But I have another doubt, it seems that the city is not far from the Nai He Bridge, we sat for seven stops, sensely, that is, more than 20 minutes, and the frequency of the subway station.

Why did Wu Cao's subordinate Wan'er say that it would take so long to go to the capital city to report to Lord Yama, and it would take so long?

Either that, Wu Cao is deliberately delaying time to show the difficulty of this matter.

Either that, there was a problem with my perception of "time", and I walked seven stations, not twenty minutes, but a long, long time, because if it corresponds to the geography of the Yang Realm, these seven stations are more than a thousand kilometers!

It feels like the latter is more likely.

The closer I got to the city, the weaker the fog in the air, and when I got to the tall city gate, the fog had completely disappeared, not only that, but when I looked back, the location I came to was no longer lost, and the place I walked through became incomparably large, not about a kilometer at all, if you had to calculate a kilometer, a kilometer away, it was not a station, and there were no railroad tracks, but a grassland in Pingchuan.

On the grassland, there is occasionally a huge tree standing alone, I don't know what species, I feel that each tree is more than 100 meters high.

It felt like they weren't trees in the simple sense of the word, but scout posts, like the signal tower outside the Villa of the Gazette Headquarters.

"Brother, why did you turn back?" Bingbing tugged at the corner of my clothes, "I heard the old man at home say that you can't turn back on the road to the underworld!"

"I really can't," I laughed, "because when you turn around, you won't be able to find the way you came, and I don't believe you can see."

"What do you mean?" Bingbing asked.

I seem to understand a little bit that the fog is a kind of "carrier" between the underworld and the yang world, and in this carrier, there is no concept of time and space, or in other words, the concept of time and space is different from the two worlds.

I'm not too subtle in physics, and I feel that Einstein's theory of relativity should be able to explain this phenomenon.

Bingbing still didn't dare to look back, and whispered, "Those two city guards are watching us."

I turned my head, looked up, and looked at the city gate tower that was high into the triumphal arch, with three big characters written on it, "Xudu City", on the city gate tower, there were a lot of Yin soldiers wearing armor, they really used cold weapons, all white tassel guns, but the armor on their heads was different from the ancient Yanxia dynasties, but it was somewhat similar to the kind of helmet that won the country in World War II, and it was a little nondescript when matched.

Although the city gate tower is large, but there are many floors above, all of them are windows, arrow towers, and the city gate opened below is not big, it is about three meters high, and the two soldiers guarding the gate are also dressed in the same way as the Yin soldiers above.

I didn't say anything, I pulled Bingbing into the city gate, inside was a long culvert, and the height of the city gate was the same, that is to say, this city gate tower was not a wall-like decoration, but a real building, about thirty meters high, and about thirty meters thick.

Bingbing and I were about to cross the culvert when we heard the soldiers behind us shouting, "My lord! Two adults! Stop!"

I thought my identity was exposed, and subconsciously clenched the mourning stick in my hand, and turned my head to stare at the Yin soldiers defending the city. c

"Lord Wu, there is an order to go to the peak, please two of you quickly climb the city tower!" Yin Bing arched his hand.

It seems that he knows me, or rather, someone has explained to him, and two Bai Wuchang will come in, one of whom is surnamed Wu.

I sighed, the Yin Cha Mansion and their Yin soldiers, no matter how you say it, they are all in the same group, just like the Yan Xia Jun team and *** Ya, they are all coffin institutions.

After crossing the culvert, I saw a man dressed as Jiang Jun on the steps of the city wall next to me, who was pulling off his clothes, running down in small steps, and arching his hand, "Excuse me, which one is Lord Wu!"

"I am." I said, isn't it obvious, a man and a woman, even if they are wearing the same couple's outfit.

"Lord Wu, please follow me upstairs!" Jiang Jun raised a hand, and I shifted, the inside of his forearm, which was not covered by armor, revealing the cloth clothes inside, and the clothes were loose to the extreme, as if there was only one arm bone inside, no flesh, could it be a skeleton?

No matter, this is the underworld, there are too many ghosts with different deaths, and the ghosts of the underworld basically maintain the final form of the corpse.

"Then what should I do, brother?" Bingbing asked anxiously.

"This is my sister." I explained.

Jiang Jungui nodded: "Two, please."