I've calculated everything, Zhang Zhiyan and I have only met each other a few times, and we can't even be familiar with each other.
There is no evidence that can convince her that I am Ye Hesheng.
She is suspicious and has already determined that I am Mu Qiubai from the Fish Sect.
Let's talk about other things.
It’s all in vain.
My heart was filled with despair, and I smiled bitterly: "Just do it."
"Hmph," Zhang Zhiyan raised the knife and was about to thrust it towards my door.
At the critical moment, a red light suddenly shot out from my chest, knocking Zhang Zhiyan away and flying three or four meters away.
The knife fell off and fell to the ground.
I looked down in astonishment, and saw that the ghost cherry wood tablet hidden in my soul on my chest was looming in the form of a red line, and the powerful red light was emanating from it.
Oni Sakura Wooden Tablet, this is the so-called inheritance left to me by Oni Sakura.
Liu Ruyun said that the secret it hides is extremely deep, even more than the hand of heaven.
It is by no means as simple as a space necklace.
At this critical moment, it is like an amulet.
Saved my life.
But what's the use?
My hand tendons and hamstrings are broken.
Even if Zhang Zhiyan doesn't kill me, I will still be a maggot lying in the seven-tailed fox's death pit, with no chance of turning the tables.
The red light was so powerful that Zhang Zhiyan fainted after being knocked away.
I also felt dizzy.
I don’t know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or the thick stench in the cave.
My vision became increasingly blurred and my head became more and more blurred.
Shen gradually fell into a coma.
Time turned into nothingness and fell into eternal darkness.
I was thinking that if I could die in such chaos, it would be nothing more than a great blessing.
There was a "snap" sound from the whip and a sharp tearing pain in the back.
"Get up, lazy pig" came a sharp roar, and I suddenly opened my eyes.
But he saw himself lying on a gravel-strewn mountain road, and his back was in burning pain.
The one who beat me was a shirtless green-skinned kid, holding a barbed bone whip in his hand, looking at me fiercely and horribly.
The sky around me was hazy and dim, this was the underworld, and I was surrounded by skinny and tortured ghosts carrying stone slabs up the mountain. , all of them were dull and sad, their backs were so bent that they were so pressed.
"If you don't fucking get up, I'll throw you into the pot and stew."
The kid's green eyes widened and he yelled at me.
In the surrounding bare valleys, countless black vultures were flying like reconnaissance planes.
Some of them picked up tired ghosts lying on the ground and flew to no one knows where.
My mind was buzzing and I didn’t understand what was happening.
How could I be in the construction site of the underworld?
The injuries on my hands and feet seemed to have healed.
Am I already dead?
Seeing that he was about to crack the whip again, I quickly picked up the stone slab beside me and followed the ghost workers step by step up the mountain.
It’s not appropriate to make mistakes for the time being.
Let’s take a look at the situation first.
It seems that I am really dead.
All the skills and techniques I had before are gone.
Even the ghost hands have returned to their normal appearance.
The ghost cherry wood sign, space ring, hand of heaven, etc. were all gone.
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I was only wearing a prison uniform, the same as when Ming Yan Xiaoliang and others rushed to hell.
I died, and there was no process.
I went directly to the construction site in the underworld.
Don’t I need to take the Huangquan Road to Senluo Hall to be judged?
Sanwei, Jin Jia, Liu Ruyun, and my little Tianci, where are you all?
Jinjia and Sanwei are demons.
They have no human souls.
If they die, they will never be resurrected.
Liu Ruyun and I have different numerology.
At this time, she might be like Mingyan back then, being escorted by ghost soldiers, walking step by step on the road to hell. walking.
I felt endless sadness and loss.
Finally, I was the only one left in the world.
Life is like a dream, you come and go by yourself.
Perhaps loneliness is the true meaning of life cycle.
No one can accompany you forever.
"Be smart as hell and let me find out whoever is lazy, skin them and throw them into the copper water.
There is no shortage of ghosts in the underworld."
The foremen and ghost soldiers screamed, and each of them stared with evil eyes in pain.
"people".
Carrying the slate on my back, I felt endless confusion.
In the illusion of the silver fox, Oni Sakura told me that I was the illegitimate son of the King of Hell.
How could I suffer in the underworld?
It was so ridiculous.
I shook my head laughing at myself.
I was actually thinking about this.
The silver fox was teasing me.
I am not young, it is very good at catching people's psychological weaknesses, using the logical relationships in memory to fabricate lies that make you doubt your life.
The voiced-tailed bird called me brother.
Huang Changshou said that the voiced-tailed bird was transformed into the daughter of the King of Hell.
I was really being sentimental and treating myself like a dish.
Along the steep hillside, I saw a majestic and huge palace under construction in the vast valley.
There were more ghosts working at the construction site at the bottom of the valley.
Some of them were chiseling stone slabs to carve patterns, and some were shoveling earth and moving mud. , some are processing wooden windows, and we stone-moving ghosts are doing the most unskilled work.
There were men and women among the ghost workers, old and young, and the scene was very spectacular.
I saw many female ghosts with no clothes on, some even working shirtless, showing no dignity for women at all.
Here, ghosts are ghosts, there is no distinction between gender, only different types of work.
