After that, every day or two, he could see people suddenly appear in the wilderness, most of them were weak and slow, and some even turned into a cloud of dust shortly after they appeared. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the little flocculent dust in the sky, he knew that it was all the embers of the soul.

He was a little strange why none of the people he met were normal, and he knew that he was the scum of society at a glance.

Wu Chang couldn't help but think, "Did you think that I was also a wicked person, or did you deliberately put me into the pile of wicked people to endure suffering?"

Someone offered to go with him, but he ignored it and sped straight forward.

A few days later, a strong man appeared not far in front of him, his soul body was relatively solid, his body was tall and big, his eyes were wide open, he saw that there was no length, his eyes released a fierce light, and shouted: "Wu Na, what is in your waist, offer it, grandpa will spare your life, otherwise, grandpa will tear you apart!"

Wu Chang secretly sneered, this big man must have been a mountain king who killed people and sold goods before his death, robbery has become a habit, and he has become a ghost and has to loot other people's property, seeing that this big man is not very old, he must have died a sidewalk, and he still does not accept the lesson in the underworld.

Wu Chang gently untied the cable and held on to one end.

He was annoyed, tired and ready to kill.

The big man's face was overjoyed, and he exclaimed, "That's right, throw it over and let grandpa see it." ”

He walked briskly over without a long time.

The big man felt that something was wrong, and shouted viciously: "What do you want to do, do you want to die, do you know what grandpa does?"

There is no place to listen to his croaking, and the cable is swung out like a long whip.

The big man shouted angrily and used his arm to block it, and pounced on Wu Chang.

His leaping body was smashed into a cloud of dust by the cable like a sand sculpture, and the powder fell to the ground in a flutter.

Wu Chang retracted the rope and stroked it lovingly, this was the first weapon he came to the underworld, where could he use a weapon to kill this big man, one punch was enough, but he wanted to try the power of this rope whip.

It is worthy of being a river patrol in the underworld, and the long rope whip did not disappoint him, and Wuchang was very satisfied.

But he frowned, after he killed this big man, he actually got some of the memory fragments of the big man.

The big man's name is Drey, and the planet where he is located is called Tangxing.

There are many sects above the stars, the largest of which is the Lingjiao.

Dre is a disciple of the Lingjiao, there is an envoy under the god, and Dre has seen the envoy show his divine power, slowly flying up from the ground, his body is glowing, and the image of the god appears behind him.

Dre is not a robber, but an apologetic in a small town, to put it bluntly, he is a thug, relying on brute force to protect the interests of Lingjiao, and his practice is to take and rob by force, and he is stronger than a robber.

Dre was hacked to death during a conflict between the Disciples and the Flame cult of another sect.

Wu Chang shook his head, killing an undead would even get these garbage memories, it seems that you can't easily kill people in the underworld.

He gently tied the cable around his waist and continued on his way.

After that, if someone dared to provoke him, he would cripple him with his hands, instead of killing him directly, leaving him with a trace of his remnant soul and fending for himself.

This is the underworld, the world of the dead, where there are no laws and no moral constraints.

There's not a good guy here anyway.

But if others don't come to provoke him, he won't take the initiative.

Even if these people are damned bad people, villains, murderers, they don't need him to judge.

He didn't want to spend a little more soul power on these people, and he didn't want to get their dirty memories.

The underworld seems to be boundless, and it has been going in the same direction for about five years, and there has been no change.

Wuchang's sense of direction is very good, but after such a long journey, there is still a gray sky and a dusty earth, and Wuchang can't help but wonder if he is going in circles.

But he believed that he had not lost his way, because although the heavens and the earth had not changed, man had changed.

In the beginning, I could only see one person in a day or two, but gradually I could see one or two a day, and now I can see one or two in an hour.

And these people are gradually becoming normal, and they no longer look like vicious people, at least they don't look like them on the surface, as for whether they are two-faced and three-knifed, they can't remove their masks.

Although he did not allow these people to walk with him, they followed in his footsteps from afar.

Wu Chang looks like a strong man, and there is a kind of evil aura that no one can approach, only those who have no eyes dare to provoke him.

In a helpless world, following the strong is the best option.

In this way, an estimated five years have passed.

At this time, the undead in the underworld are already very dense, and you can see one not far away, and there may suddenly be one more person around you at any time, which is no longer strange, and the soul of these undead is not the same, some are slightly deeper, some are extremely light, and some even have only a shallow human form left, and it will not be long before there will be phantom-like undead scattered and turned into flocculent dust and drifted down to the gray earth.

There are men, women, and children in the ranks of the undead, but there are no young children, and young children are not yet able to form souls.

Most of the undead look strange, dressed in all kinds of strange costumes, which should be the most familiar clothes in life and form a self-image in the soul, just like the monk robe at this time.

Although the costumes of the undead come in different shapes, they are all colorless, and in the underworld, there is only one color, gray.

Looking at the clothes and looks of these undead, he concluded that these undead were not from the same planet, as most of them were costumes he had never seen before.

Ahead, there is finally a change.

In the distance, a group of figures slowly marched forward, everyone silently lowered their heads, their steps staggered, and the people in front of them followed, occasionally one raised his head, also a hollow gaze, and then lowered his head again, the whole team seemed to be pulled by an invisible rope.

