As the car continued to drive forward, the ghosts soon became less interested in my affairs, and stopped paying attention to me, and began to ask each other about their lives and the cause of their deaths.

At this time, these ghosts have not yet drunk Meng Po soup, so they still have a clear memory of the events of their lives. They speak one by one from the front to the back, as if they were introducing themselves, clearly and clearly. Later, it was the turn of that fake Zhang Ke, and I always wanted to know his identity, so I listened carefully.

Who knows, the fake Zhang Ke shook his head blankly and said, "I don't remember my background very well." ”

As soon as his words came out, they immediately caused a surprised reaction from the ghosts, and even the ghost driver looked back at him, and said worriedly: "Why don't you remember, will you be incomplete, if you are really incomplete, you will be finished, and you will not be able to enter the ghost gate." ”

The fake Zhang Ke immediately became scared, scratched his scalp with his hand and thought about it, suddenly looked at me, and asked: "I heard you call me Zhang Ke, do I really call Zhang Ke, do you know my background, can you please tell me?"

I didn't expect him to ask me this suddenly, I wasn't mentally prepared at all, and I didn't know anything about his background, so I couldn't talk about it, so I looked at him at a loss, and couldn't decide whether to tell him about the ghost I saw changing corpses.

At this time, the ghost driver suddenly shouted: "Everyone be quiet, and the ghost gate will be closed soon." ”

The ghosts immediately diverted their attention from the fake Zhang Ke and me, and looked ahead together, and I hurriedly followed over, and found that the soul greeting car had driven out of the white fog area and came to a wide valley, the valley was full of ghosts, and there was no end in sight to the black pressure, and I couldn't estimate how many there were. I guess the souls of the dead from all over the world must have gathered here.

There are two towering mountains more than 1,000 meters away in front of them, there is a deep canyon between the two mountains, and there is a dark stone tablet standing at the mouth of the valley, the stone tablet is at least hundreds of meters high, and there are three blood-red characters written vertically on it from top to bottom: Ghost Gate Pass.

This ghost gate is not only majestic and dangerous, but also cloudy and windy, and ghostly.

Our car, which had stopped, and I was not allowed to think about it, when a green-faced and fanged ghost jumped into the car with a three-strand steel fork in his hand, and yelled at us viciously: "Get out of the car and line up, follow me." ”

The ghost was so scary that I didn't dare to take a second look after just one look, let alone get out of the car. The other ghosts had already jumped out of the car and obediently lined up. There were only fake Zhang Ke and me left in the car.

The ghost almost floated over like a gust of wind, raised the steel fork in his hand, and yelled at us, "Don't get out of the car yet." ”

Fake Zhang Ke and I had to obediently jump out of the car and be driven forward by the ghost. Along the way, I saw a lot of identical ghosts, all of them wielding steel forks viciously to command the ghosts in the valley, and there were still young ghosts who were driven out, all crying and screaming, very miserable. It is estimated that they are the ghosts in question as the ghost driver said, and they will not be driven out of the customs clearance.

My heart was pounding, I was so nervous that I couldn't tell if it was fear or what. It's like the brain is short-circuited, I don't know what to think, I feel like I've really become a ghost, and I mechanically follow those real ghosts who are driven forward by ghosts.

There was a big house in Taniguchi, which looked like a train station, and I followed them into the house in a daze. There is a relatively ** passage every ten meters, there are ghosts neatly lined up in the passage, and at the end of the front there is a table, and a device similar to the security check, a ghost who looks like a tent man sits in front of the table, and he flips through a roster like a booklet, and next to him stands two fierce ghosts like the same as us, checking the ghosts in the queue one by one.

I was standing behind the ghosts who came in the same car as us, and I was standing behind the fake Zhang Ke, and behind me were other ghosts who didn't know where to pick them up.

The inspection went very quickly, and the other ghosts in our carload passed the inspection smoothly, received the ghost card, and happily walked to the back room under the command of a ghost.

It was the turn of the fake Zhang Ke, and the ghost guarding the security equipment almost carried the somewhat ignorant fake Zhang Ke over like a chicken, and yelled: "It's your turn, be faster, what are you doing?"

The ghost like Mr. Tent flipped through the roster, looked for a while before he raised his head to look at the fake Zhang Ke, and said, "Fang Kedong, you died three years ago, why did you come to report now?"

I finally found out that this person's real name was Fang Kedong, and he died three years ago.

The ghost on the left side of the bookkeeper asked, "What should I do then?"

The ghost like Mr. Ledger crossed out the name of Ke Dong on the roster with the cinnabar pen in his hand, and said expressionlessly: "Take it down first to find out what's going on." ”

As soon as his words fell, the ghost who had caught Fang Kedong suddenly said sharply: "No need to check, his soul is not complete, and he can't pass the test." ”

As the ghost spoke, he kicked Fang Kedong away, and Fang Kedong was kicked straight out by it, flying at least ten meters before falling heavily to the ground. Immediately, another ghost ran over and picked him up, and rushed out without saying anything.

I was looking at Fang Kedong, and suddenly I heard the bookkeeper call my name, so I didn't care about Fang Kedong, and hurriedly turned my head and looked at him in fear.

The ghost who looked like Mr. Tent looked at me and said, "Lin Han, your longevity is not over, why are you here?"

I hurriedly said, "I got on the Soul Greeting Car by mistake to get here." ”

The ghost who looked like Mr. Tent said to the ghost who kicked Fang Fang Dong just now: "He has not reached the end of his life, you can send him back to the yang world." ”

The ghost almost reluctantly agreed, and yelled at me viciously, "Come with me." ”

When I heard that I was going to be sent back to the sun, I was overjoyed, and I hurriedly followed the ghost out. Along the way, I didn't forget to look at Fang Kedong's figure to see how he was.

The ghost took me all the way out, until I walked outside the valley, there were many problem ghosts outside who were being driven away by the fierce ghosts, and I looked at it, and estimated that there were many thousand.

I didn't know where they were going, and I watched sympathetically at the ghosts crying and refusing to leave, as I continued to look for Fang Kedong's figure. Finally, I saw Fang Kedong among the exorcised ghosts.

Fang Kedong looked exactly the same as Zhang Ke at this time, and seeing him end up like this, I felt very uncomfortable, but I couldn't help him.

I was feeling sad when the onicha who was leading me out suddenly said to me coldly, "Go back by yourself." ”

I was taken aback and hurriedly said, "But I don't know how to go back."

The ghost sneered and said, "That's your own business, I don't care." ”

It seems that this ghost is not responsible at all, and is going to leave me here. I was in a hurry, and hurriedly protested: "Didn't that Onicha-sama just now ask you to send me back to the Yang Realm, how can you throw me here?"

The ghost glared at me fiercely, and struck me twice with the steel fork in his hand, so frightened that I hurriedly retreated, and did not dare to reason with him again. Like a gust of wind, he disappeared all at once.

I stood there, listening to the miserable cries of the spirits who had been cast out, and I felt the urge to cry