The ghost cha does have a way to help Tang Yi out, but it may be subject to some ...... Humiliate. The method is very simple, just pretend to be dead, and the ghost will cast a soul-locking spell to lock the soul, and no one in the small Fan City will be able to see it.

However, according to the hatred of these jailers, yachas, and the people of the whole city for Tang Yi, it is not necessary that they will chew him up and swallow him in his stomach, if this is the case, then he will really die.

"Of course, it's more likely to be humiliated. For example, just like now, if you pee or feed some, you can't hide from it at that time, and maybe it will really pee in your mouth. Onicha grinned with great amusement.

"Maybe by the time I wake you up, you'll even want to die. ”

"No...... Wouldn't it?" Hearing the ghost's words, Tang Yi suddenly shuddered. Judging by the hatred of these jailers, yacha and the common people for him, they peed on the dishes with feces, and even urinated on him in front of him. If he had died, he might have been subjected to such treatment.

The more the ghost looked at Tang Yi's frightened appearance, the stronger the smile on his face became, "Also, if they bury you in a mass grave, I won't be able to save you at that time." ”

Tang Yi understands what the ghost is saying, he has also been a ghost, and he knows that it costs a lot of ghost power to get real things, and with this ghost difference, it is a fan and a pen, and it takes most of the ghost power to do it.

Of course, it's not that this ghost's cultivation is not enough, in fact, his cultivation is definitely high compared to the ordinary ghosts in the underworld. It's just that even if black and white are impermanent, picking up the physical object can be extremely laborious.

However, compared to being fed urine and being chewed and eaten, Tang Yi is not worried about being buried alive at all, with the hatred of these people for themselves, they will never bother digging a pit to bury themselves, at most they are still feeding wild beasts in mass graves.

"How's it going, Tang Gongzi?"

The ghost cha hung upside down on the beam, facing Tang Yi and said with a smile: "Do you want to gamble?"

Tang Yi hesitated for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, "Bet!"

He was now on death row, and the chief catcher had already told him that he would be beheaded as soon as the county warden arrived. In front of the ghost slashing knife in the City God Temple, let your martial arts reach the sky, the Taoism is profound, and the Buddhism is profound.

Tang Yi didn't dare to gamble, what if his 3,000-year-old Dao couldn't withstand someone else's ghost slashing knife? Could it be that he wanted to come to the underworld for a few days again, beg Judge Cui again, and hope that Bai Wuchang would help him again?

Let's not talk about whether Judge Cui will agree, Bai Wuchang may not be willing to help him find such a good body again.

When the ghost saw Tang Yi gritting his teeth and agreeing, his heart was already happy, but his face was still expressionless. He didn't want to harm Tang Yi, but he was just scaring Tang Yi. This ghost is a narrow ghost, and when he was alive, he loved to play tricks on people, and if he could control this mouth, he would already be a ghost general by now.

Wanluo Realm has always respected the dead, and no one will ever insult the corpse, even if they have a deep hatred. If anyone commits this taboo, all the saints and gods will work together to punish them.

Of course, the reason why there is such a rule is just an agreement between the underworld and the Wanluo realm.

The immortal road is noble, and the ghost road is noble.

The prefecture is not allowed to arrest the disciples of the three sects, and the people of the Wanluo realm are not allowed to insult the corpse.

It wasn't until the next morning, when the chief catcher came to check the prison with several yachases, that he found that Tang Yi had committed suicide in fear of crime.

By the time they lifted Tang Yi down from the rope, the corpse was already cold and stiff, apparently dead before the end of the night.

After glaring at the two jailers viciously, the yacha spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and scolded Tang Yi coldly: "Hmph, it's really special, it's cheap little bastard!"

The yacha, who had his arm cut off, wanted to go up and kick Tang Yi with an angry face, but fortunately, a few people around him stopped him quickly. If this kick really kicks down, Tang Yi will naturally not feel it as a dead person, but these big living people will suffer.

At that time, the gods will punish him, and not a single person in the entire Fan City will be able to escape.

A yacha said to the chief catcher, "My lord, what should I do?"

The severed-arm yacha had already hated Tang Yi in his heart, but at this time Tang Yi was already dead, and Wanluo Realm was not allowed to torture the corpse. At this time, when he heard his companion's inquiry, he immediately said angrily: "What should I do?

"The saint is not allowed to insult the corpse, but he didn't say that we must be responsible for burying it, right? Lao Tzu is not his father, don't care if this damn little beast will be eaten by wild beasts!"

He had already thought that if the head catcher was not even allowed to do this, then he would wait for the night to dig out this kid, and then divide the body of five horses. As for the people of Fancheng, Lao Tzu's whole family is fucking dead!

Seeing the appearance of this yacha, where did the chief catcher still not know his thoughts? I saw that after the chief catcher rubbed his eyebrows, he hesitated for a long time, and then said: "First put the body outside the county government to dry for three days, and then throw it into the mass grave after three days as he said." ”

The reason why he had to dry for three days was just to show the saints, which meant that our yamen had given three days for his family to come and claim it, but no one from his family came to claim it, and our yamen had no choice, so he was thrown into the mass grave.

