"Those few are not mortals, they are all immortals from the sky, how can you compare with ordinary people? Okay, go to yours, less verbose!"

When the ghosts heard that the gods were coming, they knelt on the ground one after another, causing chaos on the scene.

Seeing this, Zhao Hangyu's figure swept over, and after listening to the statements of the ghosts, he just responded apologetically.

"I know that you have all died in vain, and you are unwilling. But now that the demons are raging, even if you are sent back to Yang, the result is not the same, so what's the difference?"

Hearing this, the ghosts were silent for a while, and no one could argue with it.

"But I solemnly promise you that as long as the demon is successfully eradicated, I will definitely let you all return to the world!

With the promise of the Emperor of Heaven himself, the ghosts stopped making noise, and the ghosts finally breathed a sigh of relief and thanked them one after another.

After walking along the Huangquan Road for a while, I faintly heard the sound of water, and I had arrived at the bank of the Lechuan River. The color of the Lechuan River is earthy yellow and turbid, and although the river does not look wide, it is turbulent inside.

There were many souls floating in the river, and they were in agony. Desperately stretched out his hand and grabbed it up, but in vain. I don't know what the characteristics of this water are, but it can stick to these miserable souls.

Seeing this water, Zhao Hangyu couldn't help but be stunned. An unusually familiar feeling suddenly came to my heart, and I got off the sedan chair myself and walked forward step by step.

Suddenly, a wave swept in.

"Be careful!"

Long Qiuling's voice came from behind him. When I looked up, among the waves, there was an old woman who looked like a withered tree.

I saw that her face was full of wrinkles, her hooked nose, and her eyes were vicious and vicious. The outstretched arms were wrinkled like old bark, but the nails were pitch black, several inches long. When he opened his mouth, his scarlet tongue swiped from side to side, and the tip of his tongue was so sharp that it was almost inhuman.

Hearing this voice, many ghosts and ghosts all looked over to Zhao Hangyu.

"Chuan Po, long time no see!"

Long Qiuling stepped forward and greeted the old woman with a smile, as if she had known each other for a long time.

Chuanpo is the elf bred in the Lechuan River, and is called Meng Po in the folk. Specially guarded by the Nai He Bridge, responsible for boiling the soul-forgetting soup.

As soon as she saw Long Qiuling, Chuan Po's originally gloomy expression was suddenly swept away. He said happily: "Houtu Ancestor Witch, you ............ You're back?"

But when he saw Zhao Hangyu, he sneered at him without a good voice.

Zhao Hangyu couldn't help but feel a little strange, did he know the other party? How did he look like he owed the other party a lot of money.

And Chuan Po seemed to be able to see through her thoughts, but she responded coldly.

"Don't blame the old body for having such an attitude towards you, the old body knows that you were once the emperor above the Nine Heavens. But have you ever known how the water of the Lechuan River was formed? Every drop of water in it is melted by the tears of the ancestors of the Later Soil!"

Hearing this, Zhao Hangyu's heart couldn't help but be shocked, and he looked at Long Qiuling with surprise on his face.

Long Qiuling sighed, saying that after the war between the two clans, countless casualties were caused.

In his previous life, he only hoped that he would finally meet the Eastern Emperor Taiyi before constructing the Six Realms of Reincarnation. Helplessly refused, he stood at the head of the bridge, cried bitterly, and thus formed the Lechuan River.

Zhao Hangyu was silent for a moment, explaining that it was an eventful time at that time, and he really didn't have time to take care of the whole picture, so he didn't deliberately avoid it.

Hearing this, a boss was finally released in each other's hearts.

"So that's the case, then I can't complain about you, the old body has no form before, and I hope that the king will forgive your sins!"

Chuan Po bowed slightly, respectfully.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Zhao Hangyu's mind was not here at this time, he just wanted to be able to see the Ten Palaces Yan Jun as soon as possible, and after a pleasant greeting, he urged the ghost to hurry up.

In half a day, I arrived near the ghost city of Xudu unimpeded. It's like a plain, but there are a lot of buildings on top of this black land.

And the style of the building is very extreme. There are both ancient buildings and modern western-style buildings, which look very luxurious!

