The one who saves the world?

At this moment, I was sitting in a Shaxian store next to the Naihe Bridge in Difu, and suddenly heard the news from the shopkeeper, and I couldn't hold back, and sprayed all the Shaxian Tun bone soup that had just been drunk into my mouth and had not had time to taste it on the face of a young man in the front seat. The young man in the front seat turned to look at me with wide eyes, with an angry expression: "What do you think you do?"

I apologized again and again: "Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. After speaking, he took off the cloth on Meng Po's shoulders and stepped forward to wipe it for the man.

Meng Po stood behind me and said leisurely: "Don't take that wipe, we have wet wipes in the store, ten yuan a pack!"

I waved my hand: "It's okay, it's okay, just use this." "This Meng Po, I spray other people's little brother on the face, you have to account for 80% of the responsibility, now I borrow your rag to use, and you still want to take the opportunity to make my money?

Meng Po scratched her head, "If you have to, wipe it, don't blame me for not telling you, the one you are holding in your hand is not a rag, but my grandson's diaper." ”

I embarrassedly held the rag in the air, looked at the young man's wet yellow face, and said apologetically, "That...... Why don't you go out and inquire, when has my Luohan Sect Zhang Jianfeng ever been so bullied? Today, if you don't give me an explanation, I must make you look good?"

Me: "Luohan Gate?"

Feng Xiaoan leaned in my ear and whispered: "The Arhat Gate was built by the disciples who were ignited when the Dragon Descending Arhat was reincarnated to Pudu Sentient Beings, although the people are not prosperous, but they are all equipped with the stunt of the Dragon Descending Arhat, and their strength should not be underestimated!"

I once again recalled the old Li who used farts and boogers as weapons, and patted my chest happily. Thanks to the fact that I have already sprayed it, there is nothing left in my stomach.

Me: "I said little! It's all a misunderstanding, you know, your master and I are ......."

Zhang Jianfeng: "My name is Zhang Jianfeng!"

Me: "Crazy?"

Zhang Jianfeng: "Zhang Jianfeng!"

Me: "Xiao Zhang?"

Zhang Jianfeng was obviously not interested in my set of qualifications, and shouted angrily: "Call me Zhang Jianfeng!"

I waved my hand: "Okay, whatever you want, Zhang Jianfeng, are you from Luohan Sect?"

Zhang Jianfeng saw that I knew about their sect, so he raised his head proudly: "Now I know that I have provoked the wrong person!"

I smiled awkwardly: "I don't know what the relationship between you and Lao Li is?"

Zhang Jianfeng frowned: "Who is Lao Li? ”

Me: "Isn't that right? Lao Li, that old immortal, isn't he the Dragon Descending Arhat? Isn't he your leader?"

Zhang Jianfeng: "Our head is a well-known sleeping fairy!"

Me: "Sleeping fairy?" is it...... No..... Be..... Speak...... Speech...... This...... Shape...... of?"

Zhang Jianfeng: "Do you know my master?"

It turned out that the little brother in front of me who was sprayed with soup on his face was actually the apprentice of the Sleeping Arhat Fist who claimed that he could only do his work when he was asleep. I smiled relievedly, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Put away your stick, we are our own family, you know, I saved your master from the dog demon last time!"

Zhang Jianfeng was shocked when he heard this: "It turned out to be you! I heard the master say that when the dog demon bewitched everyone with a magic sound, suddenly a descendant stood up and sang a song in the long-lost Angora wild donkey pie Jiao* panting singing style, transforming the endless mana into a sharp transposition, and moaning the pain of everyone who was about to be raped by the dog demon but was powerless to resist. The way of chanting is perfectly interpreted, reflecting the spirit of absolute uncompromise even if the people who were controlled by the dog demon at that time were pressed to the ground and humiliated, and in this sharp voice like killing pigs, a trace of calm anger was cleverly added, so that everyone's stomach acid had a strong resonance, and through the purely physical way of vomiting, everyone was rescued from the dog demon's magic wand!

Me: "Well, it's the first time I've seen someone sing so unpleasantly!"

Zhang Jianfeng: "?"

Me: "It's okay, it's okay. Is your master okay?"

Zhang Jianfeng smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just that now as long as I hear a sound of more than 70 decibels, I want to vomit." ”

Me: "Well, my skills are too strong, so it's inevitable that your master will have some sequelae." You go back and tell him, just watch the Supergirl anthology a few more times if it's okay, and it will get better slowly!"

Zhang Jianfeng listened to it and thanked him again and again. As for the soup I accidentally sprayed on his face, that's it.

In this way, after a small episode in Meng Po's shop, our tour group embarked on a new journey.

Under the leadership of Director Feng, our group came to a small bungalow, and Director Feng pointed to this small house and said to us: "Everyone, this magnificent building standing in front of you now is the most famous eighteen-story hell in the underworld!"

