Yin and Yang Road, black and white, you can't see the end at a glance.

Wang Lung was dragged step by step by the bull head with chains, his mood was very low, for death, he felt that he saw it very lightly, but when death really came to him, he began to panic, helpless, helpless, reluctant, all emotions came to his heart, every step he took, Wang Lung would look back, he really wanted to go home, even if he didn't go to practice, live his life in peace, is there still that possibility?

Wang Lung was not in a high mood, and followed behind the bull-headed horse face in a daze, he didn't know how long he had walked on the road, and he really wanted to go on like this, never reach the so-called Hades Palace, hoping that the bull-headed horse would get lost and send him back.

"Brother Ma, Brother Niu, why did your two brothers go on a trip in person today?" A complimented word pulled Wang Lung's thoughts back.

Ma Mian ignored the little ghost, he never said much, he always had a cold stinky face, and he looked very poor, but Niu Mian was just the opposite, along the way, he was the one who talked to Wang Lung the most, and all the ghosts of Ma Mian knew the situation, so he naturally wouldn't mind.

Niu Tou smiled and said to the ghost soldier who asked: "Stinky boy, guard your door well, don't ask about everything." ”

"Hehe, Brother Niu's lesson is that this ghost gate has existed for I don't know how many years, and there has never been an accident, there are your brothers and sisters guarding and that blind kid to cause trouble, do you say yes?"

Thousands of wears and doesn't wear sycophants, the ghost pawn never forgets to compliment while talking, although he knows that this is a sycophant, but the bull head is still very useful, and he didn't talk to the ghost pawn anymore, reached out and patted the other party's shoulder, and pulled the chain and walked directly to the ghost door in front of him.

The ghost gate is closed, and Wang Lung comes to hell for the first time. He had only heard of this place, but now he saw it for the first time, and found that it was not at all what he imagined, the ghost gate was closed, only a huge black stone towered in front of him, and the black stone was a hundred meters high. The extension distance is not in sight.

Just when Wang Lung was wondering how to pass the Ghost Gate, Niu Tou Ma Mian ignored the boulder in front of him and walked through directly.

When Wang Lung passed through the so-called Ghost Gate, he looked back suspiciously, only to find that the Ghost Gate Pass was fundamentally different before and after, a huge mountain gate towered behind him, and there were three huge black characters on the mountain gate: Ghost Gate Pass.

From the outside, the Ghost Gate Pass is a boulder, which can be seen from the inside. It's like a city wall, there is only one door on the city wall, this is the so-called ghost gate, not to see it with his own eyes, Wang Lung can't believe it, if he comes by himself, it is estimated that he can't even find where the ghost gate is.

Without looking closely, the chain in the bull's hand dragged Wang Lung and continued to walk.

After the ghost gate was closed, it was another avenue. This road is no longer black and white like the yin and yang road, and the earthy yellow road surface does not have a trace of dust. The roadside was full of flowers, crimson flowers bloomed wantonly, as far as the eye could see, there was only a yellow dirt road and it reflected each other, and the flowers were all over the mountains and there was no end in sight, but not a single green leaf grew.

Flowers on the other side. This kind of flower is actually everywhere in hell, then this road should be Huangquan Road if you guess correctly, Wang Lung raised his eyes and looked ahead, it was as long as the Yin and Yang Road, he didn't know what would be after the Huangquan Road.

Follow the bull's head and the horse's face all the way. After passing through the Ghost Gate, Wang Lung was in a slightly better mood, and he began to accept the fact that he was dead, and there was no scenery on the Huangquan Road, only the endless Loess Road and the flowers on the other side at a glance.

Following the bull head, Wang Lung had been thinking about a problem, because he hadn't seen any other ghosts except for the three of them along the way, and he hadn't even seen another ghost pawn who had just slapped his ass.

Wang Lung didn't ask, just observed all the way.

Although Huangquan Road seems to have no end, there is still an end after all, and when a black line appears in the eye, Huangquan Road and the flowers on the other side seem to be cut off alive.

As the black line got closer and closer, Wang Lung finally saw that it was a river, and there was a bridge at the end of Huangquan Road that spanned the entire river.

