The dark purple sun hangs high in the sky, shining on the netherworld worlds, big and small hells, and the strange and cold light does not have the slightest warmth, which cannot dispel the hazy mist floating everywhere, but reflects the netherworld more and more eerie and terrifying, not like the scene of the world.

Two strange rocks are craggy, there is no trace of vitality and greenery of the barren high mountain towering into the top of the clouds, it is difficult to peek at the peak, I don't know its high geometry, and between the two peaks, there is a towering city pass standing horizontally, under the shroud of the miasma of the dark mist, looming, close a huge plaque hanging high, engraved on the seven big characters of "Yin Si Difu Ghost Gate Pass".

The traces of these seven big characters are mottled, revealing a sense of ancient vicissitudes, like a sinking mountain, rolling torrents, and overwhelming people's hearts.

"Is this the Netherworld?"

The ghost door closed, the door opened twenty-nine, and Jiang Shun lined up at the back of a team, muttering slightly distractedly.

The thin life and death of the present world have made the underworld no longer limited to myths, but has become a reality, however, Jiang Shun did not expect that he would come into contact with such a desperate reality so soon.

The long line he was in, under the urging of a blue-faced ghost cha waving a fire whip in his hand, went straight to the cave in front of him, which was as big as a mountain, deep and secluded, and did not know what was going on inside.

"Master Ghost Messenger, you can do it, let me go back, I still need a wife and children to take care of at home, I can't die yet!"

"You little ghost, how dare you treat me like this? Do you know that the niece of my uncle's cousin's sister is His Majesty the Demon Emperor's favorite spider queen? You dare to whip me? You are a provocation to the demon clan in the Northern Regions, do you know?"

"This lord, this palace is the crown prince of the Great Yan Dynasty of the Canglan Continent, who was assassinated by a traitor and unfortunately died, if you are willing to let me return to the yang, when I ascend to the great treasure, I will definitely devote the strength of the whole country to repay your regeneration. ”

"Lao Tzu is in a hurry, can you let me leave the team temporarily and go to the toilet first. ”

"Ahh

During the march, there was a coaxing and shouting, and someone paused for a while, which immediately caused the blue-faced ghost to whip and whip for a while, this ghost fire whip hooked and stabbed, and the ghost fire was entwined and not extinguished, and it was also engraved with a ghost rune for the soul, which was ten times more painful than the whipping on the flesh, and the cultivator could not bear it, how could ordinary people afford to eat it?

After being whipped, the ghost cried and howled, so that it was not miserable.

"Tell you, you are dead, the honor and disgrace of your life are all dust, no matter what your identity is, it is the same when you come to the ghost uncle, whoever dares to grind, the uncle will let him eat enough whips. ”

The blue-faced onicha wielding the Ghost Fire Whip grinned, revealing its long fangs.

Having said that, Jiang Shun still found that the ghost cha treated his own dead souls a little differently, not only the green-faced ghost cha who was in charge of his own long team, but also the ghost cha of other long teams.

All of them are dead, their souls are half-empty and half-real, and their shadows are full of shadows, and their bodies are shrouded in a little faint phosgene, and the phosgene of the soul of those who eat whips is black, gray or white, and as for the people whose soul phosgene is red, purple, and gold, these ghosts are at most urging and scolding, and it is not as good as whipping and whipping.

It is still relatively common for people with red phosgene to have a red soul, and there are very few people who are purple and gold.

At least in the vast sea of people, no, including other strange creatures with scales and armor and horns and long tails, I haven't seen a few such people.

Jiang Shun's own soul body phosgene is light purple, which is relatively rare.

After all, I still died, and in the face of life and death, no amount of wealth could buy one more day of life...... Jiang Shun sighed in his heart.

Many people also accepted the reality, believing that they were dead, some wept and looked sad, calling the names of their wives and children, some laughed and kept saying that they were liberated!

Whether these people were the supreme and noble emperors of the world in their lifetimes, or the wealthy businessmen who sat on the mountains of gold and silver, or the cultivators and warriors who moved mountains and reclaimed the sea, they have all become a thing of the past.

"Where is Jiang Shun?"

