"The eighth master is fine, the little one is sorry for you." Lao Song patted his non-existent sleeve and bowed deeply to the eighth master, his expression was extremely sycophant,

He looks like this, even the black impermanence eight masters can't stand it, you are wearing a short-sleeved shirt, shoot a fart sleeve,

Can you not put on a posture of greeting Lafayette?

"It's really not serious to play around." The eighth master waved his hand at Lao Song and scolded with a smile,

Greeted each other, everyone was emotional, and the eighth master sighed again and again,

Unexpectedly, only a few months later, our strength has increased by leaps and bounds to the point where the eighth master is shocked by his big teeth.

Everyone's strength should be able to win the eighth master, compared to the original strength is completely upside down,

After careful calculation, if I opened the mad demon transformation and used the pillow corpse to drink the moon sleep, I should be able to restrain the eighth master on the spot, and even easily take his life.

Compared with Yuan Er's doppelganger, the eighth master is weak on the first line after all,

After the greetings, we also wondered, this eighth master seems to be waiting for us here, how does he know that we are at the back door of this underworld,

"Eighth Master, why are you here?" Dad asked suspiciously,

"When a demon is born, how can the underworld not know it." The eighth master smiled and shook his head,

When the words fell, he turned his head and looked at us deeply, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"The polishing of thousands of years has greatly reduced the strength of these demons, which is much weaker than the heyday of demons in the Qin Dynasty, and now it should be one-tenth or two-tenth of the original strength."

This sentence made us all stunned, and there was cold sweat on our heads.

Damn, isn't this a kid

According to the strength of the doppelganger, it should be one-tenth of the strength of the body, and the doppelganger alone has the strength to win the eighth master.

The demons of the Qin Dynasty were even more powerful, and that strength was going to destroy the world.

I don't really have the confidence to get them with this level of stuff

But fortunately, there is no endless road, didn't the eighth master say it, his strength has been greatly reduced, this is the most beautiful news,

"Don't talk about that yet, let's go in first." The eighth master smiled,

"Where are you going?" Lao Song asked curiously,

"It's the first time you've come to the back door of the underworld, let's go, let me do my landlord's friendship and take you to go shopping." The eighth master waved his hand, and a huge landing hole suddenly appeared on the cave wall.

The hole is about four or five meters high and more than two meters wide.

"Let there be light, says God." The eighth master shouted,

As the words fell, a row of white lights suddenly lit up in the hole, which looked no different from electric lights.

I wipe, it's a voice-activated light,,

God said there should be light, can you not pretend to be like that?

But after thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is not wrong, this eighth master is indeed a yin god

"And so, there was light." The eighth master smiled lightly, walked in front of us first, and led us to the hole.

Turn on the light and brush the clothes, hide the merit and fame,

"Eighth Master, you are so powerful." We laughed dryly in unison, and followed behind Black Impermanence with our heads shut,

"That has to be." Black Impermanence nodded as he should,

In the cave, it seems to be a tunnel, not a long tunnel,

A row of lamps emitting white soft light are neatly installed at the top of the tunnel, and the four walls of the tunnel are very flat, as if they were polished artificially.

After walking for about three minutes, I finally reached the exit.

"Hello Lord Impermanence."

"Hello Eighth Master."

Outside turned out to be a downtown area, with red lanterns hanging high and neon lights shining brightly.

The lights are bright, and there is no end in sight to this downtown area, and there are vendors on both sides of the stalls, constantly greeting the black impermanence.

At this time, the downtown area, the ghost mountains and the sea of ghosts, the gongs and drums are noisy, and the firecrackers are ringing in unison.

If you are at the scene, you can still hear the shouts of the sellers and the counter-offers of the buyers, it is called a lively.

"Ouch, eighth master, we're here to your land, don't take us here to play,." Lao Song pointed to a modern building not far away with great interest, and the signboard on it made Lao Song yearn for it.

"Recently, I've been strict, if I take you there, I happen to meet someone who sweeps that or something, and people will be lost" Hei Wuchang looked at the underground world, and shook his head resolutely,

Just as Hei Wuchang raised his feet to leave, Lao Song secretly hooked up with a vendor with a missing arm and a broken leg.

"Big brother, I see that you are a person in the industry, what do you want?" The peddler asked with a smile,

With the mentality of absorbing cultural knowledge and improving self-cultivation, Lao Song nodded and replied, "What do you have here?" ”

"Costumes, modernity, uniforms, whatever you want, I have it here." The peddler smiled proudly,

looked left and right, and saw that we didn't pay attention to him, Lao Song smiled obscenely, but still pretended to be serious: "Ahem, what's that, I'll take a look at the ancient costume." ”

The peddler quietly took out a CD and handed it to Lao Song, who quietly took it and looked at it, and wanted to roll up his sleeves and do it on the spot.

I was excited when I saw the title, the secret story of the Ming concubine,

Looking at the introduction and the accompanying picture behind, Lao Song spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Framed by the queen, he had no choice but to hang himself and die, after stepping into Huangquan Road"

Below this sentence, there is a picture, a woman with a ** body, her tongue sticks out, and her face is purple before she dies.

"Don't fight, guest officer, can't I change it for you,,,Modern,,."

While dodging Lao Song's angry fist, he took out a disc from his pocket again,

"Let's go, I'm disappointed in the aesthetic ability of the underworld." Old Song Zhuang walked back to us solemnly, and there was no more obscene look in his eyes.

I saw that a disc fell behind him, it should be the one that the vendor took out just now.

Ignoring Lao Song's obstruction, I walked over curiously and picked it up and looked at it, the title was very attractive, the private affairs of modern urban white-collar workers,

Turning over the back, I looked at the profile, after the car accident, the urban white-collar ** did not go out, but continued to burn to the underworld, writing a new chapter of modern beauty,

The picture made me vomit, a woman wearing a small suit and a short skirt, just looking at the back is still very attractive, convex and backward,

But this face was directly flattened by the car, is the aesthetics of the underworld so alternative?

"Bold,,In broad daylight,,Lang Lang Qiankun,,You dare to sell obscene videos in public,,,Looking for death,." Hei Wuchang shouted loudly, glaring angrily at the vendor,

"This is all bloody evidence, and I will decide how to convict you after Lord Ben examines the contents of the disc." The eighth master squatted down solemnly and picked up the disc, turned around solemnly, and put it in his pocket with a righteous face.

Emotional hell is like this