From behind it, an eight-tailed blue-faced red fox slowly stepped out.

The red fox's face was grim, revealing its long fangs. Before he could pounce on the selection, he couldn't take a breath and fell to the ground.

After that, I woke up to Dushuo Mountain. The two ghost emperors interrogated as usual, and the selection looked sluggish, and explained all the causes and consequences, and the golden-eyed white tiger did not move, and calmly let him in.

Since he has passed the first level, it means that he is not a demon. However, when he arrived at the intersection of Huangquan Road, his consciousness began to clear, and he felt that he could not die so easily.

Two fingers reached out to the cuffs and probed, the wooden plaque that Fang had just picked up before Xiao Xie was still there, thinking that it was dropped by a guest, and he didn't see it clearly.

I wanted to take it to the inner hall to ask who lost it, but I took it out at the moment and saw that the wooden sign actually clearly wrote the word "Yin Si".

The selection was startled and looked around, but fortunately no one was found. He immediately hid the wooden sign in the lining of his coat, close to the skin on his chest, so that it was more hidden and not easy to detect.

Fortunately, he avoided the eyes of the two ghosts, and if they found out, they might end up with something. I don't know what it is, but since I'm here, I think it's useful.

After being enslaved by Jiazi Yichou, Ben decided to wait and see what happened, looking for a chance to get out, which can be regarded as good luck and met the master and apprentice.

The kindness of the master and apprentice who saved him naturally remembered it in his heart. But this person's apprentice is a fox demon, so he has to be vigilant.

Then, as soon as Yue Zhuo opened his mouth, he asked him about the wooden card, which made Xuan Xuan feel that the two masters and apprentices were afraid that they were deliberately approaching him.

But the grace of a drop of water will be reciprocated. Whether it was out of kindness or deliberate, he was still willing to hand over the brand, and only asked the master and apprentice to agree to one condition.

"Take me with you no matter what. ”

Yuezhuo looked at the sincere expression of the selection, not like a fraud, so she agreed to him.

And Hongli muttered and added a condition: "You can take it, but you are not allowed to call me a demon again." ”

In the Six Realms, monsters eat human skin and flesh, devour human bones, drink essence and blood, and the same is true for powerful ghosts.

Yokai is a collective term for goblins and monsters. But not all demons and monsters are like this, people are good and bad, and the same is true of demons, including everything in the world.

Hongli had already decided that she wanted to be a good demon. So, she is not a cannibal, she is not interested in the smell of people, she has a preference for chicken.

But Xuan still couldn't abandon this idea of discrimination, he still spoke coldly to Hongli, after all, he still had a grudge against the eight-tailed blue-faced red fox that scared him to death.

Walking all the way, the cold words, this resentment.

As a man, he was so stingy, and it wasn't himself who scared him to death.

Hongli was full of unhappiness, such a stingy, grudge-loving man, if it weren't for the brand on his body, he wouldn't want to take him with him.

I don't know how long I walked, the stone steps on the Huangquan Road went through layer after layer, and the flowers on both sides of the stone road stretched endlessly, full of weeping blood and wailing.

A few wisps of remnant souls let out a wail, resounding through this Yin Si Yellow Spring, even if they saw the Yin Si Hall where white bones hung and ghost blood painted, those lonely souls still annihilated themselves.

After the wailing, there is not even a soul dregs left.

Hongli, who was curled up in Yuezhuo's arms, couldn't help but shudder, "They..... Where did it go?"

I only listened to the selection of the quiet words: "The soul is scattered." ”

"Isn't it, this is just the beginning, and the soul is gone?" Hongli couldn't believe it, it seemed that this path to the netherworld was much more difficult than she imagined.

Selection lowered his eyes, there were some things, he didn't know how to explain. Maybe if you watch too much, you won't feel anything.

When he was still alive, he was paranoid and insisted on going his own way. No matter how much his wife persuaded him and how he kept his daughter, he still felt that he had left home to fight for a place outside, and relied on his own strength to make his wife and daughter live a better life.

But in fact, when you arrive in Chang'an, you have to start from the bottom. Staying in Jiangcheng's hometown is the same.

He regretted it, when he first came to the intersection of Huangquan Road, he saw with his own eyes that the soul of his companion was scattered at the intersection.

For the man was as paranoid as himself, thinking that he would not be able to have a good baby with the soul of a wife, and he made a lot of noise and parted ways, and finally provoked his wife's soul to die with him.

Yuezhuo snorted coldly, "That's not paranoia, that's selfishness." I'm afraid that he wants to change his wife in the next life, and I'm worried that he won't be able to escape the fate of reincarnation if he goes to reincarnation together. ”

It makes sense to listen to what he said, at least compared to that selfish ghost, he is still single-minded about his wife and daughter.

Xuan Xuan sighed a few times in succession, and said: "I have also seen, an old man, desperately trying to reach the end of the Yellow Spring, in order to see his wife not long before he died, but no matter how he walked, he just couldn't catch up with her footsteps. ”

"Did he catch up later?" asked Yuezhuo in a faint voice.

"At that time I was carrying the flint on my back, and he was right in front of me, and my body could not bear it, and my soul was scattered. Xuan shook his head in regret, with a sad look in his eyes, "When his soul was gone, he still had words in his mouth." ”

"What are you reading?"

"Wife, wait for me, I'll come. ”

The little fox took a deep breath, and a few tears came out of her eyes.

"It's strange, can souls cry too?"

Hongli wiped away the tears on her face with her front paws, looking dazed. After seeing it clearly, his little fleshy palm was actually red. So much so that the tears that Fang Xuan had just said about the emotional place were suffocated by her fright at the moment.

"Well, in the Netherworld, the soul is the same as the mortal world, and there are joys, sorrows, and sorrows. There will be tears, and there will be blood. It's just that what is shed is blood and tears, and what flows out is turquoise blood. ”

The little fox looked at his bloody little fleshy palms, and his tails trembled alternately.

Carrying flint back and forth on this Huangquan Road is only a few hours in the world. When he was in the prime of life, his body was originally tough, but his feet were restrained before, and the stone steps of this stone path were even more difficult to walk, so he spent a lot of energy.

Carrying flint was originally the work of ghosts, and the netherworld used flint to build walls, and flint was produced on Huangquan Road, from those lonely souls whose souls were scattered and self-immolated.

When the soul burns, flints of various sizes are formed. Dropped on the stone steps, it was picked up by the ghost, and became the cornerstone of the construction of the dungeon.

The selection was doing drudgery in this place, and he also saw the "Yin Si Palace" from afar.

Every hall in the underworld is made of flint, and the "Yin Si Palace" is the first hall where these mortals turned into ghosts and came to the capital of the Netherworld after their deaths.

At the entrance of the main hall stand two humanoid bone sculptures, which are composed of the white bones of two ancient giants. The white bones are as transparent as the moon, and the skeleton's eyes are cold.

The Yin Si Hall is boxy, and flints of different sizes can be stacked so regularly, like a dark red square brick, located at the end of the yellow spring filled with miasma.