These buildings are densely packed and spread out into the secluded forest.

Seeing these western-style buildings, Zhao Hangyu couldn't help but think of the paper-burning buildings he saw when he was a child. Looking at the appearance, there are some similarities, and it can be seen from it that the superb craftsmanship of the paper tie people.

Before passing by a magnificent western-style building, I suddenly found that above this western-style building, there were two yellow dragons hovering. The two yellow dragons were squinting at the roof of the building, wagging their tails slightly.

However, the strange thing is that only the ghost aura can be felt from these yellow dragons, but there is no breath of divine beasts. But even so, I was still taken aback and exclaimed.

The consul ghost glanced at the yellow dragon hovering on the western-style building, and explained with a smile: "Back to the king, this is not the real yellow dragon, but the grass dragon. ”

Then he explained, saying that although these grass dragons look mighty, they can't even compare with the strength of the Nine Rank Ghost Poor. , their abilities are only equivalent to ordinary evil ghosts.

Because these grass dragons are woven from straw in the world. It seems that the person living in this building is most likely an elderly woman.

Zhao Hangyu was slightly stunned, and said with some doubts: "Why is it a woman? Or is it an elderly woman?"

The consul ghost did not bother him, but still explained: "Because old and weak women, once they turn into ghosts, are easily deceived. , so her children and grandchildren, will weave these grass dragon protectors. ”

In addition, some domestic guards will be burned, followed by a finger with their hands.

looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, he saw a few people wearing black robes at the door of the western-style building. Wearing a round hat and looking powerful, he walked back and forth.

It's just that these people are very strange, their steps are stiff, and their faces are unusually pale, and they are walking around very mechanically.

At this moment, a gray-haired old woman walked out of the western-style building. The old woman looked to be in her eighties, and when she saw everyone, she was not surprised, but smiled slightly.

After walking a little further, I came to the front of the lookout platform.

The Wangxiang Terrace is actually a place that resembles an altar. The altar is circular in shape, with a diameter of 100 meters and a height of several meters. There are stone staircases around the perimeter, and these ghosts go up the stone stairs.

And in this huge lookout platform, there is a huge round of mirrors in the sky at a distance of 100 meters. This mirror is also round, echoing the lookout platform below.

Around Wangxiangtai, there are many stone pillars. On these stone pillars, dense runes are carved, which just encircle the Wangxiang platform in a circular way.

The stone pillar is only about ten meters away from the lookout platform, like a barrier, and the ghosts are standing outside the stone pillar.

When everyone arrived near Wangxiangtai, they found that there were a lot of ghosts gathered around. Some are dressed very decently, while others are shabby, unkempt, and have yellow and thin faces.

However, all of these ghosts have one characteristic, that is, their eyes are glowing, and they seem to be extremely excited. But despite this, he didn't dare to cross this stone pillar and went straight to Wangxiangtai.

There are several ghosts standing on the lookout platform, each of them holding a thick blue booklet and a pen in his hand.

These ghosts were dressed very elegantly, but they were all ghostly, and they began to call some people by name. Then, in the huge mirror 100 meters above the sky, many small pieces will be divided, revealing the scene of the world.

Zhao Hangyu saw that in a certain picture, there were several middle-aged women and men. He was throwing some money paper and paper packets into the fire.

These paper packets are closed, and most of them contain ordinary money paper, and then there are dark coins. Although money paper is the common currency of the underworld, the value of the underworld currency is higher.

On the cover of these paper packets, the name of the deceased is written on it, and then who sent it. Zhao Hangyu naturally knew that because when he was a child, he had seen his parents write this kind of thing to their ancestors. I can't imagine that I can see it with my own eyes now.

Those paper bags that turned to ashes actually fell down through the mirror intact. Then the ghosts standing on the lookout platform waved one after another, and these things fell into their own hands.

From the picture, the fallen western-style building, as well as the family guards, including cars and other objects. They also passed through the mirror and fell from mid-air.

When it fell, it was only the size of a palm, and above the surface, it was shrouded in a faint golden light. And on the golden light mask, there is a faint seal. Although there are many of these things, they can always fall into the hands of the right ghosts.