readx;? The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost are two ordinary officials in the underworld. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In any world, it is the same, strength and status determine everything.

The same goes for the Polar Domain, and the same goes for the residence.

This is a remote village that is sixty miles away from the Ghost Gate, inhabited by some idle ghost cultivators in the extreme region who have no way, some little ghosts who have not yet mixed up, or very down-and-out ghosts like big-headed ghosts and small-headed ghosts.

The houses are low, and the whole thing is made of mud bricks.

The two rooms on the front have collapsed in half, and they can't live in it, and only the house on the right, which originally belonged to the kitchen, seems to be barely supported, standing on the ground.

The black surface of the badland cracked one by one, and clumps of weeds turned yellow.

Although he had not been in the underworld for a long time, Zhang Tang also knew that the grass under his feet was the most reflective of the seasonal changes in the Polar Region.

This kind of grass with slender leaves and whitish ends is called "Tianshi grass" in the polar region.

In the spring, the ends are a tender green, in the summer they turn a deep black, in the autumn they turn white, and in winter they are a wonderful deep blue.

Right now, it's autumn in the Polar Domain.

The sky behind them was already overcast, and it was gradually darkening.

There is no sun here, but there is a change of day and night.

Stepping on that piece of dry land, and stepping on this gradually deepening haze, Zhang Tang slowly approached the dilapidated courtyard.

The sound of his footsteps was slow, revealing a smell of unhurriedness.

The long figure cast a long shadow, moving as he advanced.

The ghost official's uniform is black, which will look mediocre when worn on others, and when worn on his body, it also reveals a heavy dead air, but at the same time, it also reveals a heavy evil air.

The red-eyebrowed judge Chu said that this was because he had killed too many people during his lifetime and gradually became contaminated in his soul.

As far as ghost cultivation is concerned, it seems that there is no harm in all kinds.

A cyan vertical mark on the center of his eyebrows made his whole pale face look more and more unkind, with a kind of sharpness and coldness on the edge of a carving knife.

It is his habit to walk slowly with his hands behind his back.

The habit of being an official on an isolated island in the world.

Even if he is just a small ghost now, it seems difficult to change.

"Click, click......"

The footsteps gradually approached, but there was no movement in the house, and I don't know if anyone was there.

As soon as this thought came to Zhang Tang's heart, a "squeak" suddenly sounded in his ears.

He looked up.

The only kitchen door that was still intact was opened, and the little head ghost stood in the doorway, and when he saw him, his face was full of surprise, and then he stepped forward, and turned back and closed the door very naturally.

"Oh, who did I say? Lao Zhang, why are you here?"

The door opened quickly, but it closed quickly.

In the dark room, there seemed to be something in the shadows, but it was impossible to see clearly.

As soon as the door closed, nothing could be seen.

Zhang Tang keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Walking all the way from the village, the white-haired ghost heard that he was coming to find the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost, and said that the two people borrowed a bunch of firewood from him, and they didn't know what to do.

The ghosts of the Arctic are always in a state of hunger.

Borrowing firewood, presumably to cook something to eat.

Because of its character yin, locust wood has become the most common wood used for cooking food in the polar region, and the white-haired ghost also lent out this kind of wood.

Now that he found that the small-headed ghost closed the door so quickly, Zhang Tang was stunned: he was not interested in these foods in the Polar Domain.

Just because people don't want him to know what's inside, he doesn't care.

Seeing the small-headed ghost coming down, Zhang Tang took out the two thick gray books he had hidden in his sleeve, and said straight to the point: "Judge Chu has an order, and I will hand over these two volumes of "Mandate of Heaven" to the two of them for processing. ”

Gray books, each two fingers thick.

There are no eye-catching patterns on the surface, only the left side is written vertically with the words "Heavenly Mandate Copy", and there are three slightly smaller notes below, "Zhanghell Division", indicating that these two "Heavenly Mandate Copy" are related to Zhanghell Division.

"This is the list of new ghosts that have been returned from King Qin Guang's palace in the last seven days. They are all wicked people, and they need to determine the extent of their sins and the punishment they deserve. Gu and Xing had already received some of them, and Judge Chu confessed to hand them over to the two. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Tang handed over the two thick books in his hand.

The little head ghost who had just stood in front of Zhang Tang suddenly felt a toothache.

He couldn't wait to stab the guy in front of him who Judge Chu valued the most recently.

Zhang Tang is the most unpopular ghost official in the underworld recently, he has always had a dead face, and he is nicknamed "Urging Ghost", which basically does not bring any good news to people.

And now too.

His eyes fell directly on the two thick books, and the little head ghost was still extremely nervous before, worried that the matter of picking up a big living person to cook would be discovered, and now he was only full of grief like a mourner.

"This ......"

