The cuckoo walks alone among the weeds in the wilderness. Black smoke was everywhere here, and dark clouds covered the sky under the sky.

apoptosis,

deserted

Dead

On this road to the Ghost Gate, there is a coldness that invades the soul, and it is terrifying.

In the distance, the sound of the piano pierced through the fog and exploded in my ears.

Quaint

elegance

Quiet

It's like a white bird chirping in unison, chirping endlessly.

The cuckoo raised his eyes to watch, and suddenly saw the blood moon hanging high in the sky, and under the dark red light, a rolling mountain range stretched in the distance. On the top of the mountain, a gazebo stands independent under the moon.

The eaves are high pecked, simple and generous.

The sound of the piano poured down from the pavilion, melodious and resounding through the world.

As if being called, the cuckoo involuntarily floated up and flew to the source of the sound of the piano along the sound of the piano.

Under the gazebo, there was indeed a man playing the harp, he was dressed in a black robe, and his hair was scattered and he sat cross-legged.

Elegant and calm, but also a little lazy.

The cuckoo watched his fingertips pluck and beat between the strings, and stood quietly in the distance, immersed in the smooth sound.

At the end of the song, the man pressed the strings with both hands and did not speak, but raised his head slightly and looked at the woman in front of him.

The aura of the big man is fully revealed.

The cuckoo suddenly woke up, and panicked at the cold gaze of the man. This is the oppression of the soul, giving people the pain of liver and gall, she squatted down, endured the pain of soul tearing, and forced to explain, "I... I don't know why I came here, I'm sorry to bother you. ”

Wang Shu breathed a sigh of relief, but a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes. After all, he is a well-informed person, and his obsession has been let go, and he can't bear this pain?

Wang Shu thought helplessly, it turned out that not every woman was called Jing Fei.

After constricting his breath, the pain disappeared instantly, and the cuckoo fell to the ground, soft, as if it had been drained of its strength.

This scene fell in Wang Shu's eyes, and it was no different from mud.

alas

Times have changed.

It was not easy for the pioneers to solve the problem of eating, but the younger generations thought that thinness was beautiful. It's dry and soft, like a walking telephone pole, and I can't really see where the beauty is.

Alas, is he also out of step with the times like those old antiques?

If that were the case, it would be terrifying.

Wang Shu smiled self-deprecatingly, and found the answer in a moment. He can be unaccustomed to it, and he can give opinions, but he shouldn't use his own standards to force these juniors.

After more than 20 years of coming to the underworld, isn't he not used to those stereotypes?

Every era has beliefs and rules rooted in flesh and blood, which are the marks that cannot be washed away in this era. Among them, it is the essence and should be inherited, and the dross should be eliminated.

These, Yangma has done a good job. On the other hand, in the underworld, he can only hehe.

The old antiques have occupied a high position for more than a thousand years, and they still respect the etiquette of the Song Dynasty, the more I think about it, the more angry I become...

Compared with those uncompetitive ancestors, Wang Shu felt that this delicate junior was more pleasing to the eye.

It's just that the body is too weak.

"Get up, I happen to be free today, I'll show you this ghost gate."

With a wave of Wang Shu's sleeves, the pavilion disappeared in an instant, and even the guqin disappeared.

He stood on the top of the mountain, looked down at the billowing smoke, and added casually,

"It's not a big opportunity, you have to take it."

The cuckoo struggled to stand up, both legs were weak, and when he heard this, he almost fell to his knees.

Opportunity?

What does he mean?

Despite the suspicions, the cuckoo didn't show it, and just replied softly, "Hmm." ”

The next moment, she floated uncontrollably again, and was about to exclaim, when her ankle was pulled, and the cuckoo hung over the cliff like a kite, and when she turned her head to look at Wang Shu, he was holding a rope in his hand, and the other side of the rope was tied to his ankle.

There was a deep incomprehension in the cuckoo's eyes.

"Oh, that's right, I don't really like to share clouds with strangers, only hard work will be enough, you won't mind, right?"

After speaking, he beckoned to the sky, the wind and clouds moved, and a large dense black cloud broke away from its original position in an instant, and slowly landed with the momentum of crushing the city.

The cloud chariot is so large that it occupies almost the entire mountain.

The cuckoo pursed his lips and did not speak.

Thanks to the blessing of the king's technique, because it floated in the sky, the vision was not too obstructed, and the cuckoo was fortunate to peek into the whole picture of the underworld.

Walking along the stretching mountain range, I suddenly saw a city, and there was a big sign hanging on the city gate, which read "Netherworld Mansion Ghost Gate Pass" seven big golden characters.

The city is several feet high, tall and majestic, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

The cuckoo thought that they would enter through the city gate, but Wang Shu had no intention of stopping at all, and dragged her directly past the city.

Above the city wall, there were two men dressed in ancient costumes, also dressed in black robes, but compared with the one on Wang Shu's body, the style was much simpler.

Entering the city, the cuckoo looked down curiously, but what he didn't expect was that the layout of the city was similar to the costume TV series.

To be more precise, it highly coincides with the Water Margin set filmed in 98.

"Is there a feeling of looking at the Qingming Riverside Map?" Wang Shu drove the clouds, and his tone was a little joking.

"Hmm." The cuckoo nodded honestly, and his attitude was very respectful.

"Don't worry, I will have a chance to take my time in the future. When you actually live here, you'll be tired of watching it. Oh, maybe it's going to be annoying, so annoying that you want to set a fire, and this broken place will burn clean. ”

“......”

Hearing Wang Shu's words, he seemed to grit his teeth with hatred, and the cuckoo pulled his head and didn't dare to answer, because this time it would be inappropriate.

The air was quiet again.

After a few miles, I suddenly saw a high mountain, with clouds hanging down and black fog in the air.

"Where is this?"

Du Juan looked down at Wang Shu, deliberately breaking the awkward atmosphere, she felt that it was not a matter to remain silent, after all, she didn't know what this man was going to do next, and guessing would only make her more uneasy.

"This is the Netherworld Mountain, have you heard of it?"

"Uhhh No. The cuckoo was stunned and felt that he had died talking to the sky again.

However, the expected silence did not appear, Wang Shu tightened the rope, narrowed the distance between them, and said with a mysterious expression, "You may not know about this mountain, but I dare to guarantee that you must know what is behind this mountain." ”

The cuckoo couldn't help but get nervous, and subconsciously asked, "What is behind this mountain?" ”

"Shh Wang Shu put his finger to his mouth and whispered, "Listen." ”

In the sassy wind, I vaguely heard the sad voices of relatives, and after listening carefully, the voice suddenly became clear, as if ten thousand people were wailing, screaming and shaking the sky.

Wang Shu suddenly smiled, stared at the cuckoo, and said word by word, "It's eighteen layers of hell." ”

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