"Jingge, is that you?" Blinking his eyes and making sure that there was no problem with his eyesight, Xia Cicada Wu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with him, at least his little soul could be saved.

Looking at him again, his expression was still cold enough to freeze the penguin, and he was still wearing the retro-style black tunic on his body, which seemed to be no different from the first time they met.

Jing Ge moved his mouth and let out a soft sigh of 'heh': "I can't imagine that you still remember me, little rookie." ”

"......" stares directly and glaringly. Hmph, rookie is rookie, what's the big deal, it's much better than you, a monster who loves to eat ghosts, right?

Ignoring the dissatisfaction written on Xia Chanwu's face, Jing Ge stepped out to stop her behind her, and glanced at the bald man a few steps away with disdain, "It's just such a little ghost, you don't need to alarm the yin outside." ”

The bald man originally wanted to say something, but seeing that this uninvited guest was so protective of Xia Chanwu, and then hearing his naked provocation, he knew that the other party was friend or foe. So, he quickly decided to strike first.

As the rosary in his hand swirled, the small cab was once again cloudy, mixed with the roar of a beast.

The eyes that flashed red from time to time completely turned blood-red, and the two rows of sharp teeth in the mouth reappeared, rapidly growing along the upper and lower jaws. At this time, he had completely lost the appearance of a monk at the beginning, but looked like a nameless beast that had not yet evolved.

And Xia Cicada Dance, who was hiding behind Jing Ge, was overwhelmed and held his head in his hands to resist the headache when the yin wind blew through his ears.

The ghost was fully revealed, with its fangy mouth open, roaring and screaming at Jing Ge and Xia Chan as if to tear them to pieces.

In the face of such a powerful offensive, Jing Ge did not react. He unhurriedly pulled Xia Cicada Dance up from the ground and encircled her into his arms.

Looking at her, the pain from being unable to withstand the blow of the yin wind, the chill in his cold eyes intensified a lot.

Suddenly, a drop of blood popped out of his fingertips and transformed into a cumbersome yin-calming charm, piercing through layers of yin wind and prayer beads towards the ghost's head.

In the chaos, only a scream of "ah" was heard, and in the sound of crackling beads falling to the ground, the yin wind gradually dispersed, and the ghost was beaten back to its original form, showing the appearance of the monk at the beginning.

"Emperor, Emperor......?" The bald man floated in the air and swayed, pointing at Jing Ge with a frightened face: "You are Emperor Yinzi?" Are you the Emperor Yinzi? How is this, how can it be? How so? ......" Probably because of fear, the bald man looked in a trance, and only muttered these few words in his mouth.

The yin wind dissipated, and Xia Cicada Dance also felt much more comfortable in her head.

Glancing up at Jing Ge, he touched his angular handsome chin and the masculine breath he sprayed on the tip of his nose. Unlike Leng Feng, his breath was more mixed with a different, but very comfortable coolness.

Subconsciously moved her brows, Xia Chan lowered her head, and swallowed all the questions that had slipped to her mouth back into her stomach. But I heard Jing Ge ringing in my ears, cold words without a trace of emotion: "From now on, you don't have to suffer endless retribution from the fetal prison!" ”

"Fetal retribution?" Xia Chanwu blurted out, and found that something didn't seem quite right, and when she moved, she realized that she was still in Jing Ge's arms, and hurriedly jumped out as if frightened, "What is the fetal prison?" ”

With a "squeak", the door of the cab was opened, and everyone followed the voice, only to see an elderly man wearing a No. 88 errand suit walking in with an iron fork in his hand.

Without saying a word, the man stabbed at the bald man with his fork, and the bald man was not even in a hurry to dodge, but was stunned by the bright light like thunder and lightning emitted by the iron fork, floating in the air, swaying like a leaf.

Xia Cicada Dance who watched this scene was dumbfounded, people can easily subdue the ghosts with a casual errand, but her dignified hearse driver is going to be eaten to death by the ghosts?

Oh myriad melons! What kind of world is this? Alas, how else can you say that you are a rookie? It doesn't seem to be a loss at all!

The elder opened his mouth to answer Xia Chanwu's question: "The retribution of the fetus is to let him be reincarnated again and again, and then be stillborn again and again, and never be able to reincarnate as a human until he forgets the Diamond Sutra and goes to hell to receive the punishment he deserves." ”

"Huh?" Xia Chanwu's mouth opened wide, and his face was full of doubts, "Then why can't you just take him to hell to be tortured?" ”

In her cognition, isn't Yin Law ruthless and unforgiving? Why does this stinky bald head have to go through so many procedures before he can be punished?

"That's because he's a cultivator!" It was Jing Ge who was silent on the side who spoke.

He glanced at the unconscious bald man, and then looked at Xia Cicada Dance, who was still weak, and for the first time on his face, he had a different emotion. It's called earnestness:

"This ghost was a spirit thief in his previous life. In fact, with his heart to the Tao, after his death, he could have signed a contract with Hades to become a contract or could be reincarnated immediately.

But in his old age, he became obsessed with evil arts, and tried in vain to escape birth, old age, sickness and death through the so-called art of immortality handed down by the ancients.

However, rumors were always rumors, and he was soon killed due to improper cultivation. Later, when he came to the underworld, Yan Jun sentenced him to be tortured in hell, and as soon as he recited the Diamond Sutra, the torture instrument to be tortured to him was transformed into a white lotus, so that he could not be tortured.

In the face of this kind of evil spirit, Yan Jun often chooses to let him be reincarnated, but the result must be stillborn. When he comes to hell again, if he still can't forget the Diamond Sutra, he will be reincarnated. And so on until he forgot the Diamond Sutra.

And such a sinful spirit, in the process of being conceived in the mother's body, has always shown a head-down and foot-up posture, making him unable to move, and he has to endure the indescribable torture brought about by the mother's hot and cold day and night. In the long run, the resentment on this evil spirit will become heavier and heavier, and it will become one of the powerful ghosts. ”

Xia Chan Wu looked at Jing Ge intently, she had seen him twice, and it was the first time she had heard him say so much, and because of this, she knew a little more about the things in the underworld.