He didn't stretch out his hand, trying to find an excuse to excuse himself.

Zhang Tang only lifted his eyelids lightly, a pair of emotionless eyes, a bright and cold gaze, and fell on the face of the small-headed ghost.

At that moment, the hairs on the little head ghost were about to stand up!

This look is simply amazing!

As if he had been pricked by a needle, he didn't hesitate anymore, and hurriedly stretched out his hand and hugged the two copies of "Mandate of Heaven" into his arms.

"Haha, hahaha, distracted, distracted......"

"Thank you, Lao Zhang, for your trip, what, you know that our two brothers don't know much about words, and I guess I have to ask you if I don't know it. ”

"By the way, Chu Juan doesn't have anything else to do, right?

A series of words came out of the mouth of the small-headed ghost.

As soon as he was nervous, he was like this.

Zhang Tang is actually just a ghost who came out of the city of vain death, why does he always have a frightening aura on his body?

He secretly broke out in a cold sweat, and he changed the subject, so relieved.

"Copy of the Mandate of Heaven" was no longer in his hand, so Zhang Tang withdrew his hand.

He glanced at the small-headed ghost, remembered the word axe mentioned in his last sentence, and suddenly fell into a trance.

Outside the ghost gate, the axe flew from outside that day.

The whole body was pitch black, but there were blood-red hideous patterns flashing on it, like flowing blood.

I once remembered that what I saw in the Red Killing World in the past had never had such a terrifying appearance.

Perhaps, the axe itself is terrifying.

It's just that there is a nun who doesn't look vicious, holding it, so it neutralizes the fierce aura on the axe.

Now, almost all the people in the top layer of the entire Polar Domain were shaken by this extraterrestrial axe.

When he left Judge Chu's office today, he already knew that the Eight Directions Yan Palace had sent people, but he didn't know how the follow-up would develop.

No one seems to know where the axe came from.

Zhang Tang didn't know how this axe came here.

His experience in the world, the most mysterious is the part of the killing of the red world, and now the old things he saw over there appear here, and he is also puzzled.

He hadn't been in the Polar Domain for a long time, and he didn't have any roots.

No one would know that he actually knew something related to this axe, and no one came to ask him, and Zhang Tang had no interest in taking the initiative to talk about it, so he simply showed that he didn't know about it.

Lowering his eyes and raising his hand, his slightly cool fingertips crossed the vertical mark on his eyebrows.

This is left over from the trip to kill the Red Realm.

"Lao Zhang?"

Some strange sounds suddenly sounded.

Zhang Tang raised his head and saw the little head ghost looking at him a little strangely.

He didn't have any embarrassed expression, but said casually: "Fang just wandered for a moment." There's nothing going on on Judge Chu's side, and there's no news. I've never been one to ask about that. ”

Co-authoring, this means that his little head ghost likes to inquire about news, right?

Yes, don't ask.

The little head ghost grinned and said: "The big head is not here today, I will tell him about this "Mandate of Heaven" when he comes back, and promise to bring it to Chu Juan on time the morning after tomorrow." ”

Zhang Tang actually doesn't care about this, the affairs of others have nothing to do with him, and today's incident is just Judge Chu's speech.

He listened, nodded casually, and said, "Then Zhang has taken his leave." ”

The little head ghost stood in place, and also nodded: "Cheng, Lao Zhang, you walk slowly, be careful on the road!"

Zhang Tang didn't reply, then turned around and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

As soon as the others came out of the courtyard, the little head ghost saw it and immediately spat on the ground: "Phew, what a thing!

The little head ghost never liked this new ghost in his heart.

One is that this person never knows what it means to give face, and doing things is called an iron-faced selfless, and no one will give face, so there is a judge Chu on top of him;

Second, this person can be regarded as hot recently, and I heard that he will participate in the "Ding Competition" of the Bafang Yan Hall in the future, maybe he will be the next judge who will turn the clouds and rain.

Ordinary people, or ordinary ghosts, are often jealous of the virtuous.

It is also common for small-headed ghosts not to wait to see Zhang Tang.

He rolled his eyes several times in the direction where Zhang Tang left, and he was still angry in his heart, and it took a while to remember that there were still people waiting in the house.

With a twist of his head, he looked left and right, and the whole village was very deserted, and no one noticed this, so he took two copies of "Mandate of Heaven" and flashed back with a smoke.

Inside the house.

Seeing sorrow is still honestly tied up in the water tank, the water is still boiling, but she doesn't seem to be affected in any way.

His gaze swept over the black and silver stones in the few dents on the ground, and he knew that this was probably the "Mixed Yuan Array" that could isolate all movement.

The little head ghost is still quite cautious in doing things, especially when life is at stake.

The conversation outside was over, but she still couldn't remember where the voice was familiar.

