Black palace.

There was a hint of coldness in the air, which made people feel very comfortable.

The Wine Swallower and the Smoker were standing in the palace of the Enma, who was sitting on a chair on the top of the stairs.

Look down at them.

"Drinking Boy ......"

Enma heard Smoke's words, and then repeated the name of the drunken boy, after all, this name represents too many things.

Enma never thought that he would see this former ghost king in his palace.

"Hmm."

The drunken boy smiled, with a wicked smile on his face.

The drunken boy did not have any sense of obedience in front of the Enma, even though the drunken boy was standing and the Enma was sitting. Even though the Wine Swallowing Boy is looking up at the Enma, and the Yama is looking down at the Wine Swallowing Boy, the two are still on an equal footing.

This is very clear in the hearts of Enma and the Wine Swallowing Boy.

"Why, you will be resurrected? More than a thousand years ago, you were already dead, right? ”

Enma looked at the wine-swallowing boy and asked him.

This question is naturally the most curious thing for Enma.

After all, more than a thousand years ago, the wine swallowing boy died at the hands of Yuan Laiguang, and this matter is well known, but now the wine swallowing boy is standing in front of him.

Even if you were any other person, you would be curious.

"After my death, the aura that I spread out in the human world was collected by an onmyoji named Ashiya Michiman. I don't know exactly what method he used, but in short, after more than a thousand years, I was resurrected. ”

The drunken boy told the truth.

There is no need for the drunken boy to hide such a thing.

In fact, the wine swallowing boy is also curious about Ashiya Michiman's approach, after all, Ashiya Michiman collects his aura, what does he want to do?

At that time, the drunken boy was a big monster who endangered one party.

Everyone is basically eager to kill the drunken boy, and humans do that, and Ashiya Michiman is also human.

He, why save himself?

For this matter, the wine swallowing boy has never figured it out, and now more than a thousand years have passed, and Ashiya Michiman is also dead.

There seems to be no answer to this question.

This is a small regret for the drunken boy.

"Ashiya Road is full of ......"

Enma pronounced the name for a moment, and then his mind went back to a moment more than seven hundred years ago.

……

It was an old man in rags, with gray hair and some dirt and weeds on it.

It looked like a beggar who had just woken up from the ground.

But it was such an old man, but the little ghost sent out by the Enma had no return.

"The imps were killed by an old man who looked like a beggar."

The little imp who came back said to the Enma.

At that time, Enma didn't care about the old man, even if he killed a few imps, but it wasn't worth it for Enma to care about him.

After all, the imp's abilities are weak.

And it's easy to die, as long as there is a little cultivation, a little bit of yin and yang arts, it is possible to kill the little ghost.

"That old man, let the little ghosts find things related to the drunken boy, the clothes he wore before his death, the body of the drunken boy, and his wine gourd, as long as it is related to him and can be found, the old man wants them all."

The imps who were caught were forced to work as a coolie for the old man for almost a month.

On the eighth day of being driven by the old man, the imps were already a little tired.

After all, it's also very tiring and boring to look for those things every day.

The main thing is that it was forced to do.

If you don't do it well, you will even be punished by the old man, and because of this, those little ghosts will think of resisting.

"That old man is so harsh."

"That's it, that's it, yesterday, because I was lazy, he took my hand away, and I haven't found it until now."

A one-armed imp said aggrievedly.

"Probably burned, yesterday I saw the old man burning something."

"Woo ......"

The one-armed imp cried aggrievedly, after all, if the arm can't be found, it will always be like this.

"Let's hide in hell today, don't go out, in this case, that old man can't do anything to us."

A imp suggested.

At this time, more than a dozen other imps gathered.

These little ghosts were all driven by that old man, and they had already been dissatisfied in the past few days.

If it weren't for the fear of the old man's strange yin-yang techniques, they would have stopped doing it a long time ago.

Now that I heard that little ghost say this, everyone naturally agreed.

"Yes, if we hide in hell, there will be no way for that old man."

"Yes, no human has ever been to this place, and the old man will not be able to find it, and even if he finds this place, there is no way to cross the river of black water. Even if you cross that river, you're sure to be eaten by a ghost.

After all, the ghost bite looks too much like a door. ”

"Hey, hey, that's fine, and it just happens to make him suffer a little. In the past few days, he has been bullying us. ”

The more the imps talked, the more excited they became.

After all, thinking that they could take revenge, and the grievances accumulated in the past few days could also be vented, it was difficult for everyone to hide their inner excitement.

"Then it's settled."

The one-armed imp said.

"Well, that's it."

……

All the imps didn't go out that day.

It's safe to hide in hell, at least that's what the imps think in their hearts.

Time passes slowly.

Morning passed.

"The old man must have been very angry when he found out that we didn't go. It's good to be angry with him. ”

"Hmm."

The little ghosts were talking, still very excited in their hearts.

Noon passed.

"The old man hasn't come yet, so there's probably no way to find us."

"yes, no human has ever been to hell, and the old man won't be able to. After all, this place is so secluded, and the air is very thin, if humans come in, they will die quickly. ”

"That's just the old man."

The imps were starting to get a little smug, after all, the old man hadn't found this place until now.

The sun is setting.

"It seems that the old man can't come, and he's still just a slightly powerful human."

"Hey, hey, you don't have to be afraid of him in the future."

"yes, I don't have to help him find that mess anymore."

