"The pollen ghost was born in the first hundred generations, although the nature is pure but always abandoned, the last life was sold to a brothel by his brother at the price of five taels of silver, and then he was abused to death because he would rather die than obey discipline, and he was reduced to a lonely ghost because he did not reach his lifespan, and then gradually became the climate,

Met the reincarnation of his brother in his previous life by mistake.,Because of the resentment aroused and turned into a ghost and killed his brother.,In order to escape the punishment of the ghost.,On the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the ghost door was opened.,Escaped to the road of death.,And settled here"

"These cages are former bustard mothers?" I sighed very much about the encounter of the pollen ghost, which is also bizarre and thrilling. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Exactly"

"What about the beautiful ghost who gave you food?" I couldn't help but think of the blood-soaked twin peaks on the plate, and my stomach couldn't help but churn again.

"That's Ji Wuming's old friend, it has nothing to do with me, legend has it that she and Ji Wuming were the first to come to the road of death, one of the two was a scholar, and the other was a tofu seller, Ji Wuming was talented but was not appreciated because of his stuttering, and he was poor all year round.

The woman eloped with her despite her family's opposition, and then the two became married and ran a small workshop, the woman sold tofu, and Ji had no life to farm, but it was not a coincidence, the woman was jealous because of her beauty, and was tortured and ill-treated after being snatched away.

Ji Wusheng couldn't escape the doom to save his wife, and finally both hands and feet were cut off, his tongue was pulled, he was tied to a stone and sank into the river, the corpse was eaten by the big fish, the two died in vain, and could not be reincarnated, and then practiced with the help of the dragon qi in the water, and became a fierce ghost. Ziyang Road.

"Oh? Is the Ghost Face Cliff a sea of blood with human faces? "I remembered the scene when I almost fell into it not long ago, and I couldn't help but be terrified.

"Well, it's strange to say, the reason why the ghost face cliff is called so is because there are countless ghosts inside, listening to Ji Wufang, there are at least seven or eight ghosts who accidentally escape into the ghost face cliff every year, but no one has ever been able to climb up alive from it, and he and the beautiful ghost are the only ones."

"It's no wonder that the Ghost Binding Order will choose him to be the next ghost king, maybe this is fate," Zhu Yifei sighed.

Hearing this, Ziyang suddenly let out a few weird laughs, but in an instant, Zhu Yifei couldn't help but look at him sideways and said strangely: "What are you laughing at, then what does this have to do with us not being able to sit in the carriage?" ”

"There's nothing here but ghosts, if you're in a car, they're pulling, could it be that you forgot the kid who rode the woman? It's almost there," Ziyang said, stretching out his hand and pointing to the small courtyard not far away, where the queue was often barely visible.

Zhu Yifei looked over, and was a little speechless, isn't it, just see a doctor, has the population swelled to this extent?

The horn-shaped attic building is not high, but the silver-white luster looks very intimate in this field without any light source, for some reason, there is no sun or moon in this field, and it is almost dependent on the reflection of the soul lamp, and it should be an extremely dim city but can see all the subtleties.

For example, the weird hair-like fine grass on the wall, the white silk-like ant maggots drilled out of the cracks in the black bone plates, and the black forehead that can be seen clearly from a distance of almost ten meters, and the words 'painting bones' written on it are extremely capricious.

The word 'painting' and the word 'Tian' are extremely huge, almost lining the upper 'one' character into a dot, and the 'moon' under the word 'bone' is simply thin into strips, looking like a child with a big basket on his head.

"This word, how can it be written like a three-year-old child" Zhu Yifei couldn't help frowning and complaining, thinking: Is Ziyang leading the wrong way, if this is a medical hall, what kind of ugly doctor's words are, this is simply a masterpiece like a ghost crying wolf.

"A doctor is a three-year-old child," Ziyang said.

"What? You didn't lie to me? Zhu Yifei's eyes widened and looked at Ziyang, who was as calm as water, and wondered if he was telling a joke.

"Go in and see you," the two of them spoke, and then came to the front of the long line, just in time to hear a child's voice from inside, who was not very eloquent: "Down, yes (one)"

"And. Slow" Ziyang hurriedly stepped forward, stopped the ghost who was about to enter the medical hall, and shouted at the door here: "Ji. Not. Life. Yes. Urgent. Sick"

"Line up" The Tong Yin refuted Ziyang's forced request mercilessly, and called "Go down (one), come in"

When the ghost Li saw that it was Ji Wusheng, he was still very face-saving, so he immediately gave up that position, and Zhu Yifei walked in with an awkward smile on his back with the little monk on his back, looking at the row of expressionless grimaces, he felt that the hatefulness of cutting in line was in stark contrast to the high-quality courtesy.

Nepal media, you must know that there are all powerful ghosts standing here, so if you launch a ruthless attack and kill a group of mortals in seconds, is it really good to be so shameless?

Maybe it's because of Ji Wu's life, obviously these ghosts are not dissatisfied, watching her walk over with such a big thorn, her eyebrows and eyes didn't move, as if she was not surprised by this kind of thing, very calm and calm.

