Meng Haimang saw that Hu Yihui and Xu Ruoping were obviously partial to themselves, and they were very appreciative, and the sour gas that had just been inexplicably born was also a lot smoother, nodded slightly, and said: "You don't have to worry, there is a lot of difference between the ghosts between the eight cold and eight hot hells, they have their own cars and horses, we are wearing invisibility clothes, hide our breath and go up to rub the car quietly, it is estimated that we will not be discovered." ”

It turns out that some dead souls have killed countless people in their lifetimes, done many evils, committed great crimes, and were sentenced to hell after death, but they were not only suffering in one of the layers, and the most severe ones were sentenced, and the eighteen hells took turns to "enjoy" it, and finally threw it under the Yellow Spring, and they could not be reborn forever.

When encountering such unlucky ghosts, just like the felons in prison, the jailers need to run back and forth, escorting these dead souls to serve their sentences from hell to hell, which indirectly increases the extra workload of the ghosts, and these unlucky ghosts must not have been able to get a good face from the ghosts.

For example, an undead spirit in the foal that Xu Ruoping and the others rubbed on was fished out by the ghosts from the Eight Heat Hell, and his body was half red and not black like unburned firewood, but for no reason, he was next to the steel whip in the jailer's hand one by one, twisting and rolling in pain in the car, screaming.

Everyone couldn't stand it, Xu Ruoping and Jun Wushang were soft-hearted, and just wanted to stop them, but were stopped by Meng Haimangsheng, and said: "This is what they deserve, we can't interfere, otherwise the hard work along the way will be in vain." ”

There was no way, the two had to endure their grief and try their best to look away.

The foal is a black horse with wings on its back, if it is a horse, it is estimated that it can be awarded the best ugly horse of the year, with a stout body and limbs, with a very uncoordinated little head, a tail, like a big fan, it looks funny and ridiculous!

It suddenly felt that the car it was carrying was much heavier than usual, and couldn't help but turn its head to look at the tattered wreckage that was leaking everywhere, and saw that the empty body only had one pawn and one soul, less than usual but heavier than usual, and was shaking its head and shaking the small brain melon with very little capacity to think about what was wrong, and was unexpectedly whipped by the jailer, and before the second whip was about to come, it decided to abandon all distractions and move forward at full speed with the pile of broken copper and iron!

Although everyone's eyes have moved away, it is a pity that the picture elsewhere is even more thrilling!

A series of tortures in purgatory, such as skinning, cramping, gouging out eyeballs, disemboweling, and crushing bones, can be used everywhere, groups of huge rats covered with pus licking the soul blood of the newly arrived dead souls, the miserable screams, ** sounds, endlessly, and the blue-faced and fanged vampires, like a tide, surrounded by freshly fallen new souls, desperately tearing their flesh, greedily licking the blood, until they are left with empty white bones••••••

The earth horse will stop at the junction of each layer of hell, similar to the post station, there are different jailers handover, and the eight different pictures of the eight hot hells are rich and colorful, vividly displayed in front of everyone's eyes, it is estimated that after this trip, Xu Hongbo will definitely abide by the law more in the future.

Ji Zhou intentionally or unintentionally, every layer of the past is extremely landlordly friendly, and he talks endlessly about all kinds of personnel and punishments in hell, as if this trip is not to save people, but to play in the mountains and rivers!

Every time she succeeded in turning Xu Hongbo's face green and green, she felt a sense of satisfaction inexplicably in her heart, and she was so interested that she ignored Meng Haimang and the others.

My aunt and grandmother, isn't it just that last time I didn't know Taishan and teased your sister Ji Zhou? As for holding such a grudge? No one emperor is doing anything, you dead eunuch is blind and anxious?

Xu Hongbo always scolded from his heart, but he didn't dare to say a word! He had to close his eyes tightly, cover his ears tightly, and look forward to the time passing soon!

Suddenly, the screen switched, and a gray-blue ice and snow world wrapped in boundless and endless cold appeared in front of everyone's eyes in a hurry!

Eight Cold Hell - the great infinite cold place where the breath turns into frost and drips into ice.

Xu Ruoping and the others instantly had a thin protective film on their bodies, and the clothes woven by the silk once again exerted its light and heat without reservation, just right to prevent everyone from freezing into popsicles.

The jailer of the Eight Cold Hell looks like the one of the Eight Heat Hell!

Their bodies were shriveled and thin enough to be reduced to a skeleton, but they had a frighteningly large belly, and their upper limbs were not fingers like those of humans, but a pair of huge scythes, which "clicked" there to skillfully chop melons and vegetables at all the dead souls, and from time to time straightened up and snorted a few times to their companions not far away, and they were very busy!