Lechuan River, Nai He Bridge, as in his memory, Wang Lung wanted to take a closer look, but the footsteps of the bull head and horse face did not stop for a moment.

However, the bridge is not long, less than ten steps later, Wang Lung and the three of them walked to the other side of the river, when they walked down the bridge, the scene in front of Wang Lung changed, and what he saw on the bridge just now was completely different.

Ghost pawns, ghosts, gray space, without any decoration, the bitter cold wind blows, like a knife cutting the flesh of the body, ghosts have no body, they are just souls, although they are human forms, but none of them can touch the ground on their toes, except for those ghosts and ghosts in hell.

Wang Lung and Niu Tou Ma Mian did not stop after crossing the Nai He Bridge, but walked straight forward along a long line, including Wang Lung, and the destination of the other ghosts and ghost pawns was only one direction, and that was an earthen platform.

The earthen platform is not very high, but it is very wide, there are three rows of people above the earthen platform, the middle row is a ghost, both sides are ghosts, the ghosts in the middle are communicating with each other, and the ghosts are looking up into the distance, crying, angry, unwilling, roaring, all kinds of emotions are undoubtedly expressed in the ghosts.

Wang Lung was still puzzled, and he vaguely guessed the name of the earthen platform.

Wangxiangtai is the only place where you can take another look at your relatives in your hometown after death.

"Go over there, take a look, we have to continue on our way, don't waste time. This time it was Ma Mian who spoke, and he stretched out his hand to Wang Lung to point out a place.

Wang Lung didn't speak, nodded and walked in the direction that Ma Mian was pointing.

Bamboo Sea, from childhood to adulthood, where Wang Lung lived, that bamboo house, that bamboo forest, that mountain, most of Wang Lung's memories in his life are there.

The old ghost was lying on the bamboo chair with his eyes closed, and Qing'er was squatting next to him to store water for him, and there was a shadow flying in the open space, it was Xue Jiao, the three most important people in Wang Lung's life, all appeared in front of him.

The tears couldn't be stopped, and Wang Lung wanted to reach out and touch it, but unfortunately he couldn't touch it.

The old ghost, who raised Wang Lung to grow up, never respected each other verbally, but Wang Lung respected the old ghost as his elder, that was in his heart, no matter what Wang Lung did, no matter what Wang Lung thought, no one could replace the position of the old ghost.

Qing'er, since she was a child, followed Wang Lung like a fart. Wang Lung and the old ghost's opinions Qing'er always carried out faithfully, without the slightest complaint, intimate, loving, in Wang Lung's heart, Qing'er is not just his sister. is the most important woman in his heart.

Xue Jiao, a little pepper-like character, sometimes gentle like water, sometimes shrewd and hot, there are Xue Jiao's days that make Wang Lung addicted, Xue Jiao is the spice of his life, without Xue Jiao Wang Lung will feel that his life lacks fun, before his death, Wang Lung knew that he might like Xue Jiao. But it has never really been revealed, and now, Wang Lung knows that it is love, which is the same as Xu Tian's situation when Buya died.

Three important people appeared in front of Wang Lung at the same time, and Wang Lung could only watch from a distance, tears and wipes, and his heart ached.

"Alright. Let's go. A ruthless voice sounded in Wang Lung's head, and Ma Mian didn't give Wang Lung too much time.

After being woken up by the horse's face. Wang Lung looked into the distance again, Zhuhai, the old ghost, Xue Jiao, and Qing'er were all gone, and they were still gray. Such a beautiful picture came to an end, and Wang Lung's unwilling fingers wanted to ask, but before he could speak, the chain in the bull's hand was pulled fiercely.

"Ah......h

The chain around the neck is not only a shackle, but also a whip that binds the soul. As soon as he was pulled by the bull's head, Wang Lung felt his whole body tingle as if it was being burned.

Reluctantly, he looked back at Wangxiangtai again, and Wang Lung could no longer see everything just now.

After walking through the lookout platform, there is a pavilion on the left-hand side, and there is a long queue of ghosts in order, and there are three ghost pawns and a rickety old woman standing in the pavilion.