The imps spoke slowly, with a relaxed smile on their faces.

Being driven by a human, or enslaved, is actually a very shameful thing for imps.

Now it's finally all over.

I don't have to work as a coolie for that old man again.

Just when the imps are proud.

A scream rang out.

At this time, there are not many ghosts in hell, so it is always very quiet.

This scream, sounding in such a quiet environment, is too harsh and too scary.

The little ghosts couldn't help but put away the smiles on their faces.

His face became serious.

"What happened?"

"yes, what's going on?"

The imps looked at each other, but no one dared to go out to look, after all, the screams were too terrible.

It's like a dying cry.

At this time, the little ghosts are all shrunk together, and in hell, there are no powerful ghosts for the time being.

Whether it's smoked or enacted, they're all out now.

After all, at this time, Hell was still just a short time period of time when it was discovered, and Enma and Xun were still in charge of the task of finding and leading those imps who wandered the world into Hell for a while.

"Send someone out and have a look."

"yes, send someone out and have a look."

"But who should I send?"

The imps whispered about it, for fear that if it was louder, it would be heard by the terrible things outside.

"Let's draw lots."

"Okay, let's draw lots."

A little imp walked slowly, this little ghost had a hole in his belly, and when he walked, he dangled and made some jingling sounds.

The imps put their hands into the belly of the imp in turn, and took something out of it.

"Who got the shot put?"

"Who is it?"

"Who's ......?"

The imps were noisy, all looking for the imp who got the shot put.

A suspicious imp opened his hand, and in his hand was a stone, which was just taken out of the imp's stomach: "Look, it's not me ......"

"And who is it?"

"It's him."

A little imp pointed at a little imp with a long neck and shouted loudly.

The eyes of all the imps gathered like a little imp with a long neck, and everyone looked at him quietly.

The imp slowly opened his hand.

In the hand is a very small shot put.

It is said that this shot put is the cause of the death of the little ghost who has a hole in his stomach and walks with a tinkling sound.

It ate all the stones in the imp's stomach.

While he was alive, he always felt like a chicken, so when he finished eating, he would swallow a few rocks to help with digestion.

In the end, he died because he accidentally swallowed a small lead ball.

"Hurry up, you drew the shot put."

"yes, let's go quickly."

"Go ahead."

"Go ahead."

The imps shook the stone in their hands and said to the imp with a long neck who had drawn a shot put.

"Okay, then I'll go."

After the little imp with a long neck finished speaking, he walked out......

Just walked out, another scream sounded, which was even more terrifying than the previous scream.

The imps couldn't help but start shaking their bodies.

However, even so, they didn't have anything to do, after all, Enma and Smoke hadn't returned yet.

A head flew in through the door.

It was the head of the little imp with a long neck who had just walked out.

The imps were even more scared.

"What should I do?"

"What now, what the hell is going to hell?"

The imps are starting to get anxious.

While they were talking, an old man with gray hair and ragged clothes appeared in front of them: "It's me! ”

The old man's voice was not loud, but he had a very powerful aura.

"How could it be him?"

"No, how can humans come here?"

The little ghosts looked incredulous, but the old man was right in front of them, and even if they didn't believe it, they had to believe it.

"You've found a good place, and I've been looking for it for almost a day."

The gray-haired, ragged old man said slowly.

"Now that you're here, how do you want to punish us?"

The armless imp looked at the old man and asked him.

"Punishment?"

The old man's gaze was large on those little ghosts, with a playful smile on his face: "You have to think about this, if you just kill you, then it will be too boring." ”

"And you're trying to keep us alive?"

A little imp asked.

"If you want to survive, you can, but you still need to help me get things done."

The old man said with a smile.

"In that case, let's do the work for you."

The imp said.

"Hmph, you shameful little devils, since you have succumbed to a human like this. Go and work for him, I'm not going to go anyway. ”

The one-armed imp said hatefully.

After all, the old man had knocked off his arm because he was lazy before. So the one-armed imp is still somewhat resentful.

"Oh, is that so? That's just ...... Makes you die......"

The old man took out a talisman in his hand, and with a slight twist of his fingers, the talisman turned into a ball of pure red flames and flew towards the one-armed imp.

The flames set the one-armed imp's body on fire, and no matter what the one-armed imp did, the flames never went out.

Until...... The one-armed imp completely disappeared in front of them.

……

"Is there anyone who doesn't want to work now?"

The old man asked.

There was a hint of timidity in the eyes of the little ghosts, and none of them dared to speak, so they worked for the old man for nearly a month.

Enma only found out about this later.

After knowing these things, Enma also went to the old man and learned his name, Ashiya Michimitsu.

Enma didn't clash with Ashiya Michiman.

After all, the ghost clan has become a little sluggish after the death of the drunken boy, and if the Enma wants to restore the prosperity of the ghost clan to its former glory, it must focus on the overall situation.

Just because of the death of a few imps, to make a big move.

It is even possible to make the entire ghost clan suffer because of this, such a thing, Enma will not do it

What she has to do is just silently accumulate strength, so that the ghost clan can develop steadily and steadily, and when she doesn't have enough confidence, Enma won't have any conflicts with humans.

Especially those very special onmyoji.

Yesterday the phone fell out of bed and the screen broke. I bought a screen online today, spent two hundred and seventy-five yuan, and planned to change the screen by myself when the time comes. I haven't been able to reply to everyone's comments in the last few days......

(End of chapter)