The black prison is in the underworld, it can be said that it is the most turbulent place in the entire underworld, for no other reason, the so-called newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, just came, has not been taught how to be a ghost, full of enthusiasm to reborn and rise of new ghosts, there are really a lot.

picking quarrels and provoking trouble, fighting and brawling, forming gangs...... These prison ghosts are also used to seeing them.

You can do whatever you want, in the eyes of the prison ghosts, this is just a group of rookies pecking at each other, and it doesn't make much news.

If you really want to make any big news, it's not too late to make a move.

The new ghosts that are sent here every day, not tens of thousands, but thousands, even if there are really two or three accidents and unfortunately hang up, I believe that no one will want to dig deeper, for such a few inconspicuous guys, it is really not worth wasting time.

Bang!

Chen Ye was completely tired of this lifeless place, he didn't say any hello, he directly raised his hand, fell, and then broke a big hole on the city gate more than ten meters high, kicking up huge smoke and dust.

"What do you two guys want to do? You dare to trespass into the black prison, I think you are tired of living!" Obviously, Chen Ye's actions have made the ghost cha firmly believe that Chen Ye and Xue Ning are pure to find trouble.

"Stop, stand back, I'll say the last ......"

If persuasion fails, the ghost can only move the real thing.

It's just that before the ghost cha finished speaking, Chen Ye directly took out Bai Wuchang Xie Bi'an's mourning stick, smashed it down, and knocked him to death.

"How could Lord Bai's magic weapon end up in this person's hands?" said a ghost.

"This guy, should you ...... Lord Bai" choked up, his face was frightened, and he didn't dare to continue talking.

"Nonsense!Lord Bai, Lord Hei, they have profound mana, how could they be killed by such a guy?" said a ghost angrily.

It seems that Xie Bi'an and Fan Wusu are two ghosts in this underworld ghost industry, and they seem to be quite prestigious.

'That's easy to do!'

Start copying!

Chen Ye casually directly copied the two ghost talents of Bai Wuchang Xie Bi'an and Black Impermanence Fan Wusheng.

Seeing the two of them, the ghosts didn't have time to think, and hurriedly bowed: "I've seen the white master, the black master." ”

"Let me ask you, are there the souls of Sun Tai and Hua Mulan in this black prison?" Xie Bi'an asked under Chen Ye's instructions.

"Back to Bai Ye, the ghosts of these two people were taken to Nai He Bridge by the two adults of Niutou and Horse Noodles three hours ago, and they were reincarnated. The leader of the ghost almost didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly responded.

There are no other advantages, it is a good memory, and every day thousands of lonely souls and wild ghosts enter this black prison, he can remember the name.

What a bridge?

Reincarnation?

Not good!

Chen Ye felt bad, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait, where are you going!" the ghost messenger opened his mouth to stop Chen Ye, everything is one thing, the account that should be calculated still has to be calculated.

Chen Ye didn't plan to pay attention to those ghosts at all.

"Hey!" the ghosts were not happy.

This is too much to look down on ghosts.

picked up the mourning stick in his hand, and planned to catch up.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

"Ah......h

There was a fight, accompanied by screams, and you don't have to think about it to know what will happen to these guys.

Whoever gets in the way must die!

The remaining ghosts who were less timid and more cautious in dealing with the world, saw the situation, and they were cowardly at that time, and they didn't dare to act rashly.

They are not fools, they will not be able to see that the white impermanence Xie Bi'an, the black impermanence Fan is helpless, and it is clear that they are in the same group as Chen Ye and the two of them.

Looking for Chen Ye is equivalent to looking for death, the example is already there, there is no room for questioning, and no ghost dares to try again.

This mourning stick was knocked down with a stick, it was not a joke, the body and spirit were destroyed, and the emperor and Lao Tzu could not save it.

In the underworld, there is a river called the Lechuan River, which is divided by the Lechuan River between Huangquan Road and Hades.

The water of the Lechuan River is blood-yellow, and it is full of lonely souls and wild ghosts that cannot be reincarnated, full of insects and snakes, and the fishy wind blows in the face.

And on the Lechuan River, there is a bridge called Nai He Bridge, and there is an old woman sitting next to the Nai He Bridge, her name is Meng Po.

If you want to cross the Lechuan River, you must cross the Nai He Bridge, and if you want to cross the Nai He Bridge, you must drink Meng Po soup, and if you don't drink Meng Po soup, you will cross the Helpless Bridge, and if you cross the Helpless Bridge, you will not be reincarnated.

This is a mythical story that Chen Ye is familiar with, but I don't know if this real setting is as in the legend.

When I came to the bank of the river, I looked down, under the cliff wall hundreds of meters high, the river was unusually calm, without a trace of waves, countless corpses and bones, floating on it, ghosts screaming, crying constantly.

Those who are not mentally strong will inevitably be affected by it and feel depressed.

Xue Ning's small mouth opened and closed, and Chen Ye knew that she was chanting a spell to prevent herself from falling into it.

Although his mind is a little weaker, fortunately, there are means to make up for it, and there is no need for Chen Ye to worry too much.

"Eh, what do you two want to do, you two have to line up if you want to be reincarnated, you know?" a young ghost opened his mouth to stop Chen Ye.

This team has already been discharged from the bridge, and at a glance, how can you know the end?

This has to wait until the Year of the Monkey to get the first ......

"Eh, you don't understand the nonsense, do you?" Seeing that Chen Ye didn't mean to stop, the young man stretched out his hand to grab him.

But at this moment, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wusu arrived.

"That's it!"

The mourning stick in his hand fell directly, but fortunately Chen Ye spoke in time.

"He who does not know is not guilty. "Chen Ye is not the kind of person who is quite unreasonable, he is reasonable, it is not wrong for young ghosts to do this.

The young ghost was so frightened that he sat on the ground, looking up at the mourning stick that was only a few centimeters away from him, and his soul didn't know where it was about to go.

The two ghosts of black and white impermanence, there is no one who does not know each other in the present.

Chen Ye said that they would stop when they stopped, but you can imagine how big this guy's background is.

To be honest, without Chen Ye opening his mouth, the group took the initiative to avoid getting out of the way and make room for Chen Ye to open up a road to Meng Po.

That is, with a good heart, Chen Ye naturally had no reason to refuse, and under the eyes of all the ghosts, he boarded the bridge and saw Meng Po.

This Meng Po, to be honest, is very different from the Meng Po in Chen Ye's impression.

The Meng Po in Chen Ye's impression was a little old lady, with a wrinkled face, bent waist, and trembling even when she walked.

However, the fact in front of Chen Ye was that he had eight heads and long silver-white hair, which was combed extremely delicately, and was decorated with a jade hairpin.

Although she was wearing a veil, she could not hide the girl's face, and between her forehead, there was a red flower, and the size of her breasts was also magnificent and amazing, and the deep ravine, which made people's eyes uncontrollably pay attention to a few more glances.

How can this be worthy of the word 'mother'?

However, when he thought of what he had seen and heard in Elysium City before, Chen Ye was not puzzled at all, perhaps, people were just wearing a good-looking skin?

Who stipulates that if you are a ghost, you can't have a love of beauty?

(End of chapter)