Wang Lung couldn't see Meng Po's appearance clearly, but he saw the water bowl in front of Meng Po, if he remembered correctly, the bowl should be Meng Po soup, because all the people who had drunk Meng Po soup had dull expressions, and they were escorted away by the ghosts, where did those ghosts go?

Wang Lung didn't know if everything he saw was the same as what he remembered, but he felt very familiar, and it didn't take long for the figures of Meng Po and the others to disappear into Wang Lung's eyes, and he had been taken into a large hall.

Before entering the main hall, Wang Long's head turned to Meng Po, he didn't know the name of the hall, the inside and outside of the hall were completely different, an oil lamp was hanging on the wall, there was no color illuminated by the oil lamp, the blue light filled the entire hall, the murals on the wall were all kinds of torture scenes, Wang Lung counted them one by one, exactly eighteen.

"My lord, Wang Lung brought it. Ma Mian said respectfully to the cases directly above the main hall.

Wang Lung followed the horse's gaze and looked fixedly, there was no one on the case, and the pattern on the back turned out to be a demon beast.

What is going on? How could there be a pattern of a demon beast carved in the main hall of this netherworld mansion, with a human body and a snake tail, arms outstretched, and eyes shining with red light, who is this demon beast? Wang Lung couldn't figure out, he was in the middle of his contemplation, and a figure suddenly appeared above several cases.

With a leopard's head and ringed eyes, an iron face and sideburns, a strange appearance, and a black crown on his head, this face looks more like the legendary Zhong Kui.

There was another one in the middle, but slightly smaller than the one in the middle, and there was also a person sitting on it, bald, with a pointed nose, barbed eyes, a beard, and a bloody mouth.

And there are two people standing on the other side of the middle case, one is dressed in white clothes and white hair and white hat, and the other is in black clothes and black hair and black hat, this should be the legendary black and white impermanence.

In addition to these few people, there are several other ghosts, Wang Lung does not know their identities for the time being, but Wang Lung doesn't care, he is just a ghost, and he has no power to resist in this underworld.

"Lord Yama!" the ghost officials bowed and saluted to the person in the middle of the case.

"Hmm!" Lord Yama's expression was cold, he sat down calmly in the middle, raised his eyes and glanced at Wang Lung and asked, "Who is down there?"

Hearing Lord Yan's question, Wang Lung just wanted to reply, but the horse next to him directly kicked Wang Lung's knee, and Wang Lung knelt on the ground.

"Lord Yama, this is Wang Long, Yang Shou has ended, the lower officials are assigned by the black and white envoys to go to the mortal world to arrest this person, and now he has brought it, please ask Lord Yama to ask. Ma Mian bowed and said.

"Well, where is the judge?" Hades asked, nodding, and at the man below.

"The lower official is here, according to the investigation of the lower official, this Wang Lung is indeed the end of his yang life and died of undue death. The judge bowed back.

"Okay, now that Yang Shou has ended, what kind of crime has this Wang Long committed and what is his level?. Lord Yama asked the judge.

Before the judge could speak, Wang Lung raised his head and asked, "Lord Yama, I have something I want to ask Lord Yama, I don't know if I can tell you." ”

Hades raised his hand to stop the horse from making a rough move towards Wang Lung, glanced at Wang Long and said, "Let's hear it." ”

"Is what I just saw at that lookout platform true, and when did it happen?" asked Wang Lung.

Lord Yama was slightly stunned, glanced at the black and white envoy next to him, and said lightly: "Yes, it's completely true, what you see is exactly what happened in the world." ”

Wang Lung didn't speak again, but nodded at Lord Yan with a smile to indicate that he had understood.

"Alright, judge, tell me what kind of crime this Wang Lung has committed. Lord Hades asked the judge again.

The judge walked out of several cases, glanced at Wang Lung, saluted the king of Hades, and said: "Lord Yama, this Wang Lung has committed six crimes: first, insulting others, flamboyant tongue, arguing skillfully, lying and deceiving others, second, killing countless people and committing heinous crimes, third, blaspheming the gods, fourth, disrespecting the elders, fifth, wasting food and wasting grain, and sixth, participating in trials and causing oneself to die in vain. (To be continued......)