I have to say that the feeling of not having to wait is quite good, after entering the medical hall, the door behind me was tightly closed, and I saw that the huge room was full of all kinds of heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, as well as all kinds of fleshy bones on the shelves.

In the direction of the door lay several large beds, on which lay two ghosts sleeping, covered with brown and yellow fresh human skin, cut into thin strips, like gauze, with many small circular pinholes on them, dense and creepy.

On the left side of the bed is a multi-storey medicine cabinet, like a wooden drawer stacked on top of each other irregularly, a height of ten floors, the staggered placement is messy, it is like a pile of groceries, especially the top row, almost half of the volume is suspended in the air, it seems that a slightly heavier walk will shake the entire medicine cabinet down, burying people into a grave.

And on the right side of the bed was a long stone table that was neither high nor low, silver-white, almost the same as the building materials of the house, and behind the stone table was the dried corpse of a sitting man, and above the dry corpse, there was a child more than three feet tall, wearing a short white gown, with sleeves attached, and a pair of small hands holding a hammer and a bone knife, and his head was bare, only a circle of red hair, about an inch long, and the roots were erect, and the straight ones were a little terrifying.

The two round eyes on a small face are not in the eye sockets, but the whole suspension floats in front of the cheeks, up and down, after seeing Ji Wuming and her, the faint blue-green luster, the small lips are split to reveal the two rows of jagged fangs inside, and he smiled: "Just like you" (I know it is)

"I. Want. See. "Ziyang imitated Ji Wuming's speech almost to the same point, and sometimes he was a little scared to see him and Ji Wuming talking, after all, two identical people spoke with the same accent but said completely different words, which was more impressive than twins.

"I'm a chicken drop, Da Yin hasn't been busy lately?" The child floated from the corpse chair to the table as he spoke, looking excited.

"Busy. I. Friend. Friend. Io. Region. Outside. Come. Target. Accept. No. Finish. This. Village. Target. Ghost. Angry with you. Help. Busy. See. Look," Ziyang said, taking down the little monk from behind Zhu Yifei and putting it on the table, and whispered.

"Extraterritorial? This is good, I like it" The child said and stretched out his hand to grab the void, Zhu Yifei felt as if he was spinning, and the surrounding scenery suddenly turned a miserable white, except for the four of them, everything disappeared in an instant.

"Master, what is this for" Zhu Yifei asked with a smile as she stabbed Ziyang's waist while rubbing her sore arm.

"To put it bluntly, it's almost the same as our spell barrier, if you accidentally leak your popularity, you will be eaten by the ghosts here."

"This kid is a doctor?" I didn't dare to stretch out my finger and point, so I could only gesture with my chin.

"Well, his surname was painting before his death, because the family was punished for being punished, and after his father's enemies gouged out his eyes, he was still bitten to death by the dogs, and he was also a lonely soul and a wild ghost before his life, and he was later adopted by Ji Wuming and brought here, and he was gifted in studying medicine, which is ......"

"What's it?" Zhu Yifei couldn't help but secretly say when she heard this, it turns out that the ghosts in this domain are all poor people with bizarre backgrounds.

"It's just that the way of curing the disease is a little weird," Ziyang said and smiled.

Zhu Yifei looked at his smile and knew that this child called the painting doctor was definitely not just weird and could be described, and in this place, it seemed that all abnormalities were normal.

Sure enough, after the painting doctor took off the little monk's hat, the lower half of his face turned into a mouth, and the dripping saliva flowed out of the fangs in and out, dripping on the white coat, and there was a puff of black smoke.

"Hehehe, raise you to see the smile, this little child is fat, tender and fragrant," the painting doctor said and couldn't help but shed a few drops of saliva, several black smoke instantly steamed, and after being scattered by his little hand, a few tiny black holes were left on the white coat.

"This saliva is poisonous," Zhu Yifei pulled Ziyang's sleeve and said nervously.

"Well, this is ghost poison" Ziyang said.

"Ghost poison? The one I've been in? "That's not right, isn't ghost poison a kind of lifeless art in the Shura Realm? How could it be a little devil's saliva in the domain? This is completely out of step with what the little monk said.

"Have you been poisoned? When? Ziyang was very surprised when he heard this, and grabbed her sleeve and asked anxiously.

"It was a month ago, didn't you ask the little monk to save me?" Ziyang's hand was so strong that it almost crushed her wrist.

"Don't mumble and affect Master Ben's medical treatment," the painting doctor suddenly interjected.

The two stopped talking, Ziyang also let go of his hand, and looked at the painting doctor who pressed around the little monk through his clothes and smiled: "It's really fat."

Zhu Yifei: ..........

"It's okay, as long as you drink a dose of medicine, you'll be fine," the painting doctor said, buttoned the little monk's hat, grabbed the void again, and the surroundings returned to their original appearance, and then he took out a little short leg and ran to the top of the medicine cabinet, and after opening a few boxes up and down, he took out a bunch of weird things that made Zhu Yifei frightened and creepy......