It seems that she should have heard this voice, but the number of times it appeared was definitely not much, so she was not impressed enough, and she was not familiar enough to remember who it was as soon as she heard it.

"Squeak".

The door opens.

The little head ghost came in, turned around and quickly closed the door.

"Smack. ”

The room was dark again.

The big-headed ghost hurriedly leaned over, his face full of nervousness: "Why did he come?"

"What else could it be? Didn't you hear?

The little head ghost looked gloomy, and threw the two books directly on the stove, and the thick dust immediately splashed up and spread throughout the room.

The big-headed ghost was choked and coughed a few times, and he couldn't speak for a while.

It's just that even so, his eyes fell on the two copies of "Destiny of Heaven", with an expression that his little life was about to be lost.

Just kidding, it's the work of "Destiny Copy" again?

For the two illiterate thugs, it was nothing short of fatal.

When the new ghost comes to the underworld, he first passes through the ghost gate and is escorted to the palace of the first Qin Guangwang, and the judges and ghost officials under the king of Qin Guang simply judge their good and evil, but all those who have more good and less evil or half are directly sent to the eighth hall of the wheel king to enter the reincarnation.

If there is less good and more evil, he will take the mirror of evil, see the right and wrong of his life, good and evil, and record it in the book, which is this "Mandate of Heaven Copy".

Later, the "Copy of the Mandate of Heaven" was served, so that people could check the merits and demerits of these new ghosts during their lifetimes, and then compare the scope of punishment imposed by the Hell under the jurisdiction of His Highness Yafang Yan to decide what kind of punishment they should receive and how long they need to be punished......

Now the messenger sent by Judge Chu is the pair of rosters to check and send them to the Hell Division.

In a word, hard, too hard!

The small-headed ghost is unhappy, and the big-headed ghost is also like a mourner.

Seeing that he didn't understand the situation, he only looked down curiously, and saw the text on it, which was exactly the same as the current text on the isolated island in the world.

She didn't pay attention and looked twice.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the little head ghost looked up, he saw it, and suddenly got angry, grabbed the book back, and choked: "Look at it, what to see?"

“……”

You put it there yourself.

Seeing sorrow, he looked at him innocently.

The big-headed ghost was also quite speechless, and dragged the small-headed ghost to what he wanted to say.

The little head ghost didn't feel embarrassed at all, no way, he was a gangster before he died, and he still can't change it after death, but he is thick-skinned, what can he do to me?

He glanced at the big-headed ghost and snorted, "Big-headed, we can't be discouraged. This nun is from outside, but she shouldn't have the skills to use it. Let's continue to cook, most of the time because the heat is not good, and it won't be bad to cook her. Let's add some firewood to go in, make a continuation of the formation, burn it overnight, and get up tomorrow morning to make a pot of good broth. ”

"Gollum. ”

The big-headed ghost swallowed when he heard this, apparently thinking about eating.

He hesitated to see that he was worried, and he was still entangled in the relationship between eating and morality, but it was just such a small time.

The next moment, the big-headed ghost happily walked over to the door, picked up a locust wood, and threw it directly into the fire, with a determined face: "Xiaotou, you have a point, I'll burn two more to try ......"

"Boom ......"

The locust wood burns so fast that it ignites almost as soon as it is thrown in.

In the blink of an eye, the flames soared up again.

The water flooded to her worried neck, and the boiling water surface was already very close to her ears, and for a while, the boiling sound of "cooing" was endless.

The heat rose, making her vision even more blurry.

But......

There was only one expression on his face: indifference.

She wanted to persuade them not to work blindly, but then she thought: what did they do with her when they burned them?

While these two people hadn't thought of any knives and axes, they were bent on hanging themselves on the crooked-necked tree of "cooked and eaten", and she hurried to think about how she could get out.

So, he remained silent and closed his eyelids.

Dark, helps to think.

First, she had reached the Extreme Realm, a place that existed only in legends for the monks of the Nineteen Continents;

Second, this place is very strange, and there is no way to use any spiritual power, and as for spiritual sense, it seems that it can be used a little, but it cannot be more than a foot away from the body;

Third, the Human Emperor Sword, the Qiankun Bag, and the Spirit Beast Bag are all still here, but because they are more than a foot away from themselves, they can't be used.

If the situation where spiritual power cannot be used is not temporary, then the most useful thing for her right now should be the Qiankun Bag and the Spirit Beast Bag.

There are mink and bone jade in the spirit beast bag, which is still a bit of combat power, and there is an emergency talisman and some other pills in the Qiankun bag, which may come in handy.

The only problem was that both of them needed psionic consciousness to open, and she was tied up in a water tank, unable to access them for a while.

After all the math, everything is back to square one: at least you need to get out first.

Do you want to use the contents of the bag as bargaining chips?