Are you taunting me? Is the primary school Chinese taught by a physical education teacher? The small dilapidated room on the first floor actually dares to use the word grandeur?

Zhang Jianfeng looked at the bland building in front of him, and said disappointedly: "Tour guide, your underworld can't be fake, right? Shouldn't the eighteenth layer of hell be the eighteenth floor?"

The surrounding crowd also looked forward to the building and began to chirp and shout for a refund.

Feng Dao beckoned to everyone, signaling everyone to be quiet: "You don't have to worry, as long as you follow me in and take a look, you will feel that this trip is worthwhile!"

When I entered the door, I saw that there was only one elevator standing in the empty living room. The tour guide took us into the elevator, and after entering the fingerprints, the elevator suddenly lit up with eighteen exhibition lights, which were written from minus one to minus eighteen.

I see! The legendary eighteen layers of hell are actually underground!

Director Feng smiled, and after pressing minus one, the elevator turned straight down.

When the door on the basement floor opened, everyone was stunned.

The entire negative layer is immense, covered by glaciers, and there is no end in sight.

At the elevator door, two bewitching beauties were holding fur coats and shouting: "Tourists, the temperature inside is cold, and those who need to add clothes can come here!"

Everyone shivered as they lined up to take their coats.

At this time, Director Feng came over and pulled me out of the team, and whispered, "Your own people, don't rent those useless things with that money." ”

Me: "But it's really cold in here!"

Director Feng: "Nonsense, it's more than minus 7,600 degrees inside, can it not be cold? Not to mention fur, even if you are wearing a space suit, you have to choke on the cold!"

Me: "What then?"

Director Feng smiled: "Don't worry, have you ever heard of ghosts catching colds? Now you are a soul body, no matter how cold you are, you will be fine!" After speaking, he took everyone who had changed their clothes and stepped on the snowmobile and drove into the vast ice prison.

Ten minutes later, we arrived at the site of the Ice Hell.

At this moment, hundreds of evil spirits are being held here, wearing bathing suits, trembling in the distance.

I pointed to them and asked Director Feng, "What is this for?"

Director Feng: "What else can I do, get lunch!"

Me: "Lunch?"

Director Feng: "That's right, we advocate ghost textual supervision, of course we have to include three meals a day! They eat Häagen-Dazs at noon, and the breakfast is Qiaolez, and it is richer at night, but they have a buffet with Lu Xue!"

Eating these on such a cold day? Is this still called ghost humanism? You ghosts are really amazing!

After everyone visited the Ice Prison, Director Feng happily led everyone to the second floor - the Fire Hell.

Hell is the exact opposite of Ice, the entire space is covered in lava lakes and active volcanoes, and the inferents serving their sentences are all wearing fur coats and cotton hats that we just used on the first floor, and are eating spicy incense pots around a small table.

Director Feng smiled and was just about to introduce us to this layer.

I interrupted him by interjecting: "Sensei, I know, this layer must be hot and spicy, is it spicy for breakfast? Spicy fragrant pot at noon, and eat a little fat sheep at night?"

Director Feng waved his hand: "Wrong, in order to reflect the caring spirit of our prefecture, they eat foreign meals at night." ”

Me: "What foreign meal?"

Director Feng: "Korean barbecue!"

Me: "I suddenly feel that the ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty are too small compared to you guys!"

Director Feng: "Ladies and gentlemen, do you want to eat with them? The experience price is only 1,288!"

Everyone shook their heads while wiping their sweat and said, "I don't want to! On such a hot day, my mouth has five bubbles on my mouth for a minute here, and I dare to eat these? Isn't that looking for death!"

Director Feng: "Then let's go to the next room?" said that, he took us to the third floor, the Wind Prison.

Feng Dao resisted the strong wind, grabbed the handle of the wall with both hands, and said loudly to us: "Wind Hell, as the name suggests, is the place where the wind is everywhere! The minimum wind force here is 13 every day, and the maximum wind force can reach 300! However, the ghosts here can enjoy special treatment that is not available in the upper two floors!"

Me: "What's the treatment?"

Director Feng pointed to a figure standing in the wind in the distance and said, "Do you see the lighter and cigarette he is holding in his hand? All the ghosts who are imprisoned on this floor can get a lighter and a cigarette for free, as long as someone can light a cigarette, they can be released from prison early!"

I pouted: "You have to give a windproof lighter! Give an ordinary lighter, who can light it in this strong wind!"

Director Feng: "This ...... Don't ask me, this level of constructivism is from your boss!"

Me: "Urging?"

Director Feng smiled: "That's right!"

Me: "This old immortal is really bad!"

Director Feng's face changed and he hurriedly covered my mouth: "What is said in this layer, the old man can hear it, you speak carefully, that old man is very vindictive, don't turn back to close this layer for you, it will be worth the loss!"

At this time, a lewd voice suddenly came from the air: "Feng Xiaoan, hurry up to the door to get your smoke and fire!"