Just when Jiang Shun's thoughts were complicated and dazed, a thick voice like rolling thunder sounded through the sky, Jiang Shun was shocked in his heart, and quickly raised his stiff neck, looked into the sky, and immediately saw the black clouds rolling on Yangping, and a one-horned ghost king with a height of 100 feet and red skin and red horns stood in the clouds, staring at a pair of blood-red eyes and looking down.

Jiang Shun looked at the surroundings that were quiet in an instant, no one accosted him, and the ghosts who had been showing off their martial arts before, saw this one-horned ghost king, just like a mouse seeing a cat, and obediently lowered their heads.

"Where is Jiang Shun?" the One-Horned Ghost King shouted again, his tone already a little impatient.

Jiang Shun trembled in his heart, swallowed his saliva, looked like a death row prisoner who was about to be executed, raised his hand tremblingly, and stammered: "Jiang Shun...... I am Jiang Shun. ”

"Good!"

The corner of the one-horned ghost king's mouth grinned, revealing a smile that was extremely hideous in the eyes of outsiders, his arm probed down, the ground became longer and bigger, and stretched out from a height of ten thousand feet, the huge palm was like a dark cloud pressing on the top, Jiang Shun suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, his soul body was light, and the whole person had fallen on the giant palm, and the surrounding scene rose rapidly, and the ghosts below that were the same size as him had become insignificant ants in the blink of an eye, and it was a little darker.

Although the one-horned ghost king had a hideous face, he didn't seem to have malicious intent, he held Jiang Shun in front of him, stared at the latter with his blood-red eyes that were several times larger than Jiang Shun, and said in a muffled voice: "I am ordered by the Yin Law Division Mansion Monarch to come to pick you up." ”

What?

Jiang Shun, who was worried in his heart, heard this, and his mouth grew in shock, his head was a little stuck, and he didn't react for a long time.

Could it be that one of my ancestors became a big official in the underworld, and when he saw that his unscrupulous descendant had come down, he sent a ghost to pick him up and confess his relatives?

When Jiang Shun was hesitating to ask about this ghost brother, the one-horned ghost king who had finished explaining his words closed his palms, and Jiang Shun suddenly felt that he had fallen into a dark space cage.

When the light reappeared in front of his eyes and his feet landed steadily, he already found himself standing in front of a large hall that was pitch black and magnificent, surrounded by black smoke and red light, and the huge palace was like a giant beast hovering here, which made Jiang Shun feel a little worried in his heart.

"Go in, the prince is waiting for you inside. The one-horned ghost king pointed to the hall and said in a thunderous voice.

"When it comes to the end, stretching out the head is a knife, shrinking the head is also a knife, and let's see. ”

Jiang Shun sighed in his heart, slowly walked towards this magnificent hall, and saw that the door that was much taller than himself was closed, and when he was about to knock on the door, the door opened quietly inward.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Shun walked into the hall, and saw that the blue light and fire were shining brightly, and the beast furnace was fragrant, and behind a black jade case in front of him, a burly figure had his back to him, as if he was flipping through the file in his hand.

This person was wearing a Yin Si god costume, the black light of the god costume flowed, faint smoke, and the hem was embroidered with some gluttonous patterns.

Jiang Shun saw that he was fascinated, and out of awe of the ghosts and gods of Yinsi, he didn't dare to speak without authorization, so he had to wait with his hands down.

Among the underworld, the position of the Ten Hall Yama is currently the highest, followed by the four palace monarchs who are in charge of the four divisions of the Yin Division and assist the ten palace Yamas in handling the affairs of the Yin Division.

Among the four divisions, the Yin Law Division, who is in charge of the sub-book of life and death, has the greatest power, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the eleventh palace Yama.

After a while, this Yin Law Sifu Jun closed the file, and slowly turned around, his face was ordinary, his skin was dark, but his eyes were like electricity, and he seemed to be able to see through people's hearts at a glance.

"Jiang Shun?"

"It's Jiang Shun, I don't know what Lord Fujun is looking for Jiang Shun?"

Jiang Shun lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, not daring to look directly at this Yin Si Mansion Monarch, and asked cautiously, and his heart rose up again.

After all, this person in front of him is a real Yin Si deity, and the god position is not small, if you accidentally offend him, you are already cold, and you don't let the other party rub it round and flatten, and you can put him in whatever posture you want......

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