The world is divided into yin and yang, and the world we live in can be the yang world, but no one understands another world - the netherworld!

Legend has it that after death, people will enter the underworld and be reincarnated, but is this really the case?

Whew-whew!

The boundless world on one side, the four sides are very dark, you can only see within ten meters, and there is even more yin wind whistling, ghostly roaring!

The desolate land was shrouded in black mist in all directions, and it was impossible to see it really, except for a huge blood moon hanging high in the void, sprinkling a cold and strange blood light.

Syllable!

"Hurry up and get to work!"

Under the blood moon, a burly figure could be seen, holding a hideous long whip, snapping and whipping on a thin young man in front of him. What was amazing was that the young man's body shook slightly, his face was painful, but he didn't make any sound, but silently carried a basket of strange stones.

Syllable!

"Ahh

The burly man turned around and pumped again, snapped, and pumped the body of a middle-aged man. A sharp scream came, causing the middle-aged man to roll on the spot for a while, his face was boundless pain, as if he had experienced a cruel torture.

Smack!

"Get up for me!"

"Ahh

The man holding the hideous long whip had a hideous face, and the long whip in his hand was pulled down again and again, hitting the person on the ground back and forth, the sound was terrible, and it was terrifying!

"You despicable ghost slaves, listen to me!"

Then, the burly man's face was hideous, he pointed his whip and shouted: "Today, if you don't complete the task, then I will put you in the oil pan and fry it." ”

Hiss!

As soon as his voice fell, there was a gasp around him, and many people shivered, and everyone's faces were frightened!

Among them, there was a slightly thin young man in the crowd, with a pair of eyes shining, staring straight at a hideous whip in the hand of the middle-aged man.

The young man's name is Ye Chen, who is nineteen years old this year, but unfortunately, a car was inexplicably hit and killed a month ago. That's right, he's been smashed into a pile of flesh, and at the moment it's one of his souls, and he's come to the world that one of them entered after his death.

And what made Ye Chen extremely angry was that although this was the underworld, it was not reincarnated like the legend, but was directly captured as a mining slave, called a ghost slave!

He had been caught here digging ore for a month, whipped every day, and it was a pain for the soul, unbearable. And the middle-aged man with a vicious whip is actually a ghost, to be exact, all the people here are ghosts after death.

Syllable!

"Whatever you see, I'll do the work!"

The middle-aged man snapped, and whipped Ye Chen's cheek, and a hot, stinging sensation spread throughout his soul, making Ye Chen's face hideous. With his teeth clenched, he silently continued to resist a large catalpa and began to walk into a dark cavern.

Ding!

Bell-bell-

In the dark cave, there was a clanging sound, and when I looked closely, I found that countless people were working hard. Each person has a huge basket nearby, and it takes a day to dig up a basket of ore to complete the task.

If it can't be done, then you will be subjected to a kind of inhumane torture, such as that kind of soul whipping, and as the ghost pawn said, thrown into the oil pan and fried, which is terrifying!

"Ghost?"

Ye Chen vigorously waved the catalpa while slightly sweeping the middle-aged ghost pawn, thinking in his heart. Through his understanding in the past month, he knew that this middle-aged man was actually a ghost pawn with a higher rank than them.

This middle-aged ghost pawn was actually just like them before, just a lowly ghost slave. However, I don't know why, I actually became a ghost pawn and got such a position as a caretaker.

Jingling!

Sonorous -

Ye Chen's brows frowned slightly, and while mining violently, he secretly thought to himself. He felt the different body he was now, a body of a soul, unimaginable. What surprised him the most was that he actually felt that the strength of his soul was much stronger than his previous physical body, and his strength was very strong.

Crash!

With a violent excavation, there was a bang, and two pieces of ore the size of a human head slipped down. The ore is pitch black, and the outside is wrapped in a thick layer of black mudstone, and only by removing the mud and stone can you really get a kind of ore inside.

Boom!

Ye Chen put the two pieces of ore into the basket and muttered, "Strange, what kind of ore is this? Why do I have a feeling of longing for it, as if this is a supreme delicacy?"

"Ridiculous!"

Ye Chen immediately shook his head, drove such a ridiculous idea out of his head, and then continued to dig violently towards the cave wall, again and again, digging straight and sonorous, but the strange thing was that there was a little ghost fire splashing.

"Don't ghosts need to eat? But how did I survive a month?"

Ye Chen's heart flashed with such a thought again, in the past month, he had never eaten anything. But the strange thing is that every time I am a little hungry, I feel a mysterious power spreading through my body, and then, it is a feeling of being full.

