The book is picked up again.

Ding Ermiao shook his head and said, "You are a city god, can't you communicate with the underworld?" The ghost gave us a three-day deadline, if we can't hand over Jia Siqi's soul after three days, I'm afraid that these three streets will really bleed. You have also seen the way of this thing, and we may not be afraid of it. But he threatened the living people of Sandao Street, and we couldn't take care of it. ”

"I understand what you're saying. But the underworld won't reply to me, what should I do? Xia Qianhu sighed.

Ding Ermiao thought for a while and said, "It's better to take me to the underworld with you and explain the situation to the old ghost of the underworld." ”

"You can't even enter the ghost gate, how can you get there? We go back once every 100 years to report, and in normal times, we are not allowed to return to the underworld unless we are called. Think about it, how many tens of millions of small city gods like me? If you don't have any restraints, you can run around at will, and the underworld will be chaotic. Xia Chenghuang said.

"I'm a disciple of Maoshan, I can go in the Ghost Gate! You take me there, and I'll help you ask for Jia Siqi's soul. Ding Ermiao said.

Xia Qianhu hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, but I can only send you to the ghost gate." Whether you can get in and out of the ghost gate depends on your own face. ”

"Okay, if I can't get in, I'll come back." Ding Ermiao said.

Originally, before Xia Qianhu asked for help, Ding Ermiao was about to learn the art of opening a ghost door from his master. But was interrupted by Xia Chenghuang, and Ding Ermiao didn't learn. I couldn't open the ghost door, so I had to follow Xia Chenghuang in.

Xia Chenghuang looked at the sky outside, beckoned Ding Ermiao to lie down behind the statue, and did something to Ding Ermiao.

Ding Ermiao only felt drowsiness coming, and the sleepiness was irresistible, so he yawned and fell asleep.

As soon as I fell asleep, I dreamed.

In the dream, Xia Chenghuang grinned and arched his hand: "Ding Daoyou come with me." ”

"Lead the way!" Ding Ermiao was also awake in his dream, knowing that this was a soul wandering outside his body.

The two of them walked out of the City God Temple one after the other, but the scene in front of them was no longer what they usually saw.

The light is dim, there is no day, and everywhere you see it is gray, as if you are in an old yellowed photograph.

This is Ding Ermiao's first time in the underworld, and it is inevitable that it will be fresh, looking left and right.

Xia Qianhu smiled: "Ding Daoyou wasn't the first to come, right?" ”

"Yes, it's the first time, this kind of broken place, ghostly, who has nothing to do and often comes here to wander around?" Ding Ermiao said.

In fact, when Ding Ermiao was a child, he was taken by his master and came to the underworld once, and he stayed there for several days. But the master is high, and he brought his soul in a paper talisman, so Ding Ermiao is not familiar with such a ghost way.

"In your eyes, this place is ghostly, but to me, this place is more comfortable than staying in the sun. Actually, everyone in the yang world thinks that Lord Chenghuang is very great, but if you can be a little ghost in the underworld, I think it is better than Lord Chenghuang. In the yang world, the city god who has no incense is not as good as a little ghost pawn in the underworld. Xia Qianhu sighed.

"If you complain, beware of being heard by the old ghosts of the underworld, you don't have to do anything to call you the city god."

"Uh...... Let's not talk about that. Xia Qianhu immediately shut up.

The road ahead was empty, and Xia Qianhu was carrying Ding Ermiao, and the speed was very fast. Ding Ermiao looked fresh at first, but when he looked at it, it was all the same monotony, so he simply didn't look at it and concentrated on hurrying.

After walking for a long time, I gradually saw some ghost guards with ghost criminals and some ghost cha wearing gauze hats on the road.

"Which hell is this?" Ding Ermiao asked.

Although Ding Ermiao had not been to the underworld before this, Ding Ermiao also knew that there were a total of nine ghost paths leading to the capital city in Kyushu. When anyone dies, the soul must walk through the ghost path, enter the ghost gate, and then enter the capital city to receive distribution.

"This is the official road, not the ghost road, and below the official road is the ghost road. In other words, this is the official way of the ghost road. The official road is for us little yin gods to walk, and the ghost road below is wider, but it is also more crowded. Xia Qianhu said.

"I'm ...... There are also double-decker roads in the underworld? Ding Ermiao felt fresh, and asked again: "Why are these ghost guards guarding ghost criminals and walking on this official road?" ”

"Shh......h These ghost pawns are all old qualifications, so they take shortcuts in violation of regulations. It stands to reason that this is not allowed. Xia Qianhu said in a low voice.

Ding Ermiao snorted and rolled his eyes at the ghost pawn passing by.

Xia Qianhu was worried that Ding Ermiao would cause trouble, so he hurriedly dragged Ding Ermiao and rushed forward.

I felt that after walking for a long time, Xia Qianhu took Ding Ermiao, bypassed a boulder, and walked down for a while, and the scene in front of me changed again.

There is a tall gatehouse in front of it, and in front of the gatehouse, there are ghosts crying and crying infinitely crowded.

These ghosts, most of whom are newly deceased, come to the underworld to report. This scene is more lively than the factory recruitment, but the cry is miserable.

Xia Qianhu grabbed Ding Ermiao and said in a low voice: "Ding Daoyou, I can only send it here." If you look ahead, there's the gatehouse. If you say something nice to the guards at the Ghost Gate, you might be let in. After entering the Ghost Gate, I kept walking forward and saw a big city, which was the capital city. You go directly into the city and find the Temple of the Son of Heaven......"

"Okay, okay, I'm familiar with the inside of the capital city." Ding Ermiao said.

"It's strange, it's your first time, how can you be familiar?" Xia Qianhu was stunned.

"I'll count, so, I'm familiar with everything." Ding Ermiao grinned and walked towards the ghost gate.

There are countless souls in front of the pass, noisy and crying.

Ding Ermiao relied on his identity as a disciple of Maoshan and rushed straight over.

When the ghost general guarding the pass saw Ding Ermiao, he hurriedly stopped drinking and scolded: "Where did the wild boy come from, he is in a hurry to be reincarnated? Stop me! ”

Ding Ermiao made a handprint and put it on his forehead.

Suddenly, a looming edict flashed on his forehead.

"See, I'm a disciple of Maoshan!" Ding Ermiao stepped forward and said, "Guarding the door, I want to enter the ghost gate and see your King Qin Guang!" ”

"Maoshan disciple?" Several ghost generals guarding the pass were stunned for a moment, and one of them asked, "Seeing our Majesty King Qin Guang, what's the matter?" ”

"There's something confidential that I can't tell you." Ding Ermiao said proudly.

The guards glanced at each other and said, "Have you ever sent a recital?" ”

"What do you want? I'm a dignified disciple of Maoshan Mountain, and I can't even enter the ghost gate? Ding Ermiao glared.

The ghost general shook his head and said, "Maoshan disciples can enter the pass, but there must be a charm to open the way. We haven't seen your charm, so we can't let it go. ”

To open a ghost door and travel to hell, you need to burn a spell on it, but Ding Ermiao didn't do it.

Of course, Ding Ermiao didn't learn this trick either. That night, the three poor Taoist chiefs were about to teach, but they were interrupted by Xia Qianhu.