When the little monk saw this, he was so frightened that he stumbled and fell to the ground. Mu Ningjiu, who was in front, heard the movement and hurriedly went over to help. Shang Jin quickly grabbed his other hand, and the two of them lifted him up from the ground alive, dragging him several feet away before he could react.

Bai Wuchang raised his eyebrows, leaned over and said to Hei Wuchang:

"Look at that pair of little mandarin ducks! It's really rare to come to the underworld and take care of each other like this! It's a pity that there are two good skins, and they ...... at a young age" Hei Wuchang looked at it for a long time, turned his head and said suspiciously:

"There aren't many of these ghosts who have died like this, but why should I ...... to them? Not impressed? Bai Wuchang waved his hand and pursed his lips disapprehantly:

"No forgiveness, you are old, you can't remember the appearance of these little ghosts is purely normal, why are you so suspicious? Could it be that they are still the living souls who have mixed in? What are you kidding......" Fan Wuyu blinked, and also thought that Bai Wuchang Xie Bi'an was reasonable, then nodded, and said with a long sigh:

"You and I started working together since the Manzhu Sawa bloom on Huangquan Road, and now it is the third year of the flower, counting it, it has been three thousand years." Hearing this, Xie Bi'an waved his fingers and tilted his head to think:

"That's not right...... Why do I remember that this is the fourth millennium? I've experienced every time I go through the ups and downs, and it stands to reason that I can't be wrong......" He said as he spoke, as if remembering something, his face changed suddenly, and his face was paler than the cold iron knife face of the Yin soldier beside him. Fan Wuxi's eyebrows jumped, seeing the panic and seriousness that flashed in Xie Bi'an's eyes, he pursed his lips and said nothing, seeing that he didn't mean to speak, he patted him on the shoulder:

"It's okay, maybe I'm mistaken, let's go." Xie Bi'an's face softened slightly, and he nodded with a smile.

"Squeak and crunch" The ghosts stepped on the tattered wooden plank, looking at the Hades Hall suspended at the end of Huangquan Road, and the gloom and depression emanating from such a distance were silent.

After a few more steps, the planks under your feet disappeared and were replaced by a patchy yellow sand. A cold wind blew, and yellow sand flew all over the sky, blurring the vision. I don't know who exclaimed, and the ghosts wiped their blurred eyes, and saw the crimson manju sawa blooming on both sides, as if they were frozen in shape.

The clusters of fiery red, like the most beautiful color in my heart, bloomed all over the roadside of Huangquan. Although it is scorching, it seems to be more desperate and sad than black. Mu Ningjiu looked at it blankly, feeling inexplicably blocked in her heart, and the flower imprints on the other side behind her suddenly began to get hot, spreading to her limbs and bones, she tried her best to restrain the dizziness in her mind, but the sadness in her heart was like a seriously injured trapped beast, wantonly hitting her chest and surging up her throat. Shang Jin sensed that something was wrong with her and called in a low voice:

"Ah Jiu? What happened to you? Mu Ningjiu's voice trembled a little:

"Nothing...... It's just that when I suddenly saw this Manzhu Sahua, I felt strange and uncomfortable......" Before she could reflect it, her face was full of tears.

What's going on? She obviously came to Huangquan for the first time, why did she have such a strange feeling? Shang Jin stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around her waist and comforted her softly:

"I heard that hell has no light, and Manju Sawa is the only flower that can survive hell, and it represents the most desperate and dedicated love. Maybe in your past life, there are some unforgettable memories that will touch the scene. ”

Past...... Mu Ningjiu suddenly thought of the scene of living in modern times, and the fragments of his memory flew through quickly, but he didn't have the memory of being reincarnated in the underworld. Why can't she forget her previous life, did she not drink Meng Po soup? But why did you lose your memories of the underworld? She shook her head hard, no longer thinking about it.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and out of nowhere came a terrible cry, like a signal, which caused other terrible and sharp voices to shout one after another.

The ghost walking in front paused, timidly looked behind him, and did not dare to move forward. At this time, two figures, one black and one white, suddenly flew through the air, and a low and cold voice resounded throughout Huangquan:

"The lonely souls and wild ghosts in front of them listen to the order, the black and white are here, if there are those who stand in the way, they will be wiped out." As soon as the words ended, a very angry ghost rushed towards them.

The new ghosts only felt a sharp white light flash in front of their eyes, and then there was a sound of flying sand and gravel, and the shouting ghost had disappeared into the Manzhu Sawa bush. The remnant soul turned into a powder as fine as sand, sprinkled on the inverted lanceolate petals, and the flower on the other side trembled slightly, as if absorbing the last trace of energy of the remnant soul, becoming more bright red as blood.

