On the west side of Dijiazhuang, the hall of the partial courtyard.

Wang Langjun sat cross-legged behind a desk with flat in the middle and upturned at both ends.

Aside from kneeling etiquette.

Ignore the strange eyes of others.

With his right hand, he grabbed the piece of meat in the purple bowl on the desk, and staggered it with his left hand to put down the wine cup and put it into his mouth.

At that speed, eating meat melts in your mouth, without chewing?

Take a sip of meat and a sip of wine, and drink wine and dry your neck.

Is this a cow drink?

Irrelevant to outsiders.

Eating so happily?

Hungry ghost?

Can't get enough to eat?

I saw that there was little wine and meat.

Three tables down and not full.

But the belly was flat and small.

Where did you eat so much wine and meat?

You know, that's the amount of food for a dozen people.

The servants of the Di family brought food in every time, and when they saw Wang Langjunhai's appearance of eating, they dared not think or speak, and they were frightened.

When he went out, he said that Wang Langjun was a hungry ghost.

The reputation of the hungry ghost spreads.

Wang Langjun didn't know anything about this, he wiped his mouth after eating and drinking, thinking that he had finally come to his senses.

I tried my best to meet the enemy, but I almost starved to death in the end.

I don't know what's going on.

So far, Wang Langjun's thinking is still in a trance, he staggered to his feet, staggered into the right wing of the hall, and fell asleep on the bed.

"Purr, purr..."

"It's really a pig, sleep when you're full, and raise fat?"

"Fat? Have you ever seen this kind of person who can eat more than a pig raise fat? ”

"He's not a human, he's a hungry ghost, hurry up and inform Pu Ye......"

While the three or five servants were cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, they squinted at Wang Langjun in the wing room and were discussing.

Outspoken contempt, unabashed.

From beginning to end, he didn't treat Wang Langjun as a human being.

It seems that Wang Langjun is a hungry ghost, and he is shunned by the servants.

The servants left in a hurry after cleaning up the dishes, and the rest of Wang Langjun, who was lying on the kang, snored, dreamed of butterflies...

Dream of a fairyland, floating in the clouds.

The clouds and smoke are swirling, and the wind is clear.

In the white smoke clouds, there is no grass.

In the mist, it turned into a human shape, and the green smoke drifted with the smoke clouds.

No weight, no feel.

Even the smoke cloud human body can't control it.

The limbs were at the mercy of the smoke and clouds, performing jiu-jitsu, and throwing yoga into the corner.

Yoga is not enough to see.

It can't be compared to a limb that is flexible and deformed by the wind.

It's weird and bizarre.

The key is that the visual perception is very clear and captures the changes of the limbs in the smoke cloud.

It's bullish, it's incredible.

Where is this?

Could it be that he has become a soul body?

Are you on your way to hell, or are you wandering out of your body?

It's a bit of a feeling of being a fairy, and it's at ease.

Just can't do anything?

Novelty is accompanied by endless drifting to boredom, boredom, boredom, impetuousness, anger, and even indifference...

At this point, the limbs seem to be dominant?

It was a pleasant surprise.

So he learned to fly.

Play as a fighter dive.

Then connect the somersault cloud.

Tiyun longitudinal.

Play clouds.

Refreshing!

Vultures...

The wind is blowing.

Rolling clouds of smoke swept and drowned limbs.

Tumbling dizzily.

It's like Sun Wukong stealing a peach feast and returning when he is drunk?

returned to Huaguo Mountain in a daze.

No, enter a space.

This is a magical space, with white and blue as the main tone.

Pale blue swirls, embedded in clouds of white smoke, spread all over the horizon.

Spread in all directions.

No, there is no on the ground ... Yes...

"Metaphor"

Ghosts float over rivers where the ice currents retract.

The soul body is out of control, and it is inhaled into the river with the ice silk airflow, and the soul body does not bubble when it enters the river, but the ghost struggles hideously.

Mom, scared the baby to death.

Is this a cold current soul pump?

Dodge, the rider is in the air and bends to the right, hiss...

Take a gasp, uh, think cool.

There is no body, only the grotesque feeling of the soul.