This is not a deception of the saints, but an explanation to the saints. Maybe ordinary people and these officials don't know the reason for this ban, but when they reach this level, they will more or less know some clues. Although it is not detailed, I don't know what the other side of the agreement is, but at least I can see a rough idea.

Although Tang Yi was only moved by the ghost and fell into a state of suspended animation, if the body did not rot for three days, he would inevitably be suspected. Even if they can't see anything, they will never throw Tang Yi into a mass grave again, and maybe they will be sent to a doctor's house to be studied for a few years.

The ghost rolled his eyes and immediately came up with a brilliant idea. As long as Tang Yi's body is allowed to rot, not only can he hide from the yacha, but he can also trick Tang Yi, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?

He used corpse qi to suppress the vigorous vitality in Tang Yi's body, causing his body to decay at a speed that surpassed that of ordinary corpses.

Just one day later, many maggots had grown on the corpse, and the whole Fan City could smell the choking stench. Because the ghost used too much corpse qi, the corpse qi spread, causing all the corpses in the city to change before they were buried.

In desperation, the chief catcher had no choice but to order the dead bodies in the city to be buried as soon as possible, and the people in the city did not care about the rule of stopping the spirit for seven days, some were only two or three days, and some were already five or six days, and they were all buried in a hurry.

Those whose families had never been buried, as well as Tang Yi's corpse, were all buried in mass graves by the yacha. As for the matter of throwing Tang Yi's body directly in the mass grave, no one mentioned it anymore, not even the severed arm Yacha.

After all, the speed at which corpses are decomposing is too fast now, even faster than in the scorching summer, and if there is an epidemic, it will not only be the people of Fan City who will die. Maybe the entire Dongning County, and even the entire Great Zhao Kingdom, will have an outbreak of plague.

After burying the dead bodies of the city, the chief catcher ordered fireworks to be set off overnight, using up all the dozens of anti-plague fireworks he had brought from the county town.

Even so, he still felt that it was not enough, so he sent someone to the county seat quickly, and asked for some famous doctors and all kinds of anti-epidemic fireworks.

After Tang Yi was buried, he was immediately awakened by the ghost. Although he is a martial artist, his ears and eyes are much stronger than ordinary people, but there is no light underground, and he can only blacken his eyes, and he can't see anything.

Those yacha were probably worried about the corpse change, and pressed a lot of boulders on the tomb, even if the strength of the Yuanwu Realm was greater than that of ordinary people, Tang Yi still couldn't break through the ground, and he couldn't even move his body a little.

Just when Tang Yi looked desperate and felt that he was going to starve to death underground, he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps from above, followed by the sound of moving boulders and digging earth. He hurriedly held his breath and waited silently.

There should be only one person listening to the voice, and that person is not digging the tomb where Tang Yi is, but it is not too far. After listening to it for a long time, Tang Yi found that the man had already planed three places in a row. It seems that this person is either an evil monk who needs to practice with corpses, or he is looking for someone.

Tang Yi hadn't been in the Wanluo Realm for a long time, and he didn't know if there were evil cultivators in this world, but he had been in Fan City for more than half a month, and he had never heard of evil cultivators.

If this person is looking for someone, I'm afraid that nine times out of ten he is coming for himself!

It was none other than the one-armed yacha, and after knowing that Tang Yi was also buried, he decided to dig the grave. It's just that he didn't come when he was buried, so he didn't know that Tang Yi was buried in that tomb, so he would open it one by one.

At this time, he had already dug into the tomb next to Tang Yi.

After digging out the corpse and taking a look, the one-armed yacha spat and continued to walk towards the next tomb, this time it happened to be Tang Yi's tomb.

After the one-armed yacha removed the boulder from the grave, he immediately shoveled the shovel into the earth, the shovel was very deep into the earth, as for whether it would destroy the corpses, he didn't care at all, the corpses in front of him had already been destroyed beyond recognition.

After hearing the sound of the shovel shoveling on his face, Tang Yi did not move, and still lay in the tomb with bated breath. The shovel is just made of iron, unless this broken arm is cultivated to the Yuanwu realm and wraps the shovel with true qi, it will never hurt Tang Yi in the slightest.

Although the one-armed yacha only has one arm, the efficiency is extremely fast, and in just a few breaths, Tang Yi has been gouged out. Seeing that the tomb was indeed the figure that had turned to ashes and could not be forgotten, the one-armed yacha immediately threw the shovel aside and pulled out the weapon at his waist.

He didn't use his own standard scimitar, but took Tang Yi's bamboo leaf green.

When Blacksmith Fan gave Tang Yi a new bamboo leaf green, he not only used dark iron, but also added some more precious gold essence, so his sword was much better than the standard scimitar.

The one-armed yacha pinched Zhu Yeqing, stared at Tang Yi with a vicious expression, gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice: "Boy, do you want to die like this?

After the one-armed yacha spat on Tang Yi, he immediately raised his sword and was about to stab Tang Yi, but the long sword had not yet been stabbed, but he saw that Tang Yi tilted his head to avoid the thick phlegm, and then grinned.

The smile was so bright that it was as if he was laughing at him.