I saw that the prison uniform I was wearing was still very new, but there were many ghost workers in the team behind me, with their buttocks half exposed and covered with rocks.
Their prison uniforms It was already rotten.
After following the ghosts to move rocks for a day, my soul was so tired that I could hardly stand up from my knees.
There were no work sheds here, but cave dwellings less than one person high were dotted on the southern hillside.
It looks like a tomb cave, densely packed like a honeycomb.
The old ghost who worked with me told me that the cave was not for us to live in, but for the foremen who looked after us.
We could only live at the construction site and let the wind and rain blow.
There are more than 300,000 ghost workers working here, and some are disabled to death from exhaustion every day.
This old man's surname is Zhang.
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He has been dead for almost seventy years.
During these seventy years, he has been working hard.
After completing the work on one mountain, he went to the next mountain.
"Young man, you are new here.
You should take your time in everything and don't dare to show slack, otherwise you will be eaten by others," the old ghost warned solemnly.
"Being eaten by others" I looked at him in surprise.
"Yes," he coughed lightly and said, "Every day we work, we will consume Yin Qi.
The foremen will get some limbs from hell for us to eat to replenish Yin Qi.
If you act lazy, they will I’ll stew you directly.”
"Ah" my heart skipped a beat, wouldn't the stumps in hell eventually return to their original shape?
Why would they be eaten by other ghosts?
Seeing my confused look, Lao Gui Zhang patted me on the shoulder and said, "The foreman who scolded you today is still a good person, otherwise, you would have been in trouble by now."
While we were talking, it was already time to eat.
The ghost workers lined up one by one to eat in the "canteen" in the southwest corner of the col.
I also followed the team and finally understood what the old ghost Zhang meant.
The food is held in large copper pots of 20 to 30 square meters.
There is a green ghost fire underneath, and it is simmering.
It is full of ghost limbs and internal organs, as well as hair and feces.
The ghost workers take it.
Holding "bowls", they lined up in an orderly manner to get rice.
The foreman took a huge spoon and scooped them out one spoon at a time.
Seeing this scene, I immediately vomited, but what I vomited out were streams of thick black yin.
"Don't you dare reveal your secrets, otherwise you won't have the strength to win the job the next day," Old Ghost Zhang warned with a horrified look on his face.
"You guys just eat this?"
I asked in horror.
"Otherwise, why should we eat?"
Old ghost Zhang looked at me in confusion and said, "In the world of the world, people live with a breath of yang energy, and in the underworld, they live with a breath of yin energy.
If you don't eat this, you won't be able to replenish the yin energy, and you won't be able to finish tomorrow's work."
You have to let others eat the work."
My mind is buzzing, it’s so cruel, it really is the underworld, there is no humanity at all "This is treating people too seriously.
After death, if there are no serious sins, wouldn't they be reincarnated?"
I covered my mouth and asked, holding back my nausea.
The old ghost Zhang sneered: "Reincarnation, what do you think of beauty?
Do you know how many people have been born in the world from ancient times to the present?
A total of 17 billion.
Among them, the so-called bad guys who want to go to hell are not even 5.
They are not considered beasts.
Anyone who has been reincarnated as a human wants to be a human, how can it be that easy?”
He sighed and continued: "Being born as a human being is a very lucky thing.
In fact, we are also considered lucky.
Working here is better than suffering in hell.
Maybe one day we will become someone else's meal. " My soul and body trembled, it turns out that this is the truth of the underworld.
In the food queue, I also saw a familiar figure.
It turned out to be Zhang Zhiyan.
Oh my God, she’s here too.
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Zhang Zhiyan was also wearing a brand-new prison uniform, holding a stone bowl, and followed a group of female ghosts in fear and trembling.
She stared at the copper pot that exuded a strong stench of corpse oil, with a look of disgust and disgust on her face.
This wicked bitch is really dead.
It seems that the so-called "beautiful woman" who forced me to avenge Ye Hesheng is really a demon corpse.
That's all.
We are all as useless as the world.
Existence, life is so sad, death is so painful, and the original resentment towards her has been relieved.
It was my turn to cook, and the ghost foreman put a big bowl of dead intestines into my bowl, with feces in it.
I was so disgusted that I collapsed immediately.
Seeing how pretentious I was, he lifted up the skull rice spoon and slapped me hard.
Hit my head.
"My lord, my lord, he is ignorant.
He is just here.
Don't be offended."
The old ghost protected me.
He picked up the stone bowl with a smile, helped me fill up the intestines of the dead man, and then pulled me aside.
After avoiding the foremen, Lao Gui Zhang looked at me with a horrified look on his face and scolded me: "You don't want to live anymore.
I'm doing you a favor by giving you intestines.
This thing is the best for replenishing yin energy."
I shook my head with a wry smile and said, "Aren't we all dead?
How can we talk about living?"
"You know that when a person dies, he becomes a ghost, and when a ghost dies, he becomes a ghost.
If you really become a ghost, you can only use it as excrement to grow flowers.
It's bullshit that you will die once.
Even if you are eaten by others, you will still be conscious. , and finally turned into ghost shit," Old Ghost Zhang scolded
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