Those arms and elbows that were cut off by them, and the shoulders of the brains rolled to the ground, mixed with screams, ** sounds, and pleading, which were more shocking than stereos.

The revenants endured severe pain, hurriedly picked up the wreckage on the ground and loaded it into their own bodies, and the result was often that the revenant pressed your arm on his leg, and he pressed your thigh on his arm, and before everyone had time to catch their breath, the jailer wielding the scythe killed non-stop, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as miserable.

Xu Ruoping's sister and brother's faces turned pale, but fortunately, the foal they rode on did not stop for a moment, and there was a rapid alternation of new and old dead souls everywhere, and everyone could take a little breath at the post station and recover the soul that was about to be frightened.

Meng Haimang was silent all the way, and Hu Yihui's call constantly transformed wisps of green smoke in his hands, flying silently and colorlessly everywhere, but he never got a response!

Just as everyone was like a deflated ball, a burst of heart-wrenching singing rang out at some point.

A half-male and female voice floated in the air and kept echoing, singing like a cry and a smile: "The snow mountain is frozen and condensed, the terrible deep valley is cold and snowy, the cold wind invades and damages the face, the blistering hell cracks the blister prison, the bitterness is continuous and constantly crying, the suffering is really embarrassing, the essence is dissipated and the dying state, the teeth tremble and the skin cracks like petals, and the wounded and tender flesh is cracked and then cracked in the eight cold prisons." ”

One sentence after another, the tragic situation of the Eight Cold Hell was vividly interpreted.

The sound was like a thin embroidery needle, buzzing through the flesh and bone and piercing the eardrum of the ear, and it was depressing to hear!

"I'll fuck your uncle!" Xu Hongbo finally couldn't help it, and scolded in a low voice, "The singing voice like a broken gong is embarrassed to show off here, it's really not ashamed, dead sissy!"

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As soon as the words fell, the ghostly singing suddenly paused for a long time, Meng Haimang keenly sensed something, stopped the powder in his hand, and half-narrowed his eyes to be alert to everything around him!

Everyone's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were sewn together, quietly waiting for some kind of bad luck to come, and after a while, nothing unusual appeared, until the intermittent spiritualist song floated out again, and everyone breathed a deep sigh of relief!

The colt also smacked the spirit for no reason, and looked around anxiously, and the heart soldiers pulled up the quartet, and before the jailer who had been replaced could sit down, he hurled forward.

Even the messengers in hell are terrified, and this incarnation is really not an ordinary character!

Hu Yihui frowned, his arm unconsciously strained slightly, and hugged Xu Ruoping next to him, for fear that she would disappear out of thin air if she was not careful.

Of course, Hu Yihui's worries were indeed superfluous, because Xu Ruoping became a water snake spirit along the way, wrapped tightly around him, and never left for a moment.

As the song became farther and farther away, the stench came to the face, and in the distance, a large swamp-like place, covered with human corpses, horse corpses, Dog corpses, stinking to the sky, thousands of strange-shaped insects densely drilled and sucked, the corpses waved their arms and desperately crawled outward, but they were wrapped in the same sludge as quicksand around them, in vain, and finally the whole body would even drown in it, only the mud bubbles bubbled outward, the mud bubbles burst, and a burst of yellow-green stench permeated the surroundings, forming a faint mist that seemed to be there and nothing.

The colt suddenly heard the spiritualist song of the underworld and panicked, and actually carried the jailer and the soul here in embarrassment, but he gasped for breath as if relieved, and realized that he had come to the wrong place, and the jailer's steel whip had already struck him with his head and face, and his mouth was muttering something angrily, covering his nose and urging him to move forward.

The strange smell here can't even stand the soldiers who have lived in hell for a long time, let alone Xu Ruoping and them!

Sure enough, living up to expectations, although everyone knows very well that they can't spit out even the slightest spitting star mixed with the breath of a living person in hell, they can't help the boiling and rushing in their stomachs, covering their mouths and noses one by one and retching non-stop!

Meng Haimang and Ji Zhou exchanged a look with each other and exhaled softly.

Ji Zhou gave the other party a thumbs up and praised: "Sure enough, if you hadn't drunk anti-vomiting tea for everyone in advance, I don't know what kind of necromancer this situation would cause!"

Meng Haimang was half relieved in one breath, and before he could recover from the praise, Comrade Xu Hongbo next to him let out a long hiss, and a large amount of vomit exuding the breath of a living person was sprayed out, and then he wiped the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, and gasped: "It's so cool!"

Everyone's faces changed suddenly, and the thunderbolt-like gaze of 100,000 firepower instantly shot Xu Hongbo through.