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In the backlight, only the huge pupils embedded in the whites of the eyes are clearly visible.

Looking at the two sharp curved silhouettes at the top, Pu Sila pulled Zhang Liao's shirt from behind, "Niu Toujun!"

Zhang Liao hurriedly put his left hand on his lower back, gently pressed her jade finger, and motioned not to make a sound.

Yes, it is indeed the Minotaur King. This guy had a relationship with everyone at the gate of the city.

"Where is the horse?" the bull head asked with a huge fork in his right hand and a small oil lamp in his left hand.

Thousands of ghosts, you look at me, I look at you, but no one dares to speak.

After a long time, an adjutant general replied with trembling vocal cords, "King Ma - ...... has fallen"

"I know. The bull's voice was surprisingly steady, "Otherwise, his soul lamp wouldn't have gone out." He raised his left hand and looked at it carefully, and the small oil lamp, which was disproportionate to the giant palm, exuded a brass luster, and there was not a single spark on the black oil twist.

"What I'm asking is, where is his body?"

Thousands of ghost pawns all lowered their heads, and no one dared to look directly into the inquiring gaze coming from the bull's eyes.

“...... Destroyed in shape. It was the lieutenant who spoke.

The bull head was silent, only the violent red flames that kept wandering on the steel fork revealed the breath of mountain rain coming.

Whirl. The giant palm closed and opened again—the soul lamp had turned into a small round copper ball.

The bull's head was thrown casually, and the copper ball went directly into the big mouth, creaking and squeaking...... Chew it!

"If you are not effective in protecting the Lord, can you be convicted?"

Wow - all the ghosts in the audience knelt down. Standing is tantamount to exposure, and Zhang Liao and the three of them are not allowed to "kneel" indiscriminately.

"Staffing generals, partial generals, generals, deputy generals, all of them have been exiled to purgatory and have been kiln head pyrotechnics for ten years. The soldiers were exempted from the crime and their military pay was deducted for three months. Do you have any comments?"

Woo-thousands of little ghosts actually cried! Zhang Liao was startled, this is too aggrieved, isn't it?

No.

The leading lieutenant grinned, bared out all his fangs, and said gratefully, "Thank you for the grace of King Niu - if we change the king of horses, we will be tortured ten times, and finally wiped out......."

Before he finished speaking, a huge fork flew in, piercing his entire body and nailing him to the black stone ground!

"It's okay to thank the old cow, but it's okay to slander the old horse. The Bull-headed Ghost King clapped his hands, and the steel fork flashed, sucking the fork's flesh clean, and quickly retreated into the master's palm.

The body of the deputy general, who had been sucked away of all the ointment and bone marrow, was like a shriveled woven bag, swaying at will in the turbulent yin wind, passing by every ghost pawn, lighting up a pair of frightened pupils.

The lieutenants of the palace stepped forward and escorted all the generals to receive their crimes and be punished. The rest of the ghosts were silent in their hearts, and they all sighed secretly -- fortunately, they were not promoted before! In addition to luck, they all wondered if it was my turn to be promoted in the future......

The Minotaur Ghost King walked into the group of ghosts with a steel fork and began to pace in the reins of the horse. He was nearly three feet taller than ordinary ghosts, and everywhere he went, his figure was covered with more than a dozen little ghosts, like a dark cloud, exuding great coercion.

He spoke as he walked, "The Ten Halls and the Spirit Matching Mansion are both heavy weapons of the underworld. Don't take revenge for personal gain, you have to go—I won't stop you, you weigh it well, and if you think you are better than the horse, you can go. ”

No ghost answers.

"Something will come to the story. But it is necessary to inform Yama before making a decision. Okay, stand down—remember, don't mess with the Ten Temples. ”

Coax - The ghost pawns are relieved, and once again fall into a chaotic scattered rout mode.

Emma is finally over, and this catastrophe is not easy...... Compared with those generals and colonels, what are we deducting military salaries for? Or the bull king is kind--in the future, he will be dead set on messing with the old cow!

The ghost heart of the remnants of the horse-faced ghost king was successfully bought by the bull-headed ghost king. And those die-hard cronies have been sent to purgatory to serve hard labor.

In terms of Taoism, it has to be a higher level for the old cow.

Zhang Liao got up to leave, but found that his feet were difficult to extricate themselves, as if they were stuck with glue. Turning around and looking back, Pu Sira and Pei Min's faces were the same as him, and they were both embarrassed.

A dull commentary sounded above them, "Where the shadow goes, it's a cage—"

Everyone looked up, and I was staring at them, and the big bull's eyes were staring at them.

The panic of the trapped person is very satisfying to the beneficial.

In the empty square, the Minotaur King looked down at the three lowly humans shrouded in his shadows, "It's story meeting time again. Who said it first? Attention, if you don't say it well, it will directly become barbecued pork......" The giant fork in his hand also shook it cooperatively, and the matching ring rattled and sounded very unpleasant.

Zhang Liao wants to say - boss, we are your ghost pawns!

His mouth was open, but he didn't say anything. Because I can't convince myself at all.

Competing with thousands of ghost pawns just now, the simple and square Zhang Liao is simply a male god with full appearance.

And Pusira, not to mention the underworld - everywhere you put it is a goddess, or a Valkyrie.

Only Pei Min has a bit of a ghost temperament with a yin aura, but the plain and indifferent uncle's face is too weak, and it can't match the hideousness and abruptness of an ordinary grimace.

The Sword Master had already pressed his hand on the hilt of the Ninety-Nine Umbrella Sword, and was thinking about how to do it after disagreeing.

