The first impression you get when you enter the city of vain death is that there are graves everywhere. On www.biquge.info street, there is no half of the figure. Countless graves were scattered along the road, even floating in mid-air.

The sky here is different from outside the city, it is no longer dark red, and there is no moon. Cold raindrops fell from the sky, and the whole world was gray, dark and damp.

Hong Wu followed behind the carriage of the Demon Lord of Wenqu, and heard the song outside the city again. Only this time, the Wenqu Demon Lord sang more deeply and more urgently. The sound of the dripping rain accompanied the drama, making the world seem more and more terrifying. Hongwu's gaze was obscured by a burst of mist, and he could only see the faint outline of the carriage.

Here, Hongwu didn't want to use his mana, nor did he want to fly in the air. He was like a ghost, following the carriage for a long, long time.

The deeper you go into the city of the dead, the more graves there will be in all directions. The tombs are almost identical in shape and size, and the names of their owners and the date of birth are engraved on the tombstones. Along the way, Hong Wu didn't know how many tombstones he had seen. It rained continuously, but I had never seen a ghost.

After walking for about three hours, Hong Wu finally saw a different view on his right. It was a huge castle, pitch black, and it was nestled in a thick fog. At the top of the castle, there were three immortal formations of ghostly fire. Other than that, there is no light in the whole castle.

At this time, the speed of the carriage gradually slowed down. And the singing of the Demon Lord of Wenqu no longer sounded. Hong Wu stretched out his hand to clear the fog in front of him and found himself standing at the door of the castle.

"Brother Hong, the Soul Gathering Hall has arrived. Sun Xiu is still waiting for you inside, come in quickly. The Demon Lord of Wenqu stood at the door and beckoned to Hong Wu, his face extremely pale. For the first time, Hong Wu felt that the existence in front of him turned out to be not a person at all.

Looking at the three bloody scriptures above the wall, Hong Wu suddenly felt disgust and fear at the ink-black gate.

Woohoo, Blah......

A large number of black shadows suddenly flew in the sky, and Hong Wu frowned deeply, looking for prestige, but he couldn't see the appearance of these shadows. I just feel that the sky is getting more and more gloomy. And the rain around is even more bone-chilling.

Taking a deep breath, Hong Wu looked at the gate of the castle again, but could not find the shadow of the Wenqu Demon Lord. Looking back, the carriage was still there, but the eight blood-colored dragon horses were gone.

"Hmph, I want to see, the little Soul Gathering Palace, what can I do!" The scene in the city of vain death was completely different from what Hong Wu thought. It wasn't until he entered here that he finally felt the eerie horror of purgatory. There is no Nai He Bridge, no Yellow Spring, and no Meng Po soup. He hadn't seen all the legends about the underworld in the world, but it was precisely because of this that he felt a deep terror.

"During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their soul......s," Hong Wu sang a poem and stepped into the gate.

Pushing aside the gloomy darkness, Hong Wu's eyes finally ushered in the firelight. Looking around, this is a huge cemetery, and there is no edge in sight. Numerous flames flew and changed in the void space, sometimes curled up, sometimes turning into human form, and let out a terrible scream.

Above the earth, there are countless mounds of earth, different from the tombs outside. Above these mounds, there is not half of the tombstone in sight. Directly in front of it is a ghoul altar. Dense ghost fires are flying from countless spatial gates......

The Demon Lord of Wenqu stood at the top of the altar with his back to Hongwu. And under the ghoul altar, there are a large number of desks. On each case, there is a pillar of soul-conjuring incense. Hundreds of ghosts sat in front of the desk, writing down something.

Hong Wu looked at it for a moment, his heart became more and more irritable, and finally he couldn't help but cry out.

"Wenqu Demon Lord, I want to return to the Earth Realm, do you have a way?"

Hong Wu's voice suddenly resounded through Zhou Tian, and those ghosts who were buried in their heads turned around and looked over. A pair of eyes, sometimes cyan, sometimes green, sometimes blood-red. At the same time, the mounds of graves shook violently in all directions. The damp and cold black soil was torn apart by a pair of ghost claws, and thousands of ghost cries rang in Hong Wu's ears at the same time.

"Give me back my life, give me back my life......"

"Hmph, Wenqu Demon Lord, what do you want to do with me here? What about Sun Xiu, where is he? Hong Wu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he walked towards the ghoul altar step by step. Inside and outside the city of vain death, the attitude of the Demon Lord of Wenqu was completely different. And the eyes of those ghosts are also extremely bad. What's even more bizarre is that Sun Xiu completely disappeared, as if he had suddenly evaporated from purgatory.

"You are talking about Sun Xiu, but this person?" At the top of the altar, the Wenqu Demon Lord slowly turned around. Hong Wu looked at it intently and stopped suddenly.

At this moment, the appearance of the Wenqu Demon Monarch was exactly the same as Sun Xiu.

"No wonder, no wonder you won't tell me no matter how much I ask you about your past life. Wenqu Demon Lord, you have taken such great pains to calculate me, just to bring me to this vain city and to this Soul Gathering Palace? ”

Hongwu stood still, sneering again and again. By this time, he had all understood. There is no Sun Xiu at all, and in the past half a year, the person who has been with him is simply the Demon Lord of Wenqu. Or rather, one of his doppelgangers.

"Hehe, you use your clone to confuse me, let me kneel for you, it's really interesting!"

"Hahahaha...... Look at this heaven and earth, gloomy and dark, cold and rainy, what does it mean? Look at it again, what does it mean to have dead bodies in all directions, poisonous all over the body, and only know how to kill? The Demon Lord of Wenqu suddenly jumped off the ghoul altar, and his body became tall and large, almost at the same level as the altar. In the palm of his hand, an endless stream of ghostly fire gathered.

Seeing this, Hong Wu smiled fiercely and set his eyes on those ghosts. "If I say that Sun Xiu is one of them, how will you answer?"

"You can't kill them!" The Wenqu Demon Lord shook his head and swallowed the ghost fire in his hand in one gulp. The massive body exploded violently, and the darkness filled the void. Hong Wu raised his eyebrows, and when he saw it clearly, those ghosts and cases were all gone. The whole world changed in an instant. There are no ubiquitous graves, no smell of spiritualist incense......

The Demon Lord of Wenqu sat on the throne, dragging his chin and looking at him. Hong Wu looked to both sides, it was a brightly lit hall. On the chairs, dozens of people in official uniforms sat down. Hong Wu smelled the smell of the main hall and naturally frowned.

In the very center of the main hall, an oil pot is placed. The oil in the pan was tumbling violently, as if something was cooking. And that smell wafted out of the oil pan.