Ghost Gate Pass, the intersection of Yin and Yang, enter the Ghost Gate Pass, you have to go to Yin and Yang Road. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info out of the yin and yang road to the dreams of children and grandchildren, before that, everyone has to register at the door of the official ghost cha, said who to give the dream, how long to go before entering the ghost gate.

Every ghost who has a home in the underworld Housheng City must return to Yinyang Road before half past nine in the evening, if someone wants to linger in the world and does not return according to the registration time, they will be eaten by the evil ghosts that frequently appear in the local night.

Wang Simiao followed behind Wang Tiansheng, and the journey was quite smooth, and when he arrived at the table where the official was poor, Wang Tiansheng asked him to take out the mirror.

The official ghost took a look at it, and snorted twice, "I said that the old ghost Wang, the bleeding is complete, didn't you bring this yin-yang mirror down when you died?" ”

Wang Tiansheng didn't lower his eyes, but from time to time he stood on tiptoe to see how long the line was, and slowly and leisurely talked to the ghost, "This is my grandson, my net worth is not his sooner or later."

Hearing the Yin-Yang Mirror, Wang Simiao suddenly buzzed in his head, turned around and held Wang Tiansheng's hand, "Grandpa, I heard that our family has a book called Yin-Yang Book?" Do you know where it is now? ”

Wang Tiansheng's face suddenly turned bad, and he kicked Wang Simiao to the side, and scolded in his mouth, "Where is there any yin and yang book, where did you hear the nonsense?" Don't usually study well! Listen to other people's nonsense! ”

Wang Simiao was beaten inexplicably for a while, and she couldn't say anything about her grievances, so she hurriedly said that she was wrong and shouldn't listen to outsiders' nonsense.

The official ghost looked at such a scene, and he already understood three points in his heart, and smacked his tongue, "You old ghost Wang, your heart and eyes are all hooked."

Wang Tiansheng didn't pay attention to him, snorted and dragged Wang Simiao up, and took out a dagger from his baggage and handed it to him, "Cut your hand, write your friend's birthday and name on the mirror"

Wang Simiao lowered her head and didn't dare to refute, tremblingly took the knife and cut it on her fingertips, hissed and watched the black and red blood flow out of her fingertips, and hurriedly wrote Guan Jiu's birthday and name.

Wang Tiansheng took the mirror and didn't know what he was reading, and Wang Simiao, who was muttering, couldn't understand it, but it didn't take long for Wang Tiansheng to take out a brush from his baggage, dip it in the ink on the table, and sketch many unintelligible words on the back of the mirror.

After writing, he stuffed it into Wang Simiao's arms and said to him, "It's ugly now, your friend is sleeping, you must come back before the hour, that is, before five o'clock in the world, if you don't come back, then you will have no way to go back."

Wang Simiao nodded cautiously, watching Wang Tiansheng take out a gossip plate and a bell from it and hang them on him respectively, inexplicable for a while, but he vaguely knew in his heart that it must be needed next

Sure enough, after Wang Tiansheng hung up, he said to him, "The Bagua Plate and the Guide Bell are to prevent the invasion of evil ghosts when you cross the Yin and Yang Road, and there are countless evil ghosts on that road that cannot go up to the sky and the earth, and you can't be a human being, so don't be careful."

Before Wang Simiao could be moved, he was pushed into the ghost gate by Wang Tiansheng, and the people in line behind him cursed and muttered, but none of this mattered.

Yin Yang Road, not much different from Huangquan, is pitch black all around, there is no sky and no earth, but the difference is that there are people crying and laughing, and some people humming songs that they don't understand. There are men, women, old people, children, but they only hear their voices, but they don't see them. Wang Simiao's hair stood on end, holding the gossip plate in her arms tightly, and the bell made a strange sound with every step.

Suddenly, he felt a cold hand touch his shoulder, and it seemed that there was a heavy gasp from behind him, and every breath he exhaled was cold behind him.

He turned his head suddenly, but found that there was still nothing, so he had to hold the gossip mirror and bow his head and walk a few steps, but the same feeling continued to repeat, when he tilted his head slightly, he clearly saw the finger on his shoulder that was full of scars and split fingers, there were still traces of blood deposited in the nails for an unknown amount of time, and the yellowed palm seemed to have no blood circulation for a long time.

His neck seemed to be loaded with clockwork, and every time he moved, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of gurgling inside, and when he turned his head, Wang Simiao hissed, calmed down for another two seconds, and then broke out into a sharp howl.

It was a man, no, a male ghost. Half of the skull is a pile of rotten meat, the eyeballs are hanging crookedly in the rotten meat, the yellowing is a color that has been dead for a long time, half of the skull is gone, and the remaining half can be clearly seen back and forth with every breath he takes, and the mouth without a chin reveals a layer of white teeth, Wang Simiao can clearly see that he has the remaining eye staring at himself, and his mouth is still giggling.

Looking down further, there was a hideous scar on the neck, because there was no blood circulation, and the opening was turned open.

For a moment, Wang Simiao understood where the heavy panting sound came from, the male ghost's head seemed to have only a layer of skin connected to the body, not the lung cavity, and it was the skull on top of the head that was instigated to breathe, resulting in a heavy sound. The rotten flesh under the neck grew together, and white insect repellent drilled out of it, and the male ghost's weird laughter and panting made his head crash directly.

It wasn't until the stench was so foul that he didn't think of taking out the yin-yang mirror in his arms when he was less than a palm face-to-face.

I saw a dazzling light reflected from the mirror, and the runes engraved on the back seemed to be able to recite Sanskrit in Wang Simiao's ears, and the male ghost's eyes widened, and his teeth rubbed against each other to make a gurgling sound.

Wang Simiao closed his eyes, raised the gossip mirror and only heard a wail, the male ghost took three steps back, and suddenly a fire began to rise from under his feet, he kept scratching his body with his mutilated fingers, but the fire burned bigger and bigger, and finally even the only eyeball on his face that could still see people was devoured in it.

Wang Simiao sat on the ground, frightened, but the gossip plate in his hand gradually disappeared, he touched his chest and seemed to be able to feel the beating heart inside, but he forgot, he was also a ghost.