A dream-like time and space.

Difficult to discern directions.

Can't extricate yourself.

Yang Zhong and Sikong Ye were falling, falling endlessly.

No means can stop their fall, and all means are reduced to nothingness in this space.

Whether it is the ability of Yang Zhong's two ghosts, or his ghost domain. Or is it Sikong Ye's qi magic, or other miscellaneous means, in this constantly falling time and space, there is no spare strength at all.

In other words, they simply have no power to escape.

"So I'm falling into the abyss, the Infernal Hell?"

The red and black silk thread of the "Ghost Domain" that was wrapped around his waist before had already been pressed back into Yang Zhong's body because the two of them had fallen into this time and space that seemed to be the gap between the world and hell.

Sikong Ye, who broke free, carefully looked at the space where he couldn't even distinguish the specific color, and finally couldn't help but comment slightly.

It has been difficult for eternity, and there is only one "dead" ear.

As for what the world will encounter after death, ancient and modern China and foreign countries do not know the pride of the sky, and the heroes of the ancient people have launched their own reverie.

Although Sikong Ye devoted himself to the cause of building the Great Xia Federation, he was also full of curiosity about the afterlife.

In particular, the world is experiencing the terrifying apocalyptic catastrophe of strange spirits, and those powerful ghosts and strange spirits themselves are unclear and unclear from the world after death.

If it was really possible to enter the afterlife to wait and see, he would definitely not give up that opportunity. Let's take a look at the world after death, if there are really ten halls of Yama, six reincarnations, rewarding good and punishing evil!

Of course, there has never been a piece of evidence that the "Infernal Hell" is the afterlife, Sikong Ye himself fell into this space, looking at the appearance, it is estimated that it will never be possible to climb back, and now these words are just talking about self-deprecation.

Of course, self-deprecation is self-deprecation, and self-help is still self-help.

Even the little girl Zhou Xian knows that this "Infernal Hell" that she is about to enter is not a monolith. The eight immortal demon gods who were sealed in ancient times have a record of getting out of it.

Although they were still going to be stuffed back to hell by the Dao Leader who came down from Maoshan Mountain, this already showed that he still had a chance to escape.

But!

But!!

Sikong Ye suddenly saw a figure that was not far away from him, and immediately threw the thoughts that had just emerged from him out of the clouds.

"Hehehe... You can not live, but Yang Zhong, you must die! With the power of levitation, Sikong Ye stepped on the face of Yang Zhong, who had just come back to his senses.

Originally, the power of the red and dark black "Ghost Domain" that Yang Zhong had just been forced out of his body with great perseverance, but it was only less than an inch away from his body, and it was suddenly broken in an instant because of Sikong Ye's kick, which destroyed the balance.

"Fuck you uncle!" It seems that because of the different circumstances, the two ghosts in Yang Zhong's body that are constantly making noise all the time, affecting his thinking and controlling his emotions, also seem to have fallen into silence in the gap between this hell on earth.

However, it is precisely because of this that after being kicked in the face by Sikong Ye, Yang Zhong also became a nameless fire, and the three corpses jumped.

In the blink of an eye, he didn't hesitate to raise his hand and smash several punches into Sikong Ye's face.

"You madman! Lunatic! Lunatic! Lunatic! ”

Even though the two ghosts on their bodies had fallen silent in this falling space, no matter how they called, they didn't seem to wake up. But with the power of the "Ghost Domain" added to his body, Yang Zhong's three attributes were all crushing Sikong Ye no matter which one of them.

After all, Yang Zhong had already sensed the two ghosts on the head of the Special Affairs Division before, and they had disappeared at some point. The life and death that he just fought with himself in the human world was also based on the qi magic that he still didn't know what to follow.

Even if Sikong Ye they are not taken by surprise, really face to face, drum to drum. As long as Yang Zhong was given a few seconds to breathe, he would have been able to run without a trace with the power of a ghost.

Now that Yang Zhong was pitted by Sikong Ye to this place, he once again missed the opportunity because of him, and God knows how annoyed he was!

punch after punch, smashed on Sikong Ye's face, body, flesh and blood flying.

"Sikong Ye! Where did I, Yang Zhong, provoke you! Why do you target me like this all the time? Why! Why! We're all here! I don't think about how to save myself, I think about how to climb out of hell, and I even think about infighting! How unwise you are! Isn't it good for us to go our own way on earth? There are so many ghost hunters in the world, why do you bite me to death! ”

If, if this damn special country was not the first to deal with him, if he could be given a little breathing room, why did Yang Zhong fall into such a field!

In short, everything is Sikong Ye's fault!

"Hehe..." Sikong Ye didn't want to answer his question, so he rolled his eyes straight away with his bloody eyes, but when he heard Yang Zhong's loud shout, he couldn't help but scold in a low voice.

"Shut up! Yang Zhong, you despicable and shameless bastard! There are thousands of ghost hunters in the world, and I know that there are also ghost hunters who are worse than you, but why are you not prepared at all when we are the first to look for you! ”

"What preparation?" Yang Zhong sneered on his face, and raised his hand to punch Sikong Ye's flesh-and-blood face.

But this time, his hand fell short, and before he could pull it out, he was suddenly held to death by Sikong Ye, and the iron fist of the backhand Sikong Ye had already smashed heavily on his face.

There were several white particles visible to the naked eye, which were smashed and spit out of Yang Zhong's mouth, and in just a few strokes, he was bleeding all over his mouth!

"What preparation?! Hehehe, Yang Zhong! Have you forgotten the S-class "ghost bus" incident you experienced alone a year ago!! ”

"You bastard, then tell me, why did you tell us that as long as you enter the "ghost bus", you can silence the ghosts in your body! Why don't you say that as long as you spend a long time in the "ghost bus", you can put the ghosts in the ghost hunter's body to sleep indefinitely!

Did you know that the world is rapidly coming to an end because of the resurgence of the spirits? Do you know how many ghost protectors in our Federation are executed by their comrades every day because they have awakened from the ghosts in their bodies? Do you know how many ordinary people fight on the front line every day in order to resist those terrible ghost incidents, and then die in a desolate and worthless manner?

No! You bastard doesn't know anything! You only care about yourself! I care about your status as a ghost master!

If the truth of the "ghost bus" incident can be known by our federation, our federation is thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of human lives to heap, and we will all contain that ghost bus!

But in the end, you didn't say anything! My day your uncle's Yang Zhong! Just a selfish and morbid waste like you still want to be a savior? I'm going to give you a smack!

If you don't go to hell, you have no eyes! ”