Unknown streets.

The fingers moved slightly, and the nerve was pulled and sent out a sharp pain.

The boy was wrapped in tattered silver armor and richly robes, except that they were all torn and noticeably larger.

He regained some consciousness, but he was drunk again, in a trance, and the alley in front of him kept shaking, overlapping, spinning and parting, and a pain that tore the marrow of his brain hit his whole body.

But when he couldn't help but wail, the sound tugged at more muscles, which seemed to have atrophied.

"Ahh

Two low beeps.

The boy gave up and sat up, gasping for air, his eyes weak, confused, and about to crack the memory.

His skin was dark, his face was bloodied, and his expression was confused and painful.

The snowflakes on the narrow alleyway fell and fell on him, and the biting cold penetrated into his pores, and in his internal organs, he seemed to be so frozen.

Just as I was thinking about it, the door on the side suddenly opened.

This is the back door of an adult's house, and what emerges is a graceful and luxurious woman with thin eyebrows and eyes, and her expression is somewhat peculiarly sad.

Apparently she didn't expect a boy to fall in the alley.

And it was a wounded, blood-stained, ugly black boy.

The woman rubbed her eyes and looked at the boy.

The boy noticed her too.

Across the not wide back door, on the street in the deep alley, two eyes quietly touched.

The woman suddenly shouted tentatively: "Zhang'er?"

The boy frowned, the words seemed to evoke some memories of him, and his head was about to explode.

The woman bit her lip, suddenly hid her face, and then rushed to the entrance of the alley.

The cloak of brocade was draped over the boy's badly wounded body.

Tears were streaming down the boy's face.

Ignoring the cold, she put her hands under the snow and picked up the boy.

"You're... Who?" the boy asked weakly, thinking for a moment and asking, "I... Who is it?"

The woman was stunned when she heard his words, looked at the ugly child, smiled at herself and relieved, picked up the boy, hugged her tightly, and her eyes were already red.

The woman thought about it, and thought about it again, although her eyes were red, but there was the joy of reunion, lost and regained, and even redemption at the corners of her lips.

She whispered back in the boy's ear, "An old man." ”

...

...

Nightmares run through the world of the underworld.

In the carriage.

The little girl had already cleared the smoke from her body.

Xia Ji instinctively looked up, but he was stunned again, it was indeed a little girl in front of him, but... The strange thing is that no matter where you look at it, this little girl is only frontal, and those faces are either with closed pupils, or blood-red pupils, or with a penetrating smile, or innocent... There are many kinds of things.

But no matter which angle you can see, all you can see is a face, a front.

This is the exact opposite of the Red Yama.

It's just that... It's a little strange that these faces are not afraid to look at themselves.

A large red candle was lit in the carriage.

The candle was inserted on a copper tip, and on the tray below that imitated the dripping table of the world, some black smoke was billowing, silent.

The little girl's daily screams rang out: "The existence of the underworld does not require vision, but you have only turned into a soul body, so I took out this old antique." ”

"Don't you need eyesight?" Xia Ji lifted the curtain slightly, trying to observe.

But it was pitch black outside the window, and it was impossible to see.

And vaguely, there are only different shades of black, and the black is weird and deep.

In addition to the faint light field held up by red candles in this carriage, the edges of the carriage are not there, but only blend into the pure black around them.

Xia Ji touched it, but there was no touch.

Bai Yama screamed and explained: "We don't need hearing, we don't need any of the five senses that humans have, so you can't touch anything, and the communication I am communicating with you now is a kind of soul communication." ”

Xia Ji responded: "Well, really?"

He realized that he really didn't need to speak, and this exchange was formed.

Bai Yama looked outside and said, "We don't know what is hidden in these darkness, but no matter what exists, walking in the underworld, you must have a map, otherwise it is almost doomed to get lost."

In the world of the underworld, space is not pure, it does not mean that if you walk a hundred meters from south to north, you really move a hundred meters, in fact, you may have walked into a place that you can never return to.

Go a hundred meters forward, a hundred meters back, and maybe you will not return to the original point at all, but to a completely unfamiliar territory.

Therefore, you don't need to worry about anyone coming to attack you at all, because most of the curses in the underworld, even ghost servants, ghost messengers, ghost generals, and judges, are all active in a fixed area, and they will only know that you are coming when you arrive in their area.

Most of these beings only have maps of a small area, so their range is small. ”

Xia Ji listened quietly.

This is very valuable information.

In fact, he really didn't think hell would be like this.

Every being is fixed somewhere?

Can't get an inch without a map?

Walking does not rely on the five senses, but on the map in hand?

In this way, those who try to break into the underworld... Even if you can pass through the gate of the underworld and enter the underworld, you will still be dead?

Bai Yama said: "After a while, after watching the extraordinary performance of the promotion of the people of the underworld, I will take you to get the map, in fact, the map that everyone in the underworld can receive is directly proportional to their own strength and identity.

The stronger the strength and the higher the status, the wider the map area you can get.

However, the netherworld area is huge, so you need to be careful when choosing the area.

But unless it's Yama or Nightmare, there is no map that can get the Ancient Ladder of Souls. ”

The little girl suddenly got up in the carriage, came to Xia Ji, shook her head and looked at the man wearing a miserable white cloak for a while, but the black hair was still open, and there was a twisted black sun on his forehead.

"Xia Ji, you are so handsome. ”

Xia Ji complained wildly in his heart.

Are you sick in the head? Does this sentence match the current atmosphere?

Bai Yan Luo smiled sharply, and then sat down unceremoniously beside Xia Ji.

The two of them, one big and one small, sat quietly, and in the light of the big red candle, there was a strange harmony, as if the father and daughter were going to the wilderness of spring.

The scream sounded again: "Three years is enough time to help you wash off all the smell of the world on your body, and this is also the day when the soul ancient ladder opens, that day... I'll send it. ”

After thinking about it, she added, "Even if it weren't me, there would be a red Yama." ”

After thinking about it again, she said in a wordy voice, "Even if it is not a Red Yama, there will be other existences. ”

Xia Ji complained wildly in his heart.

When did I have so many friends in Hades?

It's not right.

He thought for a moment and asked directly, "Other existences?"

The little girl was silent for a while, but she still screamed and shouted, "And Black Yama." ”

Xia Ji was stunned and asked tentatively, "Is there anything else?"

The little girl shook her head: "No, Xia Ji, in the entire underworld, only the three of us will help you, but Hei Yama doesn't like you very much, she doesn't like it very much, she originally wanted to eat you, but then decided to help you." ”

Xia Ji groaned and asked, "Then are you all Yamas who support the coexistence of the human world and the underworld?"

The little girl continued to shake her head: "No, only the Red Yama supports it. In fact, I'm rooting for the enslavement of humans, and the Black Yama... But she wants to slaughter the entire human race, and she is one of the giants of that faction.

And Black Yama is also one of the very few beings who can walk in this maze of the underworld without holding a map. ”

Xia Ji asked, "Then why are you helping me?"

He was particularly puzzled.

The little girl shrieked: "Because it's you." ”

"Me—am I any different?"

But the little girl was silent.

And then the nightmare stopped, apparently at the station.