This phenomenon puzzled him, as if this netherworld was very different, there was a special power that absorbed the wandering soul and became a ghost that could only walk on the ground.

"You despicable ghost slaves, listen to me!" the middle-aged ghost pawn suddenly shouted.

His face was hideous, and he shouted: "Wait for the master to come down to inspect, if you are lazy, then be ready to be refined into soul liquid, and if you don't want to die, you will mine honestly for me!"

Hum!

"A bunch of scumbags!"

The middle-aged ghost pawn turned around and scolded and left, looking high-spirited, and walked out of the dark mine in a blink of an eye. Only a group of ghost slaves with cold faces and trembling bodies remained, mining honestly one by one.

Ding Ding -

Sonorous!

The dark mine**, there was a rapid and violent sonorous sound, a little bit of spark splashing, faint blue, this is a ghost fire. And Ye Chen was silently digging ores, while thinking alone, where should he go?

In the past month, the torture he has suffered is simply indescribable, the soul whip is still light, and there is a huge oil pot in the square outside, which is really terrifying. At first, because of his youthful vigor, he resisted a little, but he was instantly captured and thrown into a pan of oil and fried for a quarter of an hour, and the taste was simply distorted.

Rumble!

At this moment, a slight vibration came, causing everyone in the mine to look stunned. One by one, they are at a loss, they don't know why, you look at me, I look at yours, and no one knows what happened.

"You despicable ghost slaves, get out of here quickly!"

A burly figure roared as he walked from the entrance of the cave, and he waved his soul whip and shouted, "What are you still stupid for? The master is coming, why don't you come out and line up to greet you?"

"Do you want to die?"

This ghost pawn roared again and again, causing the faces of the hundreds of ghost slaves in the mine to be terrified. They all sneered, threw away the catalpa in their hands, and walked out of the mine cave one by one in fear, Ye Chen also threw away the catalpa and walked out with everyone.

Syllable!

"Ahh

The ghost pawn lashed at a ghost slave, and with a snap, the ghost slave screamed again and again. His face was frightened, and he quickly stood in line, his body trembling, as if the pain was unbearable.

"A bunch of despicable ghost slaves, you stand up for me!"

The ghost pawn's face was hideous, and he pointed his soul whip back and forth, and said angrily: "All the lowly things, you don't even know how to stand in line, haven't you learned it in your lifetime?"

Hum!

The ghost pawn was angry for a while, his face was very disdainful, and a pair of eyes swept over the ghost slaves, and everyone who looked at it trembled for a while, which made him look satisfied for a while, and he looked extremely arrogant.

Kick Kick Kick!

At this moment, a swift sound of horses' hooves came from the distance, which suddenly shocked the expressions of all the ghost slaves present, and they stood here obediently, their bodies motionless, like statues.

Hiss!

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, followed by a sharp roar, as if several tigers and leopards were roaring in front of them, and the sound was rolling, which was terrifying!

Bang!

A slight shock came, causing the hundreds of ghost slaves present to suddenly lower their eyebrows one by one, and they didn't dare to raise their heads at all. In front of the square, there was a carriage parked in front of everyone, the whole body was as black as ink, and there was a thick black fog shrouded in it, exuding a gloomy and cold atmosphere, which made people tremble in their hearts.

Sneeze!

In front of the carriage, two horses stood proudly. The horse's head was raised and he sneezed slightly, and a cold mist erupted, causing the temperature around him to drop sharply. The horses were pitch black, tall and mighty, with wisps of black mist swirling, and a pair of green eyes staring at everyone, reflecting a miserable cold air.

"Greetings to the master!"

The ghost pawn suddenly fell to the ground, and shouted such a sentence with a fanatical expression, as if he was in awe of the characters inside. And a group of ghost slaves behind him knelt down one after another, among them, Ye Chen's face was angry, but he also slowly fell down.

"Excuse me!"

Crash!

A voice came from inside the carriage, and then with a bang, a tall figure walked out. Dressed in a black robe, with misty wisps, a handsome face with a faint glow in his eyes. The most astonishing thing is that he has a short single horn on his forehead, which is flashing with a faint blue light.

"The One-Horned Ghost General?"

Ye Chen glanced at it slightly, then lowered his head, and felt a chill in his heart. The handsome young man in front of him was a one-horned ghost general, and his strength and level were far beyond his imagination. As for why he knew this, it was through the gossip of these ghost pawns, but the details were not clear.

Kindness?

At this time, the handsome young man's face suddenly turned cold, his slender fingers pointed forward, and shouted: "Come on, throw him into the oil pot and fry him for two quarters of an hour, and you dare to peek at my son?"