With black and white demons opening the way ahead, the new ghosts suddenly gained confidence and took steps towards the Hades Palace, and after a while, they walked to the mysterious and majestic Hades Hall suspended in the air. Shang Jin caught a glimpse of the little monk beside them with a look of discouragement, poked him, and asked:

"This little master, I see that you have been a little distracted along the way, do you have any unfulfilled wishes before your death? You tell us, maybe we can help you. The little monk had a thin layer of mist in his clear eyes, looked at Shang Jin blankly, and stammered:

"You...... You are also ghosts, and you are about to go through reincarnation, such as ...... How can you help me? Mu Ningjiu blinked and said:

"Didn't the Buddha tell you that you can't judge a person just by appearances?" The little monk scratched his bare head and blushed his ears embarrassedly:

"The abbot has always said that I am stupid by nature, and it is difficult for me to understand the Buddhist road, and every day he tells me to sweep the floor and look at the door. The donor said......" He raised his head and carefully observed Mu Ningjiu's expression, and then nodded as if he wanted to convince himself:

"It should be...... Makes sense. Shang Jin sneered, feeling that this little monk was really stunned, so he touched his bald head and asked softly:

"What's your name?"

"Ink Conversion."

Shang Jin hooked his lips and asked:

"Mo Conversion, what are your unfulfilled wishes in life?"

The little monk's dark and shiny eyes flickered, and he said:

"I ...... Don't want to die. Mu Ningjiu was surprised to hear him say this, and said with a smile:

"Look at you now, the three souls and six spirits are scattered, and you have come to this Huangquan Road. If it weren't for the fact that the body is dead and the soul is scattered, how can you come here? Even if we are immortals, it is impossible to snatch people from the hands of Hades. ”

"Hmm......" Mo Jian glanced at his almost transparent body, a flash of disappointment flashed in his dark eyes, and muttered:

"yes."

"Why don't you want to die?" Shang Jin asked.

"Because...... Because I ......" He suddenly began to stutter, his fingers constantly twisting the clothes at his side, and his white little face turned red inch by inch. Seeing this, Mu Ningjiu's eyes flashed with curiosity, and then he hooked his lips and teased, as if he said inadvertently:

"Ah, Little Master Mo, should you be...... Which girl did you like to burn incense and worship the Buddha? ”

The little monk was taken aback by her bold conjecture, and hurriedly waved his hand to explain:

"How...... How can it be! Poor monks are monks, and these lovers can't touch it, they can't touch it...... Don't talk nonsense. The more anxiously he explained, the more he seemed to want to cover up, Shang Jin chuckled:

"How old are you? Do you know what it means to like? Hearing Shang Jin's contemptuous tone, the little monk suddenly frowned:

"Don't look at me as tall as you, but I'm already ......," he counted with his fingers for a moment, and then said confidently:

"Twenty years and two months! Do you know how to like it? So what do you tell me about it? ”

Shang Jin looked at the childlike young man in front of him in surprise, he didn't expect that he was only two years younger than himself, his eyes flashed with contemplation, and then he hooked his lips and replied:

"If I like someone, my mind will often flash her appearance, voice, and bits and pieces with her. If you dream about it in a dream, you will wake up feeling in a good mood. Love is that when you see her, you can't help but want to ...... Kiss her. Shang Jin turned his head, his phoenix eyes hooked Mu Ningjiu's gaze like a soul, and then he grabbed her waist and kissed her like a dragonfly.

"Yong...... Vulgar! No shame!! I don't like anyone......" The little monk blushed and yelled, snorting hurriedly, and turned his back.

Mu Ningjiu dotingly looked at Shang Jin's triumphant evil smile, patted him on the shoulder helplessly, and said:

"Don't tease him, people are thin-skinned, after you ridicule him like this, he can fry eggs when cooked."

Shang Jin secretly smiled:

"This kid's heart is written on his face, and he has to be hard-mouthed."

As soon as the words fell, only to hear a "boom", the stone door of the Hades Hall slowly moved open, and the cold voices of the black and white impermanence echoed in the entire dark space:

"The door of the temple has been opened, I advise everyone to accept the trial as soon as possible, don't wander around in the underworld, the sword has no eyes, you can't enter reincarnation when the time comes, reincarnate, don't blame us for not reminding you."

When all the ghosts heard this, their hearts were tight, and even those who had done something bad in their lives couldn't help but speed up their pace, after all, even if they were to be a stone in the next life, it would be better than being wiped out of the traces of their existence in the world.

Mu Ningjiu pinched Shang Jin's palm and whispered:

"Later, we will take advantage of the chaos, so we will quickly slip away with the tag, and there is only half of the time left." She looked at the six Hetian jades that had darkened on her wrist and frowned.

Shang Jin nodded, and in the next moment, he stepped into the main hall.

The light source of the underworld is limited, but it seems to be all used to illuminate the inner room of the Hades office. Clusters of dancing fires shimmered blue, just like they had seen in the psychedelic forest before, powerful beings capable of devouring the souls and the dead.

Black and white impermanence stood on both sides of the hall, overlooking the ghosts waiting to be pronounced below, and the coldness and contempt in their eyes seemed to see through them.

Shang Jin and Mu Ningjiu leaned over slightly, letting their every move out of the scope of black and white impermanence. Shang Jin glanced at the two small soldiers behind him, picked up a small pebble from the ground, and threw it towards the stone wall to the south.

The stone hit the wall with a crisp sound, and the two soldiers looked at the source of the sound together, Mu Ningjiu and Shang Jin took advantage of the situation to keep the tag on their wrists, and ran towards the door with the three big characters "Lechuan River" written behind them.