Pusira spoke first, "Hello, big cow, you are blocking the light." Her blonde hair shook off, and she was heroic, and the sassiness couldn't help but make the listener's heart flutter.

This hearer is referring to the Bull-headed Ghost King.

He thought for a moment, didn't say a word, took a sideways step, and took the shadow cage with him. Not kindness, conceit. He believed that the three ants couldn't do anything.

"Big bull?" he muttered, "that's the title...... It's too rustic, isn't it?"

Pusira was pleased with his well-behaved cooperation. He easily raised his hand and grabbed at the entrance of the yamen, grabbed a beam of bleak white light from the white lantern on the pillar, kneaded it into a ball of light, pinched it between his five fingers, and dusted himself from top to bottom, as if the shadow just now had been left with many unclean fibers. Full of a clean girl's posture.

The Minotaur Ghost King twisted his eyebrows, carried his fork, and watched quietly all the time......

After tidying up, the paladin grandma let out a sigh of relief. took out a "grass ring" from his bosom and put it on his head, and said with a smile, "Da Niu, I will ask you about someone." Do you know how Dante's office goes?"

The "grass circle" in the eyes of the "big cow" is the olive branch crown given by Virgil, the head of the Wangxiang Pavilion, on the wharf of the Yudu River on the Lechuan River that day - this is also a token left by Mr. Dante in the past.

The leaves are not many, symmetrically distributed on the sides of the pliable branches, and the veins are particularly clear due to the drying of the mesophyll.

The bull didn't recognize it, but when he heard the word Dante, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Oh, you're here to find the Judge?" he glared again, looking at the three "little ones." No, there was only one white woman, and the remaining two were clearly of Oriental origin. Visiting friends? It's possible, maybe it's a relationship digging up a door to get people in the underworld.

Well, if you can drive straight to the gate of the Ten Palaces, there must be some ghost vein resources, and my old cow still doesn't mess with it - in case there is backstage support!

After thinking about it, he immediately put away his arrogance, put the steel fork behind him, and said softly, "Even so, it's not an outsider." The judgment is on patrol today in the Hall of Equality, which is the ninth of the ten halls. I can help you open the door, but it's up to you whether you can get in or not......"

After saying that, regardless of whether these humans understood what he meant, he danced the steel fork like a boat's oar, facing the dark gate of the mansion from left to right!

This wave seems to have driven Wan Jun's huge force, and there is a faint noise of the engine coming from the palace. Immediately after, an unbelievable scene occurred, and no vehicles drove out of the inside, but the giant door began to accelerate "brushing"......

Yes, it's brushing, it's true. It felt like ...... It's like holding your phone and swiping the page horizontally, from this screen to the next, screen after screen......

Zhang Liao wants to share this feeling with everyone, but Pei Min has his own personal perception. In his eyes, this is clearly a roll of film being pulled quickly, and frame by frame lattice frames appear in front of everyone in turn. Each frame is an image of a door, with different shapes, but covered with the same cornices and glazed tiles.

Those men with different postures - Pusira couldn't help but admire, each with its own majesty, each with its own majesty, each with its own shock.

How high are these doors? Anyway, the Bull-headed Ghost King, who was close to Sizhang just now, walked out of the first door with his head held high, and there was still a lot of money above his head, which was enough to stuff another horse-faced ghost king in.

Squeak – a screeching sound of brakes. It turned out that the bull head put the tail end of the steel fork on the ground, and stopped the brush movement that was circulating rapidly.

The picture is still, and in front of everyone is a smoky metal gate, with only doorposts and no door panels.

The blazing purple flames were licking their greedy tongues, writhing and curling inside the door, shocking......

"The entrance to the Hall of Equality, Lu Yanluo's mansion, goes straight to the place of the Abi Hell. Be careful, don't say much along the way, please. ”

Please, are we roast duck in the hanging oven or roast goose in the deep well? Zhang Liao's heart at the moment is refusing.

"What's the matter? With such a big courtyard here, isn't it where the Ten Halls are?"

"Yes and no. Niu Tou said earnestly, "Strictly speaking, this is the garrison of the Treasury Army, that is, the military camp under Ma Mian. They are also tasked with protecting the entrances to the Ten Temples. And I, on weekdays, am only in charge of the Simen, that is, the gate of the Xudu. Today, the old horse was killed, and I rushed to the rescue temporarily. In the future, I'm afraid the treasurer will have to shoulder the shoulders - until the Yan Committee sends a new treasurer. ”

Zhang Liao stared in confusion, as if he understood or not. Pusira took a step forward, "That means we can find Dante when we go in, right?"

The huge bull head nodded.

The eldest grandmother didn't say a word, raised her legs and walked forward-

Zhang Liao and Pei Min looked at each other, the two pure masters lost their momentum in front of the female man, and they were a little ashamed, so they hurriedly followed up.

There are still ten meters to go to the door, and the heat wave has already swept in.

Pusira bore the brunt of the blow, and a trace of blonde hair on her forehead instantly turned to ashes.

The tiny flame was fleeting, but as if some kind of seal had been opened, her crown of olive branches emitted the usual clangling of the lute, and all the branches and leaves moved and clamoured.

Almost in an instant it was filled with saturated sap, and the fading dryness was replaced by a lush greenery, alive, alive, and the branches alive again!

A refreshing and refreshing sense of coolness spread out from the top of Pu Xila's head, covering the front and back of her body, covering Zhang Pei and the others. At the same time, the three of them felt the smoothness and joy they had never felt since entering the underworld.

Pusira high-fived and laughed, "Wonderful!