Fan Zhuoyuan's gaze became a little deeper, he snorted coldly, and kept his vigilance and walked towards the place where the voice came from.

But after walking for dozens of miles, he still did not reach his goal, which almost made him suspect that he had taken the wrong path.

But Fan Zhuoyuan's spiritual sense is very strong, he knows that this is impossible, and he also knows that the other party is testing himself, so he immediately sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"Confuse me with the method of spatial transformation, withered insect technique."

As he spoke, the qi fluctuated, and the space on the front was immediately torn apart!

He also mastered part of the power of the law of space, although it was not as powerful as Wei Yuan, but it was enough to use.

Fan Zhuoyuan walked through the torn space, and there was an invisible fluctuation in this ghost crying forest, as if some prohibition had been forcibly broken, and finally returned to its original state.

After Fan Zhuoyuan crossed the space, the scene in front of him made him stunned.

There is a dark pool of stagnant water in front of it, which cannot ripple, like a dark mirror, which makes people suspect that there seems to be some terrible existence in the water, which may fly out at any time and choose people to eat.

Behind the Black Water Mirror Lake, there are still a few withered trees growing indiscriminately, among which there is a very dilapidated courtyard house, with red walls and green tiles, but it is mottled with time, and it is in tatters like a haunted house that has been uninhabited for a long time.

There are two stone statues at the door of the house, but they are not stone lions in the world, but the head of the bull and the face of the horse, but the head of the ox is missing a horn, and the face of the horse is broken with an ear, all of which are dilapidated.

Two strings of lanterns hung on the eaves of the gatehouse, swaying in the wind, emitting a cold and dim light, making the darkness at the door even deeper.

Fan Zhuoyuan bypassed the mirror lake, and the door of the courtyard opened by itself.

"Please forgive me for not being careful when you visit."

Fan Zhuoyuan thought slightly, but still stepped in, but what he saw in front of him was a stone screen, and the picture carved on the screen seemed to be narrating a story.

He couldn't help but stop and take a closer look.

In the floating paintings, the most prominent thing is obviously a long river that meanders, and all stories seem to be told in the context of this long river.

The long river has no head or tail, I don't know where it comes from, and I don't know where it goes, which makes Fan Zhuoyuan think of Huangquan.

On the far left side of the float, where it should all begin, a goddess with a female silhouette casts a spell on the edge of a river in which a large number of women in bronze masks emerge.

Seeing this scene, the image of Meng Po first appeared in Fan Zhuoyuan's mind, which is to show that the origin of Meng Po was created by a certain god?

Immediately after that, the goddess followed the path of the river downstream, casting a spell and turning it into ten parts, each descending with a burly man wearing a heavenly hat.

If you didn't guess wrong, could this be the Ten Halls of Hades?

And the picture behind also proves Fan Zhuoyuan's conjecture, there is a bull head and horse face on one side of the long river, leading the long team through the Nai He bridges and being guided to the other side.

Then different people will be taken to different hells on the other side, and after all kinds of judgments, they will finally come to a well, and they will not know where to go when they are thrown into it.

In this picture, characters such as Hades, bull heads and horses, and judges are much larger than the ordinary ghosts in the team, and they are very easy to distinguish.

Seeing this, it is enough to show that the order and rules of the prefecture have been established, forming a unique management system.

Fan Zhuoyuan looked back at the original female god, and there was no need to think about it, it must be thick earth.

He couldn't help but think of the hellish coup that the boatman had mentioned to him, and went on.

Sure enough, as the boatman described, a monk came to visit, was arranged to the bottom of hell by the thick earth, and then joined forces with the outside Buddhism to set off a rebellion.

The process of the rebellion is described in great detail, and the thick soil has been sinking to the bottom of the Yellow Spring, and it is not known what she is doing.

Suddenly, one day he flew out of the Yellow Spring, but was ambushed by Jizo and the Buddhas.

The thick soil that had been badly damaged was finally swallowed by Jizo's pet Di Ting, and then suppressed by the Buddhas in the eighteen layers of hell with ten thousand methods, and it seemed as if it had been completely defeated.

"That's the end?"

Fan Zhuoyuan shook his head slightly, bypassed the stone wall and came to the courtyard.

There were a few people sitting leisurely in the courtyard, and the most conspicuous one was a man leaning on an easy chair and dressed in an ancient official mansion.

This man had a beard like a halberd, a dark complexion like iron, a leopard's head and eyes, and a burly figure, holding a fan in one hand and a book in the other, shaking an easy chair, and he didn't know what he was reading.

There was a young girl next to her, her face was gray and not like a living person, she called the man lying down as the eldest brother, very lively and happy, but the person was riding on the shoulder of a big ghost with a green face and fangs five meters high.

This vicious big ghost had a very high back, and he didn't care that there was a person sitting on his shoulder, staring at the three little ghosts chasing back and forth in front of him with two eyes.

The little ghost is like a miniature version of the big ghost, but it is only one meter and five meters tall, skinny as wood, and during the fight, he was accidentally caught by the big ghost and thrown into a huge mouth.

was chewed by the big ghost, and the flesh was swallowed with blood!

Fan Zhuoyuan was dumbfounded, and the bearded man and the girl on the shoulders of the big ghost didn't seem to care about this bloody scene.

Soon he knew the reason, and the next moment, the big ghost's huge beer belly was suddenly torn open from the inside, and the little ghost who had just been chewed and swallowed came out of it intact, and by the way, he sewed the big ghost's cracked abdomen, as if nothing had happened, and continued to play with the other little ghosts.

The burly man lying on the easy chair said, "This big one is a hungry ghost, and there is never a time to eat, and it is difficult to fill the cravings.

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So I found three clutch ghosts, and the three of them were both one and separate individuals. As long as the three are not destroyed at the same time, any one of the dead can be easily resurrected.

Those who are swallowed can be resurrected in the opponent's body immediately, and then easily drill out, separating and merging with the other two ghosts.

The strength of the Hungry Ghost will never be able to swallow three clutch ghosts at the same time, so they can play such a game forever, and there will never be a life-or-death victory or defeat to speak of. ”

Fan Zhuoyuan said: "You really have a bad taste. ”

The other party smiled: "I have been trapped here for decades, and I have to have fun with my little sister." Besides, I'm lazy, when I go out, the little ghost can help me carry the sedan chair, the big ghost can help take care of the little sister, and can scare away a lot of troublesome things, so although they are a little ugly, I am still willing to take them with me. ”

"Well, tell me, who are you, and what lured me here?"

The other party didn't hide it, and said very simply: "My name is Zhong Kui, you should have heard this name in the world, this is my little sister, and nothing else matters."

As for luring you here, it's because I received a notice from Meng Po. ”