"Let me in!"

The group of ghosts roared and crowded into the house, and soon twenty or thirty ghosts squeezed in, and the originally narrow space in the house was suddenly occupied.

More and more ghosts began to rush into the house until there was no more space left in the house, but the ghosts still crowded the doorway.

I looked at the room full of more than thirty ghosts, and the group of ghosts outside the door, and wondered where the Golden Feather Chicken King had gone?

At this time, a burst of screams sounded from the far end of the passage, and it seemed that the chicken king finally caught up.

The ghosts outside the door roared even more frantically, and life and death were separated by this small door, and they crowded even more frantically. The ghosts in the house were naturally reluctant to let them in again, and they wished to use the lives of these ghosts outside to delay the footsteps of the chicken king.

"Get out of the way!"

A familiar voice sounded, and after two slashes, the heads of the two ghosts at the door rolled down, and it was the head of the pawn.

He didn't know where to retrieve the serrated knife and slashed into the doorway.

I was stunned, as a yin priest, does he also want to go to the yang world.

As soon as the pawn moved his knife, even if the surrounding ghosts were crowded, they didn't dare not give way, and soon the pawn grew to my side.

He looked at me, his eyes conveying a clear intention, he wanted to arrest me back.

I pointed out the door, "Captain, it's not impossible for you to arrest me back, we have to deal with that monster first!" Since I am your prisoner, you must keep me safe. ”

The pawn thought for a moment, turned around, and what he didn't expect was that he was actually holding a knife in front of me.

The footsteps of the big golden rooster are getting closer and closer, and the ghosts outside the door fall down one by one, and they refuse to retreat half a step even if they die.

I asked Xiang Ma Youshan, "When will this elevator go up?" ”

Ma Youshan replied in a low voice to me, "The person who entrusted me said that this elevator can only take ten people, and one more person or one less person can't do it!" Ten people are enough, and the elevator climbs immediately. ”

I roughly counted, and there were more than thirty people in the room at this time, which was too much more than ten.

After a while, the ghosts crowded outside the hut were all bitten to death by the chicken king, and this behemoth appeared in my sight again, and the strange thing is that the chicken king at this moment seems to have become a little larger than before.

However, at this time, the chicken king looked a little embarrassed, his tail was completely burned, and a few bare feathers that had not been burned were exposed.

The chicken king raised his neck, threw the last ghost at the door of the house out, grunted, swallowed the ghost's eyeballs, and then swept the room with its two shining gazes, and finally stopped on me, I know, it hates me to death.

I pinched the golden lock and was about to catch up, but the pawn commander couldn't help but say something and raised his hand to stop me.

The Rooster King glared at me for a long time, raised his big claws and swept over several ghosts in front of him, and stepped in.

With each step, it would knock over with its body, or peck it to death with its sharp beak, or sweep down the ghosts that stood in its way with its wings, and after only a few moments, more than half of the ghosts in the room near the outer end of the room were already dead and wounded.

In front of me and the King of Chickens, there is only one pawn left.

I don't know if he is stubborn or stupid. At this moment, he still stood in front of me, pointing his incomparably sluggish serrated knife at the King of Chickens.

At this time, I felt a shaking under my feet, and my brain was a little dizzy, as if the elevator was about to start rising.

I looked inside the house, counting the chicken king, and sure enough, there were only ten people in the house.

Among them, Liang Sancheng and the old ghost were right next to me, and they seemed to have become good friends, snuggling up to each other and staring at the chicken king and trembling at the same time.

In addition to me, the pawn chief, and the chicken king, there are five ghosts left.

Among them was a starving ghost who had tried to bite me to death, and there were two male ghosts with similar appearances, who were supposed to be twins, and an old female ghost with gray hair and dressed in ancient clothes, and a little boy who was only seven or eight years old, who held the old woman's hand tightly, and it seemed that they were a pair of grandchildren.

The roar in my ears kept coming, and I could clearly feel the room rising.

I thought that the Golden Feather Chicken King would attack the pawn commander in an extremely domineering manner, but I didn't expect that as the elevator began to climb, the Chicken King screamed in panic, and its body began to sway left and right, and its head swayed back and forth.

I looked at it and started laughing.

It turned out that this majestic Golden Feather Chicken King didn't even have a sense of balance.

That way, at least we were safe for the time being, and the pawn inserted his knife back, staring blankly at the wall of the room, and let out a sigh.

"I didn't expect that the rumored elevator in the wasteland actually made me take it once in my lifetime, but where should I go?"

Ma Youshan, who was huddled in the corner, said quietly, "Maybe you can go to your relative's house and have a look." ”

When the pawn heard Ma Youshan's words, his body froze and muttered to himself.

"Loved ones? It's been more than 500 years since I died, and future generations don't know how many generations I have continued. Where is there a home? He sighed sadly.

"Look at these," Ma Youshan trembled his hands, reached into his arms, and took out a thick stack of letters, "These are the letters entrusted to me by the jailers of the Knife and Saw Hell to bring to the descendants of my relatives, some of them have died even a thousand years ago, and they still can't let go of their descendants and hometown." ”

Looking at the thick stack of letters like books, I had mixed feelings in my heart, and a sense of mission was inexplicably born in my heart.

I somewhat understand why Liang Sancheng said that soon after Ma Youshan arrived in hell, he quickly got involved with the jailer through his identity, mixed up with a small position, and then coaxed many prison ghosts to escape with him.

Reading these letters, I fully understood that even thousands of years after our death, our postman's identity is still a position for these jailers to express their thoughts and hearts.

Probably, this is the Huangquan Postman, we will be like magic, through our identity and ability, so that people and ghosts separated by yin and yang, even if they have been separated from each other for thousands of years, can recreate connections and create miracles in the earthly world.

In addition to the loss of his arms, Ma Youshan's vest was scratched fiercely when he was stepped on by the King of Chickens, and the wound was deep into the internal organs.

I hurried to his side in two or three steps, took off my coat, tore it into rags, and wrapped it around his wounds.

"He Ziwu," Ma Youshan grabbed my hand, his eyes a little erratic, "I am a living person and I don't want to die in the underworld." ”

I was a little uncomfortable, if it wasn't for the persecution, in order to find me and get back the ghost lock, he wouldn't have fallen to this point.

I couldn't do anything other than bandage his wounds, so I could only comfort him over and over again.

"Hold on, we'll go home, we'll be there."