We followed the mule to a wilderness. It's the same as the hungry hell. There are no plants here. There is only a piece of loess. In fact, it seems that the whole underworld is like this, everywhere is gloomy sky, yellow and fluttering earth. It has not changed for ten thousand years, revealing desolation and loneliness.

And it's on this loess. There is a door.

There is only one door. There are no fences, not even door frames. This door stands alone between heaven and earth, unspeakably strange.

I looked at this door, and there was an ugly imp painted on it. He was staring at us viciously, as if he was about to come out of the door. This little ghost is really lifelike.

The mule slowed down, turned back to us, and said, "I've seen the doorkeeper in a moment. It's best to be able to fool around. If you can't. I shake the chains and let you go. We're going to rush up and solve this problem. We must cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and we can't let him run away, otherwise, what we are trying to do will be discovered. "

I looked around: "Where's the difference?" There's no one here. "

As the mule walked, he said softly, "Infernal Hell is the place where the punishment in the underworld is the heaviest. The ghosts here are also the most vicious. The rest of the place is nothing without a guard. There are definitely here. But where are the guards? I don't see it either. "

We walked up to the door, wondering. Suddenly, there was a loud burst of laughter around.

The laughter surrounded us, as if there was an invisible momentum pressing down on us. I felt like my body was almost going to be squashed.

Unconsciously, I wanted to use the yin and yang qi in my body to contend with each other, however, at the last moment, I held back. Once the two qi of yin and yang are used, the clues will be discovered. Wanting to blend in is tantamount to a fool's dream.

So I gritted my teeth and relied on my body to carry this momentum. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans ran down his head and fell to the ground. Eventually, I couldn't hold on any longer, plopped up, and fell to the ground.

At this time, I found that the rest of the hungry people had already laid down. Wushuang even winked at me, revealing a sly gaze.

That's when I suddenly understood. It is estimated that other people have already figured out the trick, deliberately showing weakness, and pretending to be pressed by this momentum to lie on the ground. Only I didn't figure it out, I suffered so much in vain.

After we all lay on the ground. The laughter around slowly subsided, and finally gathered in one place. From the unreal to the real.

Then, I saw the little ghost that had been painted on the door move. Then he stepped down from the door and stood majestically in front of us.

The mule clenched his fist at him: "Old ghost, why are you?" It's your turn to come here and guard the door? "

The old ghost was also a little surprised: "Mule? Aren't you missing? I've heard a lot of my colleagues say that they can't find you everywhere. "

The mule waved his hand: "Don't listen to their nonsense. Isn't that what I'm doing? It's just that one day I got drunk and didn't come to report. These people listened to the wind and rain, and spread rumors everywhere. "

The old ghost nodded, and affectionately hooked shoulders with the mule. He looked at a few of us and asked, "Bring me something new?" "

The mule nodded, pointed to the fat man and the thin man, and said, "These two kill innocents indiscriminately. Then he pointed to me and Wushuang and said, "These two murdered for money." Then he pointed to Mrs. Zhang and Wen Yu and said, "These two blasphemed the gods and Buddhas and persecuted the monks. "

In short, each of us is guilty.

The old ghost nodded: "Listen to what it means." The sins of a few of them were enough to go to Infernal Hell. However, I still need to take a picture of business. "

The mule stopped him: "That's not necessary, right?" Send them in quickly, and I'll be able to go back on my errand." "

The old ghost waved his hand: "It won't take long." I also don't want good people to be wronged. "

Then, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, enveloping several of us.

I instantly felt like all the experiences of my life had been turned over. When I was in the first grade, I went up to the tree to steal dates, when I was in the second grade, I copied my homework, when I was in the third grade, my family was missing, I cheated in the high school entrance examination, and when I was in the fourth or sixth grade, I bought the answers one by one, scene by scene, until I swung my sword and fought side by side with Zhang Yuan, killing the little ghost and saving Wushuang

Then, suddenly, the light converged.

The old ghost hurriedly said to the mule: "Something is wrong, brother, there is a big problem with these people you brought back, they seem to be"

The old ghost has not finished speaking. The mule shook the chain and shouted, "Do it." "

We bounced off the ground. Shouting and struck at the old ghost.

The old ghost was caught off guard and was restrained by us in a matter of seconds. Then he looked at the mule angrily: "What are you going to do?" What are you doing? "

Mrs. Zhang didn't talk nonsense, and pulled out her peachwood sword and stabbed at the old ghost.