She sighed inwardly and hesitated.

The two little ghosts below are full of excitement.

It seems that after the words of the small-headed ghost, they suddenly found the crux of their worries and can't be cooked: there is not enough time!

It takes an hour or two to stew pork, so how can a monk not take time?

It makes so much sense to compare sorrow to pork.

The big-headed ghost kept adding firewood to it, wiping the hot sweat from time to time, and the small-headed ghost looked at the flames in the stove with glowing eyes, and muttered cruel words in his mouth, wanting to make it look good.

Seeing that a fire-renewing formation had been arranged, and the firewood had been put in the right place, the two of them finally stopped.

The little head ghost patted his dusty hands, got up and looked, ouch, he closed his eyes when he saw sorrow!

Good guy, you must have fainted from the boil!

"Hahaha......"

The little head ghost suddenly laughed proudly and snorted: "Fight with me!"

The corners of his mouth twitched, but he heard it, but he wisely did not speak.

Her face was hidden in that vapor, and this slight expression was not clear to the small-headed ghost.

Anyway, I found that I was "dizzy" when I saw sorrow, and the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost were happy.

The two of them chattered for a while, discussing that they must get up early tomorrow to eat meat and drink soup, and then they were ready to go to bed.

didn't think about it, before going to sleep, the big-headed ghost shook his fingers and pointed to the two copies of "Mandate of Heaven" held in the arms of the small-headed ghost, and some dared not say it.

"That'...... What are I going to do with this......"

“……”

The little head ghost who was happy just now because of the success of cooking people suddenly seemed to be slapped on the head, and there was no joy at all.

The two copies of "Copy of the Mandate of Heaven" in his arms suddenly became heavy, and he didn't look like he was holding two booklets, it was like holding two mountains, and he was about to smash them down at any time.

Raising his head, the small-headed ghost looked at the big-headed ghost, and then at the two books in his arms.

After a while, he said, "Judge Chu will be ...... the day after tomorrow Why don't we take a look tonight?"

Look......

Hehe.

Half an hour later, I heard the following conversation.

"Great Xia, Huai'an, Yancheng, Zhaojiagou, Li San. ”

"Chinese New Year's Eve six, when you are young...... Young...... What do you mean by this?"

"I don't know, it seems to mean stealing, by the way, stealing, stealing!"

"Hmm. Theft when I was young, I'll take a look, it should be sent to the seventh hall, King Taishan is in charge of grinding meat sauce hell, how long will it take?"

……

"Dongcheng Xu Pingsheng is a mountain...... What is this? Look at it, what does this mean?"

"It's like a thief, a thief......"

"Really?"

"Probably......

"If a thief is a thief, he will not be punished, if he is not a thief, he will not be punished......"

"Come on, don't ask, circle it up, and go to the yamen tomorrow morning to ask. ”

"Yes, yes, yes...... This is also circled......"

It's starting to get dark outside.

The room was getting a little dark.

The sound of small discussions was endless, and it seemed that the pain was so extreme that he begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother.

Seeing sorrow and listening, I couldn't help but feel a sense of shock.

These two men, or two ghosts, were actually judging against the Mandate of Heaven what punishment the dead should receive in hell?

The legends about the underworld, about Hades, and about the book of life and death......

It turned out to be true.

Thoughts float.

She remembered the sentence she casually received before, "Long nights and dreams".

Close your eyes for a long time and open them silently.

At some point, an oil lamp had been lit in the room, and it was placed on the broken table in front of the sorrowful one, and the shadow of the lamp swayed.

The two brothers, the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost, were lying on the table, and a big copy of "Mandate of Heaven" was spread out in front of them, which was densely packed with people's names.

The small-headed ghost pointed a finger on the person's name, and a large piece of denser text appeared in front of him, which made people dizzy.

The big-headed ghost bit the shaft of an emerald green brush, making a "click, click, click" sound, scratching his ears and cheeks, and his whole shoulder collapsed, as if he wanted to collapse under the table.

"How do you pronounce this......"

……

It's confirmed, the ghost officials of the Extreme Prefecture are really illiterate.

How did this get to this point?

served.

Seeing the bitter appearance of these two little ghosts almost kneeling in front of "Destiny Copy", there is a kind of absurd admiration and pity.

However, there's no denying that this is a great opportunity.

Seeing that the big-headed ghost's little by little head was about to poke into the pointed brush shaft, he finally opened his mouth when he saw sorrow: "That, do you two need help?"

“……”

The bitter expression on the little head ghost's face suddenly stiffened.

“……”

The big-headed ghost was so frightened that he suddenly raised his hand and poked the tip of the pen directly into his eye socket.

The two little ghosts turned around in unison, and they saw the nun sitting on the stove and "coming back from the dead......

You're a copper pea, aren't you?!