The desolate wind blew and blew, and it couldn't be finished against the ground, and it blew bitterly cold.

In front of the hall, a loess-colored wall lamp burned the oil in the bowl and wafted out a charming fragrance, and everyone raised their heads, shrugged their noses and pumped hard, and the nose seemed to be deliberately against you.

On narrow country roads, along the dark green banks of the bluestone river, a long line is gone.

Those people in line were all sorts.

There are businessmen and squires, farmers are hungry, there are teachers, there are benevolent doctors, there are women in Qinglou, there are wicked people with scars, butchers and drunkards and students, from seventy to eighty to the fetus in the womb, but all life in the world appears in the long queue.

Wang Zimo followed behind the group, and also raised his head to look at the oil lamp.

This fragrance is very familiar.

Wang Zimo tried to remember, as if it was similar to the fragrance on his godmother's body.

A wick as thick as a baby's finger floated in the bowl, and the bowl was carved with hideous and terrifying demons, staring at scarlet eyes, gaping bloody mouths, and black faces covered with markings, which protruded behind the ears. When you look at them, they look at you too, as if the bowl is really a demon, sticking out their blood-red tongues and licking the oil dripping from the wick.

This!

Where is the wick, it is clearly the fingers of children!

Looking at the next one, the oil lamp burned half of the small intestine. And the next one turned out to be a jet-black head sticking out of its bright red tongue, and clusters of earthy yellow fire crows burned on the tip of the tongue, "crackling" like a burning wooden stick at the bottom of a pot, reflecting the skull flickering and darkening.

"Uh, hahaha......"

On the oil lamp, the head suddenly glanced at him, so frightened that the prince almost fell to the ground, and thus delayed his progress, and was pushed and shoved by the people behind, and rushed to and fro with great impatience.

Wang Zimo glanced back, but saw that the man's face was dark and blue, an obvious strangulation mark almost tore off his neck, and his fat tongue was against his mouth, exactly like a hanged ghost.

What the hell is this place?

Why am I here?

There was a light door behind it, and the cold wind blew in through it. Wang Zimo suddenly remembered that he had been to that door before, and he had fought with the Han family at the camel peak and was almost beaten to death.

At that time, he was standing in a river full of corpses and bones, shivering by the wind blowing, and the three dead brothers and sisters of the Han family were blocking in front of the light door, not letting Wang Zimo go in to avoid the bones of the yin wind.

Could it be that this is the back of the Light Gate?

Netherworld?

Am I dead?

Wang Zimo looked down at his unscathed body, and then raised his hand to look, white and slender, and he couldn't see the slightest dead person. He pinched his face casually, and there was pain, not a dream!

In front of that is the Meng Po Bridge, drinking the Meng Po soup is completely rid of the worries of this life.

No, I haven't lived enough, I can't die!

Wang Zimo turned around and ran back, but no matter how he ran, he couldn't run, as if the team was tied together by a rope, and they were like grasshoppers strung together in a line, being led forward a little bit.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Zimo was cold and hungry, stood on tiptoe and looked forward, and in front of dozens of people sat a judge in red clothes, wearing a black gauze hat, holding a judge's pen and making errands on the Yin Book. Behind the judge stood black and white, his face as white as window paper, his blood-red lips like a cut in his belly, and a tongue hanging directly down to his chest.

In the grass hall behind the judge, an old woman with a rickety body kept bringing out bowls of steaming fragrant soup from the grass hall, and her cracked fingers were inserted into the bowl, shivering, as if the soup in the bowl would spill out at any time.

The smell is also this smell, the same as the fragrance on the godmother's body. The prince licked his chapped lips, and his stomach became more and more spasmed.

"Next, Lu Zimo!" the judge raised the cinnabar pen.

"Lu Zimo!" black and white impermanence glared at Wang Zimo.

"Lu Zimo, is Lu Zimo here?"

The red-clothed judge in front of the hall looked back at the black and white impermanence behind him, picked up the brush and drew a red circle on Lu Zimo's name, "You two run again, and catch this Lu Zimo for me." This is already the second time, and there will be a next time to pull out the tongues of both of you!"

"Yes!"

Black and white impermanence hurriedly nodded yes, and when passing by Wang Zimo's side, Bai Wuchang suddenly stopped, stared at Wang Zimo with sharp eyes, and asked in a sharp and torn voice, "What's your name?"

"My name is ......"

The breath colder than the yin wind locked the prince silently, he shrunk his neck and shivered, his frightened eyes lowered and he did not dare to look directly at the black and white impermanence and fierce gaze.

This feeling is even more terrifying than facing Shenxiao Lei Gong.

Although the god Xiao Lei Gong is a remnant, the power of the gods is not a lot at all. And the impermanence of black and white gives him the feeling of standing at the foot of a mountain, just throwing a palm-sized stone from the top of the mountain, and he can smash his soul away.

Black and white impermanence is still so, the judge they fear......

Suddenly, the prince meditated on Dai Xiaomo and said that his name in the Yin Book was Lu Zimo, which could come in handy at a critical time.

"What's it called?

Hei Wuchang also saw that there was something wrong with the prince, and the kid was staggered, flickering, his eyes were uneasy, and it was obvious that he was afraid. If there are no demons in our hearts, how can we be afraid?

"My name is ...... My name is Wang Zimo!"

"Wang Zimo?" Bai Wuchang circled around Wang Zimo twice, "Lu Zimo, Wang Zimo?" hehe...... I think it's you!"

Hei Wuchang pinched the fold, tilted his head and looked at the back, "The surname is Wang and the surname is Lu, so you know! But then again, there are really a lot of people who have died in the Lu family in the past few days! You, come here, do you know him?"