The mule looked unbearable and cried out, "Wait a minute. "

Mrs. Zhang raised her eyebrows, looked displeased, and asked, "What?" "

The mule fell to his knees with a plop and said, "Master, this old ghost is my friend. I was originally a donkey, and occasionally I got a big chance to be a bad guy. In fact, he is still looked down upon by his colleagues. Only this old ghost waits for me and regards me as a confidant. If I kill him today, I will be ashamed. "

Mrs. Zhang said unhappily: "Mule, you must be clear that you are my puppet, and you must do everything I tell you to do." "

The mule bowed his head: "Yes, yes." "

The old ghost next to him shouted angrily: "Lao Tzu doesn't need you to intercede." Mule, you rebellious thing. "

Mrs. Zhang looked at the old ghost with a playful expression: "Since you two have a deep brotherly relationship, then, I will refine you into a puppet." "

The mule was overjoyed, knelt on the ground, and thanked him again and again.

The old ghost was still roaring: "Thank you. You're so happy to be a puppet, do you want to be shameless? "

Mrs. Zhang smiled slightly: "Old ghost, when you become a puppet and your thoughts are left and right for me, you won't think like this, so don't be impatient." "

Then, Mrs. Zhang flipped her wrist and put the old ghost's soul into the soul ring.

I looked at Mrs. Zhang's methods, and couldn't help but be happy: "Locked up the old ghost in a moment?" "

Mrs. Zhang shook her head: "He has been restrained by you." Otherwise, my soul ring can't help him. Now that we're running around, there's no way to turn him into a puppet, so let's let him stay in the soul ring for a while. "

Then, Mrs. Zhang pointed to the door: "Don't delay, let's go." "

A few of us pushed open the door and walked in slowly.

Outside, it seemed quiet and there seemed to be no sound, but as soon as I entered, I suddenly heard a wail, shouting, and slashing. With a strong smell of blood, it was deafening.

We were shocked, and when we looked behind us, the door was gone.

I anxiously asked the mule, "What's the matter?" What about the door? "

The mule's face was also a little wrong, and he said hesitantly: "It is rumored that the Infernal Hell will never be reborn, and all ghosts come here, and there is no entry or exit. In one day, he suffered from life and death thousands of times. These are all rumors, and I haven't been in it either. Now, is it possible that this door can only come in, not go out? "

I was amazed, and pondered the mule's words, hoping to find out what flaw would prove that this rumor was false.

Suddenly, my heart moved, and it seemed that something had come to mind. Then he asked the mule, "In one day, suffer a thousand times of life and death?" For ghosts, death is the dissolution of the soul, how can there be a thousand times? "

Before the mule could answer, Wushuang patted me on the shoulder: "You can understand it when you look there." "

I turned my head and saw a demon, half of his body crushed by a stone mill, and let out a heart-rending scream. Next to him, a red-haired imp was pushing the stone mill hard, intending to grind the demon beneath the stone mill into powder.

The evil ghost who was crushed was unwilling, holding an iron chain in his hand, tied to the neck of the red-haired imp who was grinding, and pulled him to death, intending to strangle him.

These two imps killed each other like this, without giving in.

A moment later, the demon was crushed to the point of having only one hand, which was still holding the chain.

The red-haired imp was starved by the chains, his crimson tongue was exposed, and his neck was about to be broken. But his hand was still pushing the stone mill hard.

Eventually, the demon beneath the stone mill completely turned into a pile of powder. And the red-haired imp who was grinding had his neck torn off by chains, and his head fell to the ground with a grunt.

Then I watched his body fumble and pick his head back, rubbing and rubbing, and the wound on his body was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, he had not fully recovered, when he was suddenly grabbed by another naked, muscular imp and pushed into the oil pot. He had barely let out a half-scream when he was blown up and scorched.

Look at the evil ghosts that were crushed into powder by the stone grinding, they actually slowly gathered and regained their shape. Then he didn't hang three-seven-twenty-one, grabbed the red-haired ghost who had just come out of the pot, and the naked little ghost who was guarding the oil pot, stuffed it under the stone mill, and happily pushed it up.

We watched from the sidelines dumbfounded: "Are they killing each other? Just dead and back to life? "

The mule nodded: "The people in the Infernal Hell are all the most vicious and evil people. It's also one of the most angry hells. These imps are killing each other all the time. While suffering yourself, you are also trying to make others suffer. Their souls do not die, and they must suffer here forever. "

I suddenly remembered the immortal I saw two days ago, and a glimmer of hope rose in my heart: "Is there an immortal who has come here to save them?" Can you escape with pious repentance? "

The mule actually showed a hint of surprise: "Immortals? "

I looked at him strangely, "Yes, I once saw immortals in the Hungry Hell. "

The mule shook his head: "Eighteen hells, Yin Cha has never been in charge of guarding the door, never entering. I have never met an immortal, and there are no rumors among the shadows. "