readx;?“ Well, the name of the current head of this paper cloth mountain is Hao Youliao, I heard that when he was in the yang world before, he was the hall master of the Fan Sect, very awesome, after he died, it is said that there are also very powerful characters behind him, so those ghosts do not dare to offend the backers behind him, and they have the benefits of Hao Youliao, and they have turned a blind eye to here, anyway, this place has been classified as a forbidden area by the underworld, and there is no need to manage it, who wants to do this thankless thing, right? Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The reckless man seemed to be very unconvinced by Hao Youliao, and when he mentioned Hao Youliao, his expression was somewhat disrespectful and resentful.

"What, what did you just say, what teach." As soon as the reckless man's words fell, the fat man and I stared at him and asked loudly in unison.

"Fan", fan teaching, what's up. When the reckless man saw me and the fat man glaring at him viciously, his face was nervous and anxious, and he couldn't help but feel weak, and his voice trembled.

"Fan Teaching, Flash Teaching, no, you think about it again, is it Flash Teaching." I still stared at the reckless man, and asked in an urgent tone.

"Flash Sect, Flash Sect, should it be, anyway, Hao Youliao said that when he was in the Yang Realm, he was an old cow, and it was easy to go anywhere, eh, he came, right there." The reckless man stretched out his hand and pointed behind us, the fat man and I were startled, turned around to see, there was nothing behind us, and before we turned our heads, the reckless man dragged the left leg, like the sequelae of cerebral thrombosis, and ran away from the high and low.

The fat man still wanted to chase, but I persuaded him: "Senior brother, don't chase, he's just a horse boy, but what Hao Youliao he said, we really have to pay attention, if that Hao Youliao was really a member of the Flash Sect before his death, it means that Lu Yufeng's forces have infiltrated the underworld, no wonder you dare to take Su Lujie and run to the underworld to avoid the limelight, it seems that there are really their cult henchmen in this underworld." ”

"Let's not think about it so much, let's talk about it after this paper mountain, there are some things, I think Uncle Li should know better than us, and when we see the master, it is estimated that there will be answers to many things." The fat man looked around, and the ghosts who had fought with us just now had already run away, so he beckoned Shen Han and me to continue walking.

At this time, I realized that we were really standing at the foot of a mountain full of ochre-yellow stones, but the mountain was low and lonely, and the shape was like a pile of feces falling from the sky, and halfway up the mountain, the gray mist was filled, and the ghostly shadows were longing, and the strange clouds flowing dark red above made the mountain seem more and more strange and unpredictable.

The fat man swallowed and foamed, and turned to look at me and Shen Han: "What's the matter, are you ready, if you do, let's go into the mountain." ”

I looked at Shen Han, who looked a little weak because of the fierce battle with that reckless man just now, and his eyes were full of speechless worry.

"I'm fine, it's just that my strength is not in my body, and my recovery is a little slow, it doesn't matter, let's hurry up, otherwise, Uncle Li should be worried." Shen Han smiled at me and took the lead in climbing up the mountain.

Looking at Shen Han, who always showed a strong face, but his heart was full of unknown scars, I shook my head helplessly and pitifully, and followed him to climb up the mountain.

Looking up from the bottom of the mountain, the paper clothes mountain does not seem majestic and towering, but when I, the fat man, and Shen Han climbed up along the sheep intestine path formed by gravel, I realized that the old saying "looking at the mountain and running a dead horse" is really true, this rugged mountain road is too difficult to walk.

"Hey, let's fly over there, what's up." If this person is lazy, he is very good at using his brain, and he can always find tips that can save energy and reduce the burden, and this dead fat man is like this.

He was tired of walking, and suddenly remembered that we are not mortals with turbid qi in our bodies, but quasi-ghosts who do not have the three flavors of true fire and are enough to be fake, and they can naturally resist the wind and realize their dreams of a thousand miles in an instant.

is the so-called word to wake up the person in the dream, although Shen Han and I are in the underworld at this time, but our subconscious still positions ourselves as a person to think about the problem, instead of like the fat man, we have begun to consider the problem from the perspective of a ghost, so we will be very clumsy everywhere and struggling.

Thinking about this layer, Shen Han and I also learned from the appearance of fat people, like astronauts walking on the moon, taking a few steps, flying up, and flying to the heights with the stronger and colder mountain wind.

In this way, after a short time, the three of us came to the mountainside of Paper Coat Mountain, that is, the area covered by a thick gray mist.

However, although the fat man and I, as well as Shen Han, came all the way to the halfway point of the mountain, and it seemed that we would soon reach the top of the mountain, the more we went up, the more bottomless our hearts became, because, along the way, it was so quiet, and the silence made us inexplicably feel a brief calm ominous atmosphere before the storm.