With that, Hei Wuchang casually grabbed a cowering teenager, his thin skinned and bony fingers white and slender, pinched the young man's neck, and his long nails almost sank into the flesh. He raised his other hand, the nails that were dyed blue-black were three inches long, the tips were curled inward, skinny, like eagle claws, pointed at the prince and asked silently, "Is he from your Lu family?"

"Hui, back to the words of the impermanence master, I don't know!" the man shook his head.

The Lu family is a family in Jingzhou, with a county, and the surname Lu is inside. Since the Lu family was defined as treason by the Han king, the family surnamed Lu moved to Dongqu and established the Lu country, but the land in the Central Plains still retains its original name, Zhaolu County.

He doesn't know Wang Zimo, it's normal!

But Bai Wuchang didn't think so, Wang Zimo had a problem in the first place, he had a preconceived idea, and naturally thought that Wang Zimo was lying to him. The blue and black nails flickered with coldness, and the strange red wave after wave reached the tip of the nail, and it was about to be pointed at the prince's silent eyebrows.

"What's the matter? You two don't go quickly, what are you wasting your time here!"

The strange red was fleeting, and Wang Zimo was extremely cold, and a layer of frost formed on his pale lips. This layer of frost instantly spread from the top of his head to his whole body, and he suddenly felt his chest "suddenly" jump, which was a heartbeat he had not felt since entering this dim area. It seems that the nails of Bai Wuchang are dotted down, which is more terrifying than drinking Meng Po soup that night.

Fortunately, the red-clothed judge stopped it in time, and the prince was silently pardoned, gasping for breath, his spine could no longer support the weight of his upper body, and his entire back was carried down from his waist, and cold sweat of Bean's size came out, and his front chest was close to his back, as if he had squeezed all the air in his chest dry.

"Judge Qiqi Lu, I feel that there is something wrong with this person, and I suspect that he is that Lu Zimo, so I want to search the soul and see his life history. ”

Bai Wuchang didn't dare to deceive Judge Lu, and the tunnel told the reason, and Judge Lu decided.

"Soul searching is too troublesome, the official had an old acquaintance with the Lu family in the early years, and he had studied the bloodline of the Lu family, which is very special, and the official will know it at a glance. ”

Judge Lu raised his arm and trembled, a pair of hands with green muscles stretched out from the red sleeve robe, his left hand was on Wang Zimo's wrist, and his right hand was on the wrist of the person surnamed Lu, closing his eyes and carefully distinguishing. The knife eyebrows were raised slightly, and Judge Lu's flattened face was full of strength, and he wanted to turn his face to the right side, and the heavy earlobes suddenly met Wang Zimo's eyes.

Suddenly, Judge Lu opened his eyes and stared at Wang Zimo with a suspicious expression. "It's the blood of the Lu family, but it's not like the blood of the Lu family......"

Judge Lu, who has always been calm, bumped into a big problem, scratching his ears with his big hands and couldn't figure it out.

"There is only half of the bloodline, and the other half is even stronger than the Lu family, this official has never seen this kind of bloodline, not the Jiuli bloodline, is it Kunxu? Maybe Judge Cui is more familiar with this bloodline!"

"It's not right, the Lu family's bloodline inheritance is unique, and it will inevitably not coexist with other bloodlines, but whenever such a clan is born, either they will have less mouth (die young), or their fate will be bumpy and they will die. ”

Judge Lu raised his head to look at the blood moon hanging high in the sky, and suddenly stared at the prince and asked silently, "Your mother's surname is Lu?"

Judge Lu took a drop of yin blood from Wang Zimo's body, and then sealed his hands to hold up the yin blood, and the scenes of Sanhezhuang were reversed like a movie, and they did not stop until the moment Wang Zimo was born.

"You follow your mother's surname, and your father is mortal, but not like a mortal. No, it's a mortal, it's just that he is a wasted person who has been abolished and cultivated!" Judge Lu said that Wang Zimo didn't know the truth, "Wang Zimo, Wang Zimo, your name is Wang Mo!"

Judge Lu suddenly laughed angrily, grinned wide, raised his head and laughed, and was about to lose his breath before he stroked his chest and straightened his waist, "This Peng Jiao, who doesn't know a single big character, actually wrote Wang as Lu, and he is really ashamed of the reputation of the corpse god!"

"It's you!" Judge Lu waved his hand, "Wang Zimo, you are corrupt and corrupt, and you have your own karma to decide." ”

But he saw that a door suddenly opened behind Judge Lu, and the door was full of mourning, and the blood was soaring to the sky. The four-layer Blood Lake Hell, the nine-layer Nine Hells, the eighteen-layer Taishan Hell, the twenty-fourth-layer Xudu Hell, and the thirty-six-layer Nuqing Hell all appeared one by one, and finally settled in front of the gate of the twenty-fourth layer of the Xudu Hell.

On the twenty-fourth floor of the Hell of Xudu, standing outside the door, Wang Zimo felt the bloody torture inside, he saw the magnesium soup boiling people, the copper pillar of the knife mountain, and the ghost pulling the iron pear to plough a very long and long tongue, the iron teeth crushed the body, the poisonous snake ate the body, the iron wheel rolled stones, the furnace charcoal melted copper, and the gates of hell opened and closed one by one, and finally stopped in front of the gate of the cold and ice hell.

"It's actually an ice hell, how much evil you did in your lifetime!" Judge Lu shook his head and sighed.

Although this cold hell is not the most terrifying, it is the most debilitating of the twenty-four hells, and the terror on the ice field is not much lighter than the magnesium soup copper pillar.

"Go, Wang Zimo. When you find the door of life from the cold hell, go back here and get a bowl of Meng Po soup, forget about your previous life, enter reincarnation, and start over. ”