Flags are hung on the ten-mile long street, and lonely ghosts cry and annoy.

Since Mu Ziyun regained consciousness, he walked on a foggy street. The gray stone walls on both sides were uneven and wrong, and he couldn't see it very clearly.

He couldn't lower his head, his neck seemed to be broken, he couldn't twist a penny, and he seemed to have lost his legs, and his body should be floating in the air.

He wasn't wandering aimlessly, for five or six paces away from her, a girl with a lantern was leading the way. From the back, the girl was strangely dressed and gloomy, and her pace was constant, and she had not changed her speed for a long time.

Mu Ziyun wanted to talk to her, but when she spoke, she felt a chill in her neck, as if blood was pouring out. Naturally, he couldn't make a sound, but the girl seemed to hear his call.

When the girl looked back, it turned out to be the cardamom years, but her appearance was very ugly, which made people sick to see, and she really didn't want to see her more.

But Mu Ziyun couldn't twist his neck, so he could only look at her, and couldn't help frowning.

The girl smiled crookedly, but there was no malice, turned her head, and continued to lead Mu Ziyun, and at the same time said: "You are a ghost who just came, don't be afraid, follow me." ”

"Ghosts?" Mu Ziyun thought to himself: "I actually died, I don't know if this is the underworld or the underworld, I should have died with resentment, could it be that I fell into the underworld and was tormented by endless resentment?" ”

The girl turned her back to him and said, "You are the beheaded ghost, poor fellow, and you will not be able to speak from now on, but what you think will still be known." If you want to ask for some favors, be a good ghost, and maybe get a chance to speak again. The girl turned around and continued, "Oh yes, don't move too much, your head is just on your neck now, and it will fall off if you don't care." ”

Fog Street is at the end, it is a long arch bridge, there is a gray-black wooden table placed at the head of the bridge, the material of the wooden table is made of the coffin of the emperor in the world - Gu ironwood, it is not the most precious wood in the world, but it is the best one that human beings can find, legend Gu ironwood has no roots and no leaves, buried in the ground can not rot for 10,000 years, born with a different fragrance, can expel any insects and beasts in the world, it is rumored that its most wonderful effect is to be able to appease the soul and cut off the resentment of the past life.

As soon as Mu Ziyun stood at the table, he consciously gave birth to his feet, and the three souls and seven spirits seemed to return to his body, and he was much more comfortable and refreshed all of a sudden. Look at the table again, and a gloomy woman appeared next to her, holding a thin-skinned notebook in her hand.

The mother-in-law asked the girl and said, "Little Sayu, you have attracted another ghost." ”

The girl walked to the table, took the notebook in the mother-in-law's hand, took the long pen next to her, dipped it in ink, wrote something on the notebook, and suddenly turned around and asked Mu Ziyun: "Guillotine ghost, do you have a name?" ”

Mu Ziyun said in his heart: "My name is Mu Ziyun, a native of Huzhou. ”

The girl heard what Mu Ziyun was thinking, and wrote neatly in the notebook: On a certain day, a certain month, which Sa Yu attracted a decapitated ghost named Mu Ziyun.

Mu Ziyun felt uncomfortable, he thought, "Where is this, but the underworld?" Or the hell of the underworld? Am I going to be reincarnated, or am I going to have a terrible sin in my life and I will be punished here for hundreds of years? ”

The woman heard what Mu Ziyun was thinking, and said: "This is called the country of ghosts, it is a country independent of the underworld, only ghosts can enter here, when you are alive, if you come here, what you see will not be what it is now." ”

"The Land of Demons... Tiangong Dou! Mu Ziyun was shocked: "Does this force actually have the ability to summon spirits?" Isn't it the same as the Hanging Tan Clan, I have become a puppet to be slaughtered by him? ”

"The troubles of the world will never pass away, the grievances of the world will stop in front of the bridge, come and come..."The mother-in-law grabbed Mu Ziyun's arm and said, "When I get rid of your resentment, you can cross the bridge and be a worry-free ghost from now on." ”

The mother-in-law touched and wiped on Mu Ziyun's arm, swept away a large piece of filth, and the mother-in-law said in a dull voice: "Yo, this decapitated ghost was killed well, he did a lot of evil, and his body was full of blood, I don't know how many creatures were slaughtered." ”

"Huh?" The girl pointed at Mu Ziyun in disbelief and annoyance, and said, "I see that you have a good face, and I also said that you are a bitter person, it turns out that you are a big thief, hum, kill well, die well!" ”

Mu Ziyun lowered his eyelids, his heart was full of sorrow, the woman touched Mu Ziyun's right shoulder, and after a few breaths, she was stunned, and hurriedly pulled off Mu Ziyun's clothes, and was suddenly stunned, trembling and trembling and said: "This... This... Yes..."

The girl stepped forward suspiciously, looked at Mu Ziyun's shoulder, and was suddenly shocked, covered her mouth and was stunned for a while, and then said after a long time: "This is a thousand generations contract, ah.... No wonder, there should have been no ghosts on the street today, but you came out of thin air, and I thought I had misremembered the day, so it was. ”

Mu Ziyun didn't know what was on his shoulder, and he couldn't lower his head, so he could only hurriedly ask in his heart, "What is that?" ”

The mother-in-law replied, "That is the contract that my lord made with you, have you forgotten?" ”

Mu Ziyun said in his heart: "Who is your master?" ”

"My lord is the god of the ghost country, the god who created this kingdom, and has been to the underworld for more than 600 years.

"Megumi?" Mu Ziyun thought to himself, "How can you be so familiar. Suddenly, a woman appeared in his mind, the woman was fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a colorful robe, scarlet lips and white face, holding a tattered umbrella with pink outside and white inside, he got up, it was a girl he met at the gate of the underworld during the battle with the beast king Utara, the girl did not have a trace of resentment, nor a trace of anger, it was with the power that the girl lent him, he was able to break the gate, he clearly remembered, that power is extremely powerful, if the god is strong, it is nothing more than that.

Mu Ziyunxin said: "It turned out to be her, hey, cause and effect are fateful, you helped me once, and after I died, I became your puppet, so it's okay." ”

"Great wicked, you may be able to live!" The girl said suddenly.

Mu Ziyun was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?" Am I not a ghost? ”

The mother-in-law said, "You are dead and beheaded, but you have made a pact with my lord that when you die, it will be the day you return to my lord." Of course, if you can fulfill my Lord's promise to you, you may have the opportunity to ask for my Lord's forgiveness. After all, the ghosts who first came here are not real ghosts, and our lord forcibly robbed them of their two souls and six souls in one breath before they died, so that they could die in the yang world without being detected by the underworld or the underworld, so you are actually a lonely wandering soul who has not died, if you send your soul back to your body..."

"I'll live! Is that right," Mu Ziyun asked eagerly.

The mother-in-law smiled gloomily and replied, "It's a pity... You can't, because... You have made a pact for a thousand lifetimes, and if you want to fulfill it, you will have to spend at least a thousand years by my Lord's side. At that time, the yang world has been vicissitudes, your bones have long disappeared, and your best ending is to be able to return to the order of reincarnation, but.... You'll probably stay in this ghost country, and alas, the ghosts here, the oldest, have been here for nine thousand years. ”