When we landed halfway up the mountain, near the gray mist that surrounded the entire mountain like a jade belt, a cold air mixed with a sometimes thick and faint rancid smell overflowed from the gray mist, and we not only frowned, because the smell was all too familiar to us, it was a stench that could only be released after a corpse.

So, what could be the uncomfortable smell of human decay coming from these fogs, could it be that there were corpses hidden in the thick mist like marshmallows?

At this moment, a large amount of paper money floated out of the thick fog as if it were blown by a huge blower, and fluttered and fell like snowflakes above our heads, falling on our heads and shoulders.

The paper money is not quite the same as the paper money we usually see at the funeral of the yang world, first of all, its area is only half the size of the yang paper money, and it is about twice the size of ordinary copper money; Second, the money was not cut out of straw paper, but from snow-white, slippery paper with blood splatters.

At the same time, bursts of weird and harsh, cold singing voices came out of the fog, listening to me and the fat man, and Shen Han shuddered: "The house is good to stop mourning, the door is good to mourn, a thousand years out of a mouth, ten thousand years out of a pair, survival Qinghua House, cold back to the hills, cut off the red dust in the ten places, the snow is empty for thousands of years, persuade the deceased Mo, sad, don't hang the yang world in your mind, Yao and Emperor Shun are dead, buried in the soil after death, life is not 100 years old, what about 100 years old, how many heroes in ancient times, inevitably save the head of the mountains and rivers, Since it has stopped today, it has been mourned for eternity for thousands of years......"

The song is hoarse and desolate, as if there is endless grief and suffering, but with bursts of eerie ghostly aura, we can hear that we are chills, teeth chatter, and our emotions begin to become low and depressed, and we feel that life is just a farce of acting by ourselves or watching others act.

"It's not good, this is a funeral song, also called a ghost calling a soul, it's a song sung by some unscrupulous ghosts when they go to hook the soul, damn it, hurry, cover your ears, don't listen." The fat man's face changed drastically, and he shouted at us with a white face.

Shen Han and I covered our ears as I said, but the mourning song was like a strong penetrating power, and it still poured into my ears like a surging tide, and the treacherous and trembling voice kept "booming" in my brain and chest, shaking my qi and blood retrograde, upset, and I felt warm blood flowing out of my eyes, nose, ears, and corners of my mouth, and at the same time, the whole person began to become tired, and I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep sweetly, and never woke up.

However, although this thought of seeking death became stronger and stronger in my heart, the little reason I had left still prompted me to barely open my eyes wide, and saw that Shen Han had curled up on the ground, squeezing his hair in pain, and crying in his mouth: "Mom, Mom, why did you leave me behind, I miss you, I miss you, Mom, take me, please......"

Shen Han's crying was not loud, and the nao in his mouth was also indistinct, but at that moment, Shen Han's sobbing sound was like Huang Zhong Dalu, and it suddenly suppressed the notes of the mourning song that had penetrated into every cell in my body, and I instantly regained consciousness.

At this time, the fat man couldn't hold it anymore, knelt on the ground with one leg, and held the mourning stick with his right hand to support his body from falling, his face was also bleeding, and his expression was painful and hideous.

"Kaizi, ...... I want to do... Law, I ...... To control ...... Don't live in the body...... The Demonic ...... ......Seeing that I suddenly stood up with great composure, the fat man looked up at me with great difficulty, and said intermittently.

"Senior brother, Shen Han, you must hold on, please." Looking at the fat man and Shen Han who were suffering in pain, my heart was like a knife, tears mixed with blood flowed into my mouth, salty and bitter, just like the tribulations I had experienced.

"My bastards, you bastards, want to kill us, but there is no door, and if you hear it, you don't have the door." I yelled hysterically into the thick fog of snow-white paper money that still made the sound of mourning songs, and at the same time pulled out a wad of rune paper from my trouser pocket, and pulled out 2 pieces of rune paper with the Purifying Heart Spell and 10 Hell Breaking Charms and clasped them in my right hand.

As soon as I pulled out the paper of the Purifying Mind Mantra, the mourning songs suddenly came to an abrupt end, and the paper money stopped flying, and everything seemed to stand still.

"Why, are you scared, hehe, the show has just begun, and the excitement is still to come." My heart was now completely occupied by anger, so my eyes rose and I sneered at the thick fog, and then bit the tip of my tongue, spraying the blood of my tongue and the tears in my mouth onto the talisman paper in my hand.

Then, I pasted the two Mind Purification Spells on the eyebrows of Shen Han and the fat man, so that the negative emotions in their hearts would soon be absorbed by the talisman paper and restore their normal minds.

Then, I clasped ten hell-breaking runes in my hand, walked to a place less than 5 meters away from the dense fog, looked coldly at the faint shadow of the Dao in the thick fog, and smiled gloomily: "Thieves, the show is about to be staged, why don't you be scared." ”

There was still a deathly silence in the thick fog, so quiet that it made people's hearts palpitate, and it felt like their hearts were about to twitch together.

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