The scattered undead around consciously joined the team, and then gradually became like the people in the team, and walked towards an unknown fate in a daze.

Once a person knows that he has died and become an undead, his ambitions will soon be worn out, and he will slowly accept the arrangement of fate in this hopeless underworld.

The undead are actually souls that have been deprived of hope.

When Wu Chang saw the team, his heart rejoiced, and he quickened his pace.

Where there is a team, there is a direction.

He rushed to the back of the line and looked ahead, only to see the long queue moving forward with no end in sight.

The direction of the queue was about the same as the direction in which he was traveling, with a slight deviation.

With the reference of the queue, the confidence of the non-long has increased greatly.

Of course, he will not be in the middle of the line, but some distance from the line, along the direction of the line, striding forward.

Everywhere they passed, some people in the team turned their heads to look over, most of them showing surprised expressions, as if wondering why this person was still full of energy, didn't he know that he was dead?

There were also people who just looked as if they didn't see anything, and continued to lower their heads and slowly move forward.

In the wilderness, there are people like Wuchang who travel alone, but there are not many.

He could see a line in the distance, traveling in the same direction and at a normal speed.

He walked between the two teams, rushing forward at a speed far beyond the ranks.

He also had to rush to the Sansheng Stone to find Xingzhen.

The road ahead is long, and it seems endless.

Seven years later, the ranks on both sides had gone from one to two.

For such a long time, the will of the long time was also a little wearaway, he didn't know what was in front of him, and he didn't know when he would arrive, and he seemed to be gradually affected by the emotions of the team, becoming a little dazed and numb.

In the middle of the line, someone suddenly called him: "Long Gongzi!"

After a pause, he turned his head to see that one of the people in the team next to him left the queue and chased after him, wearing a monk's robe, although it was a different style.

This person is thin, with long legs and short body, high forehead, narrow cheeks, pointed chin, deep sunken eyes, flat nose, and a bitter look with the corners of his mouth pulled down, vaguely familiar.

Wu Chang's spirit was lifted, and his consciousness quickly recovered from his stupor.

"Young Master Long, it's so nice to see you!" the bitter-faced man seemed to be laughing, but it looked like crying.

"Are you?" asked Wu Chang.

The bitter-faced man bowed his hand: "Young Master Long, my real name is Shao'an, I am a teacher of the God of Mourning, we have crossed the bitter sea together, and I have to thank Long Gongzi for answering on the thorny passage, otherwise I may not be able to support it." ”

Wu Chang immediately knew that this was one of the 238 surviving monks of the 200,000 monks in the post station.

This bitter gourd face is a good match for being a disciple of the mourning gods.

Wu Chang was happy in his heart, and hurriedly changed his fist and returned the salute: "It turned out to be a mourning son." ”

Wai Shao'an shook his hands and said: "I don't dare to call Gongzi, Gongzi Long can call me Shao'an." ”

Wu Chang was not polite, and asked, "Shao'an, why are you here?"

Wai Shao'an replied: "Young Master Long, after I entered the Taixi Gate, I went to this wilderness, and I didn't see anyone else, I went around for a few years, and when I met this team, I lined up in the team, but I didn't expect to let me meet Long Gongzi first." ”

"How many years?"

It had been seventeen or eighteen years since he entered the Gate of Taixi, and he had been stationed outside the gate for about twenty years, could it be that this Ai Shao'an had been walking in the team for at least thirty years? But it only took him about seven years to get here from the end of the line, and even if his speed was fast, it would not reach more than four times.

Wu Chang asked, "How long have you been in the queue?"

Wai Shaoan replied: "It's about ten years, and in the queue, the loss of soul power is much smaller. ”

Wu Chang understood why most people wanted to form a team, presumably in addition to not losing their way, the main reason was to reduce the loss of soul power, and the laws of the underworld were not completely invincible.

But it's even more strange that there is no longevity, Wai Shao'an has been in the team for ten years, and he has been around for a few years before, so where have the other twenty years gone?

He asked, "How long has it been since you entered the Gate of Taixi?"

Wai Shaoan said uncertainly: "There is no sun and moon in this underworld, it is not easy to calculate the time, I estimate that it will be at least fourteen or fifteen years, maybe seventeen or eighteen years." ”

Wu Chang was stunned, how could there be such a big gap in the estimate? Could it be that the error of Shao'an's estimate was greater than he thought, at least more than doubled?

He asked, "Will it be more than thirty years, or longer?"

Wai Shaoan immediately shook his head: "No, I have been mixed in the post station for tens of thousands of years, and there is no sun and moon in the post station, but there is a time comparison, I have long been used to it, even if I estimate that there is a discrepancy, but I will not be more than twenty years since I entered the gate of Taixi, oh, I am calculated according to the time of the post station." ”

The length of the post is also based on the time of the station.

He quickly understood that the speed of time inside and outside the Gate of Taixi was also inconsistent!

Twenty years outside the Taixi Gate may only be equivalent to one or two years in the underworld.

Perhaps the outer part of the Gate of Taixi is not the real underworld.

Wu Chang quickly thought of more possibilities, maybe the speed of time in the underworld is not the same as the real world!

Even, the proportions of the space of the underworld to the real world may be very different.