On the right is the Sea of Fire Purgatory...

There is also a mountain of knives ahead.

It's over the calf.

It's dead.

Hell?

But it's not the same hell of cognition.

Eighteen layers of hell are all laid on the ground?

Let the ghosts run forward.

Is this looking for death?

No, it seems to rush forward for survival?

Then the poor will not die the Taoist.

Brother, borrow the shoulder with use.

Step, flash...

Cool, or the baby is smart, on the way to practice a flying ability, which comes in handy.

Hey, ghosts flew upside down in the center of the space, what's the situation?

Ghosts are roaming in the air, and limbs are uncontrollable.

One by one, they fell into the sea of fire purgatory, the sword mountain, the soul-sucking glacier... Is this a sentencing punishment?

It's terrible, look at the hideous and deformed ghosts, so cautious, no, it's cold to the baby's soul.

No, flash people.

Five meters to the left, a hapless guy flies, a ghost stepping on his feet, flashing, stepping on, flying, going to the center to take a look?

Haha, it's still baby cowhide.

What kind of knife mountain and sea of fire, in front of the baby are all passing clouds.

Hey, the baby sees a bright light.

Twinkle and twinkle.

What kind of treasure is that?

Fly closer and take a look.

Hey, the baby is pressed under the Taipan, it won't be a person sleeping on the Taipan, and the back shows a person in a red suit, no, the baby dropped by the ghost official, right?

No matter what, it's a fool not to take advantage of it.

Besides, only the round platform where the executive desk is located is a safe zone.

The nine-storey round platform spreads downward from small to large.

There are ghost officials on each round platform, punishing the ghosts in line, densely packed.

Only the topmost three-zhang round platform is empty, no, there is a dozing ghost official.

Is this an opportunity?

Let's see if there is a book of life and death on the ghost official's table, and find out that the baby's name has been written off.

Isn't that the same as Sun Dasheng, immortal and immortal, not reincarnated?

Uh-huh, that's it.

Silently falling from the round platform, tiptoeing close to the ghost official.

"Where is the little ghost trespassing on the platform of life and death, kneel down..."

was not small, the ghost official suddenly sat up and scolded angrily.

Oops, was discovered?

But the Adam's apple is itchy, and the baby can speak: "Ah, that, your table leg is broken, I'll help you fix it..."

What do ghosts believe?

Before he finished speaking, he drilled under the table, reached out and grabbed a blue and red baby the size of a little finger under the table, and dragged it into his arms to hide.

If you steal something in public and steal it to your own official, how can you save face?

The ghost official got up, raised his feet and kicked it, and threw the thief to the upper right with his sleeves, and flew straight to a whirlpool in the white smoke cloud.

"The bold thief steals the official and dies..."

The ghost officer looked at the thief who flew into the whirlpool, and smiled with relief.

At this moment, an angry roar erupted from the round platform below: "Ah, that's the old lady's quantum peach willow..."

……

The mind is dizzy, and the dream is interrupted.

He had a splitting headache, but Wang Langjun tried hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't open his eyes, and he couldn't figure out whether he hadn't woken up from a dream or ......

"Quick, carry this pig to the woods behind the village and bury him alive, let him die in gluttony, hehe..."

A sinister laugh crept into his ears.

Ruthless, domineering, like Di Pu's voice.

Then it's not a dream?

What do you mean?

Can't move your body, can't even open your eyes?

"Master Pu, you said that this kid was so fierce during the day, and in the blink of an eye, he knocked more than a dozen of us to the ground.

We thought he would become the uncle of the Di family.

I didn't think that Pu Ye was decisive, and ordered the little ones to use sweat medicine..."

The dog-legged flattery, Di Pu was both happy and angry: "Shut up, just because he is a pariah, he is also worthy of climbing to the Di family, joke."

Sooner or later, the Di family will ...... Hmph, just bury him here, alive.

Watch him die to eliminate the hatred in my grandfather's heart! ”

"Yes, Master Pu will wait a while, and the little ones will go to dig a pit and bury him alive......"

The dogleg flattered and began to dig a hole.

What's going on?

No, I was put down by sweat medicine and died?

Wang Langjun asked himself.