"
"Some are, some are not."
Speaking of this, the old man frowned slightly, glanced at the big man in the room who was drinking with the scholar's heart, and said: "The scholar just now was probably a wandering soul in the underworld. Now that he wakes up, he still thinks he is
I'm on my way to Beijing to take the exam."
The underworld is too big, and there are so many wandering souls who are unwilling to enter the City of Fusi. If these wandering souls stay outside for a long time, they will become confused and confused.
But as the back door of the underworld opened, the turbid air of the underworld dispersed, and gradually these wandering souls began to recover.
But at this stage, his status is basically the same as that of a scholar.
As for the big men in the room, these people did not die in vain.
But the big man was not weak, so he probably hid in a corner and fell asleep for a long time.
After recovery, my thinking was not confused and I knew exactly what was going on.
These guys, strictly speaking, are what Old Man Zao and others call stowaways.
But at the moment, the bad old man no longer cares about them. It would be good for them to leave, as it can reduce the burden on Hades.
Besides, as long as you don't enter the real world, the old man has no objection to entering any foreign land.
But that's not what the old man is worried about.
He slowly turned around and looked at the door of Chaimu's new residence. Ding Xiaoyi followed him and noticed that at some point, a group of people were already standing outside the door.
What surprised him even more was that these people looked familiar to him.
Take a closer look, isn't the young man among them none other than Zhou Yi?
When I first went to Youshan, this guy had paid Chai Rong's attention and was punished by me. I still can't forget his expression when he appeared in front of everyone wearing a handsome and happy outfit.
At that time, Du Ziren wanted to kill him, so he slapped him and almost took away half of his life.
Afterwards, he was even punished by the bad old man to go to the Hell of Exhaustion for three years.
Now he has been released from prison after serving his sentence, and as expected, the person standing by is Zhou Yi's father, the master of Zhou Jue Palace in Beiyin.
Counting together, these people are all old subordinates of the bad old man, but they appear here at this time.
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but squint his eyes and look at the old man. As expected, this old guy's face didn't look very good.
"Meet the Emperor."
Palace Master Zhou Jue bowed respectfully to Old Man Zao. His meticulous appearance made Old Man Zao look dim.
As the Emperor of Beiyin, Palace Master Zhou Jue and others were the first brothers who followed him through life and death, but now they are already strangers.
The old man opened his mouth, but fell silent again. After a moment, he took out a black command arrow from the bamboo building and said: "With my command arrow, you can leave directly on the Chikishu boat."
After saying that, he waved his sleeves and threw the command arrow to Palace Master Zhou Jue.
"Thank you for your grace, Emperor." Palace Master Zhou Jue looked coldly, took the token in his hand, and bowed once again to the former big brother in front of him.
Immediately, he took the others and prepared to leave without looking back.
"Take care!" The old man lowered his head with no discernible expression. Palace Master Zhou Jue paused for a moment, but only stayed for a moment before no longer hesitating, and left in a hurry with everyone.
"this……"
Ding Xiaoyi stood aside and couldn't help but be a little surprised. Before he could ask, another group of people appeared outside the door.
It turned out to be Ox Head, Horse Face, Judge and others.
"You...are leaving too?" Ding Xiaoyi was confused. What happened today? Even these people have to leave the underworld?
The two men with a bull's head and a horse's face looked at each other, glanced sideways at the old man, and did not dare to speak for a while.
Only the judge said bravely: "Greetings to the Great Emperor. We are here to bid farewell to the Great Emperor. May the Great Emperor live long and prosperous lives..."
As the judge spoke, he kowtowed in unison with his head and horse's face.
The bad old man didn't say anything, he just threw out a black command arrow.
Seeing this, the judge's eyes lit up, he quickly took the command arrow and kowtowed repeatedly.
Then he left with the bull-headed horse-face without looking back.
"What on earth is going on? Why does everyone have to leave??"
Ding Xiaoyi was completely confused and didn't know what happened, but the old man was in a low mood and really didn't have the strength to explain anything to him.
So I could only post the message in the group.
After about ten seconds, Pangpang replied: "It's normal. They have been bound to the underworld for too long and are too eager to leave here. Now this opportunity is once in a lifetime, how could they miss it? Besides..."
Pangpang did not continue, but Tutu did not have so many scruples, and then replied; [Besides, going out this time has a great opportunity. Once you can win some power, you can rise to the top in one step. Who can not be tempted by such a temptation?
.]
The so-called authority is exactly what Huo Dou said before, which is the key to ranking after becoming a god.
With the same power, the more powerful you are in this field, the stronger your right to speak.
At present, the underworld has begun to collapse. Even if several great emperors regain their strength, this is a direction that cannot be reversed.
Rather than staying here to be buried, it is better to leave the underworld and venture into the real world, and wait for those foreign gods to be born soon.
Naturally, there are opportunities to compete for authority.
In short, leaving at this juncture is a bit unjust, but it is also natural.
This is why Pangpang is not surprised at all by this incident.
Those who left today are all small characters, and more powerful people will leave Huangquan in the future.
"authority!"
Ding Xiaoyi took a deep breath and looked at the departing bull-headed horse, feeling vaguely uneasy in his heart.
[Are you going to leave too?] He asked Pangpang and others.
Tu Tu herself doesn't know, but whether Pangpang, the leader of the Netherworld, will eventually stay in the Netherworld is also unknown.
Ding Xiaoyi wanted to know how many of them would be left in the vast Youtu if they all left.
This question was very pointed, and neither Tutu nor Pangpang responded. Perhaps among them, except for the old man, no one dared to say that they had figured it out until now.
At this moment, the old man was silent and squatting on the rocks. From a distance, he saw the bull-headed horse-faced palace master Zhou Jue and others riding a Chi-kissed boat slowly heading towards the depths of the underworld.
The group of people also noticed the look in Old Man Zao's eyes, and stood on the Chikishu boat and said goodbye.
The bad old man took a deep breath from the cigarette rod in his hand, and said nothing, but the sparkle in his eyes flashed several times, and it was easy to see that he was filled with indignation and suppressed in his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it.
speak out.
The sound of pipa playing came to my ears, and the song "Big Waves Washing on the Sand" was accompanied by the woman's cold and resentful singing. It made the bad old man squatting on the rocks look even more lonely and cold.
The old man was in a daze, and suddenly raised his eyebrows. He looked back and saw that Ding Xiaoyi was already standing behind him.
"Humph, your wings are getting stronger now, and your courage is getting fatter and fatter." The old man snorted coldly.
I remember that in the past, Ding Xiaoyi was like a big girl who never stepped out of the door and could not get out easily. Even if she was beaten to death, she would not come out easily.
Now he is no longer the ignorant boy he was back then.
Ding Xiaoyi tried to squat next to the old man and looked around. He saw the waves rolling in front of his eyes, as if he was in it.
"I thought there was something good here. I see you squatting here every day. I didn't know and suspected that you were shitting."
He started teasing, and then he put his arm carelessly on the old man's shoulders: "Okay, everyone has their own ambitions, and you can't stop me. So don't squat here and sigh. Let's go back and have a drink. By the way, join me."
Talk about authority."
The old man shook the cigarette pot in his hand and was about to burn Ding Xiaoyi's hand, making him take his hand back quickly.
"What do you say about authority to a guy like you who is not even a god? You are destined to be a weakling for the rest of your life!"
After saying that, the old man stood up and was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something: "By the way, I'll give this to you."
After saying that, he took out something from the bamboo basket and threw it in front of Ding Xiaoyi. His eyes suddenly widened: "Is this... a stone tablet?"