Fourteen.

Fengdu

This is the closest town to the entrance of the underworld, it is said that there are many psychic people in the town, Ming Shique and Su Yanqing came here overnight to inquire about Bai Xia Ying's news.

It's just that the psychics of Fengdu generally don't like to show their heads, so even if you pass by a master, you won't be able to notice, so until now, neither of them has found anything.

Ming Shique lost his patience a little, and said to Su Yanqing: "If I don't get any more, I will go directly out of my body to find her." ”

"Little Taoist, I thought you were a sane person at first, but I didn't expect you to be so anxious. Su Yanqing said with a senior attitude:

"If you mess around, you'll only get into trouble, and don't get half the result. ”

"Then His Royal Highness the Demon King is not in a hurry at all?"

In the face of Ming Shique's rhetorical question, Su Yanqing was silent, could he not be anxious, now he can't wait to dig the ground and drill down, at this time, he thinks that he is more worried about Bai Xiaying's safety than anyone else.

Because he's lost her so many times that he can't resist such a blow anymore.

Just as the two were at a stalemate, an old voice came from behind.

"Are you looking for a psychic?" the two of them looked over and saw an old man standing there with a cane.

"Do seniors have any guidance?" Ming Shique saw hope and couldn't wait to come forward and ask.

The old man looked at them with a smile, turned and pointed in one direction, and mysteriously leaned into their ears and said:

"There's one in that house up ahead, you can go and inquire. ”

When Ming Shique heard this, he quickened his pace and walked towards the broken house, and pushed the door open without hesitation, Su Yanqing wanted to hold him and think about it for a while, but it was too late.

The house was very dark, and some holes in the roof leaked a few rays of sunlight, lingering in the dim environment.

In the dark corner, a person was sitting with his eyes closed, muttering something in a good way, he heard the movement at the door, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the two people at the door with a blurred gaze, smiled faintly, and stood up.

"How did you two find me?"

Ming Shique didn't talk nonsense with him, walked up to the man with an expressionless face and said, "Help me find someone." ”

The man glanced at Ming Shiqing, then looked sideways at Su Yanqing, who was still standing at the door with a suspicious expression, and said with a smile:

"Who are you looking for? ”

"The surname is Xia Ying, and there are no eight characters. Ming Shique replied quickly, not equal for a second.

"Can we trust you? Standing at the door, Su Yanqing finally spoke, he was not as impulsive as Ming Shiqing, but he thought that there was no other way but to make a desperate bet and believe in this magic stick.

The man nodded, closed his eyes and raised his hand, rubbing his fingers and pretending to begin to count.

Ming Shique and Su Yanqing kept staring at him until the man opened his eyes again, with a frightened expression.

"What's wrong?" Su Yanqing felt that the man's expression was strange, and asked with some concern.

The man looked at the two, his face turned pale, and his lips trembled slightly:

"I see...... I see...... A woman...... Tied up in the underworld......"

Su Yanqing listened and grabbed the man's collar, his eyes were vicious, exuding a strong murderous aura.

"What do you say?

The man was frightened by the demon king, and closed his eyes as if he were at home, and shouted, "That woman has been tied up in the eighteenth layer of hell by Yama and is suffering from flesh and skin!"

As soon as the words fell, the demon king shook off the man, rushed out of the house and left without looking back, Ming Shique followed, and both of them could not hide their anxiety.

After the two left, the old man who had just pointed the way walked into the room tremblingly and smiled at the psychic.

The room grew smoky, and the old man and psychic began to laugh and take on their original forms.

"It is said that everything in the world is unbreakable, and I have realized it. The corners of the Mirror Demon curled the corners of his mouth, and his sly face became even uglier. The demons on the side tidied themselves up and snorted haughtily.

"Now, we'll just have to wait here and reap the benefits. ”

Fifteen.

Pinching the day, today should be the ninth day of my cultivation, and after tomorrow I can go back to Yang to find the Ming Shi who lacks them, thinking about it, I am still a little excited.

But that guy won't think I'm dead, I really want to see the look on this stinky Taoist priest when he sees me again, it must be very exciting.

I crouched at the entrance to the underworld and thought about it, but I was hit by a passing horse.

"You've been lazy and doing errands for nine days?" Ma Mian was a little angry, and I thought that I couldn't cause trouble at this juncture, so I hurriedly smiled and said:

"No, no, I've been doing things very seriously, isn't there any ghost here, I'm just sitting here. ”

I'm still not convinced when I say I'm lazy, after all, in the past few days, I have moved dozens of ghosts every day, listened to stories one by one, and looked at Cui Jue's big face many times a day, which makes me feel annoying to think about it.

Ma Mian had no choice but to hand over the ghost in his hand to me and say, "Lord Yama asked me to go to the main hall to wait, and I will leave my errand to you." With that, he vanished instantly.

I grinned and grimaced at the place where the horse's face disappeared, venting my grievances, this guy wanted to be lazy and find such a high-sounding reason, it was really shameless.

However, the errand still had to be completed on time, and after identifying the ghost's attributes with the pendant according to the procedure, I took it to the Nai He Bridge as usual and handed it to Meng Po.

In the past few days, I have communicated with Meng Po frequently, and we are about to become good friends who talk about everything.

Meng Po has her own name, called Jiang Qi's wife, although she looks like my age, but it is said that she has been guarding this Nai He bridge for thousands of years, in order to have a kind image before turning into a young woman, so she also laughed at herself as an "old witch".

When Meng Po saw me pulling the ghost over again, she greeted me with a smile: "There are few ghosts on your side today." ”

I handed the ghost to her and said, "yes, even this was given to me by Ma Mian." ”

"I don't know if you feel this way...... the smile on Meng Po's face gradually faded, but it was replaced by a sad expression:

"The ghosts sent to the underworld are getting fewer and fewer by the day, and I don't know what happened to the upper realm. ”

I seem to feel the same way when she reminds me that I have only been here for eight days, and I vaguely feel that the ghosts are slowly decreasing.

But according to common sense, the cycle of life and death in the upper realm has its own laws and needs to be balanced, assuming that the number of people who die within the six realms does not decrease, then where do these ghosts who have not been sent to the underworld go?

Seeing that I was deep in thought, Meng Po hurriedly comforted:

"Xia Yingxiu has to worry, these things will definitely be found out by Lord Yin Law, you and I just need to abide by the rules of the underworld. ”

Hearing this, I felt a little more relaxed, Cui Jue is so powerful, he should have also noticed this change, in this way, this matter will be handled by Yama Luo and the Ghost Emperor.