"Childe, your food is here!" At this time, the little second brought the food up, and then said to Ling Su: "Childe, I have already vacated the room for you, and you can use it when you have dinner." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"En!" Ling Su nodded, but he didn't say anything, he paid attention to the movement of the room before, he was originally tortured by the disease, the life of the person in the room was like a candle in the wind, and he could die at any time, just now Xiao Er brought someone in and wanted to carry him away, but it was a cool breeze that made him suffer from it, and he died directly, and now the person's body has been carried to the backyard.

Ling Su finished eating, entered the room, and found that the place had been cleaned up, but at this time, there was still a person, or a ghost, wandering around the window.

"Since you're dead, why bother not going. Reading a sentence softly, Ling Su was about to lure that person into reincarnation, but the next situation made Ling Su stop.

He watched the scholar's spirit wander around the room for a few moments, then walked outside, and after a while, he came across another ghost, who grabbed the scholar's arm, pulled him aside, and asked him, "Niu'er, why did you come here?"

This scholar is a scholar, his surname is Shen, Niu Er is his milk name, he belongs to the cow, and he has been stubborn since he was a child, so he has such a name. But when he grew up, no one was allowed to scream, but when he looked back, he was even more stunned, and said in surprise: "You are Uncle Wu?"

At the age of sixty or seventy, Uncle Wu wore a coarse cotton coat, and although he was already in summer at this time, he was dressed in winter. Wu Bozeng was also an old man in his family, and he took care of scholars for several years when he was young, and he had a good relationship. It's just that he later said that he went back to the Daimyo's Mansion to visit relatives, but he suddenly disappeared, saying that he was at home to care for the elderly, and he cried for several days, counting it, it has been more than ten years since now.

Shen Shusheng was born in a foreign land to see his old friend, and his heart was overjoyed, and said: "Uncle Wu, we haven't seen each other for ten years, how are you doing in this famous mansion?" He didn't notice that Uncle Wu's face was exactly the same as that day.

Wu Bo looked anxious, and asked again: "Niu'er, how did you get here, and you are still out of your body?"

Shen Shusheng couldn't afford to be sick, he had been groggy all the time, and when he heard this, he stayed in place for a while, and then he understood a lot of things, and muttered: "I, am I already dead?" He thought of his parents in an instant, and also thought of Xiao Chunhua in Zuihualou, thinking that these things were gone forever, he couldn't help but feel sad and cry.

Shen Shusheng suddenly cried bitterly, which startled Uncle Wu, and hurriedly covered his mouth and said, "Gua Wazi, be quiet, you feel good about alarming this passing by." ”

Shen Shusheng snorted twice more before he stopped the sound, and Wu Bo couldn't help but sigh when he saw that he had fallen to this point at a young age, patted him on the shoulder and persuaded: "Life is inevitable to go through this experience, you better relax!"

After a while, Shen Shusheng knew that it was useless to cry, so he stopped crying, looked around, and only felt that this alley was no different from the human world, and asked, "Uncle Wu, is this the underworld?"

Wu Bodao: "Do you really want to go down to the underworld, you don't have to wait for the Yin Patrol to come here, just follow this road to the west, there is the City God Temple, and when you get closer, you will be locked away by the ghost officials, and when you arrive in the capital, you don't know how to go to the knife mountain and toss the oil pot." ”

Shen Shusheng suddenly felt shocked when he heard the things in this play, and said, "I haven't done any big sins, how can I be a knife mountain oil pot." "Although he was born rich and noble, he really hasn't done anything like bullying men and women.

Uncle Wu looked him up and down, shook his head and said, "If you talk bad about people behind your back, you still want to go to hell with your tongue pulled, what do you say!?"

Shen Shusheng was trembling by him, he didn't know that the criminal law of hell was so harsh.

Next, Shen Shusheng didn't know what to do, so he followed Uncle Wu to the outside of the Daimyo's mansion, and I don't know how long it took, but suddenly saw that there were more and more pedestrians on the street, as if there was some market.

Shen Shusheng saw it and was a little strange, is there any gathering in the middle of the night. I don't know what kind of place this is, there is such a strange rule that the market only opens at night, Shen Shusheng followed Uncle Wu and walked forward along the flow of people, and suddenly saw a small city in front of him, but there was not even a guard at the gate.

Wu Bodao: "This is the Mingli City in the western suburbs of the Daimyo Mansion, and the master of the house here is the King of Mingli, I heard that there is a friendship with the officials in the local mansion, so there has always been no yin to come here to catch ghosts, you can rest assured that it is better to stay than to suffer in the Yin Division." Then he instructed: "Wait a minute, you must bow your head, follow me closely, and don't make trouble." So saying, he took off the shoulder from his shoulder and put it on his head.

Shen Shusheng was taken aback, isn't there a large deserted tomb in the western suburbs of the Daimyo's Mansion?

At this time, a pedestrian at the entrance of the alley stopped and looked into the alley, and asked, "It's Lao Wu, who is that?" This ghost looks ordinary, but there is a fist-sized hole in the back of his head, which is obviously knocked to death.

Wu Bo explained: "You really made people break their heads, and you don't even recognize the junior who was strangled to death?" Shen Shusheng was very surprised, he didn't expect that the introducer in this place would first introduce how he died.

While he was thinking about it, Uncle Wu secretly tugged at his sleeve, Shen Shusheng nodded hurriedly, and responded a few times.

The man's head was not very dexterous, so he nodded and said, "It's still early, don't forget to go to the 'Phosphorus Fire Meeting' at noon, and you won't have to eat if it's late." With that, he left.

Wu Bo breathed a sigh of relief, pulled Shen Shusheng, turned to a remote alley, walked to a room, and broke in.

Shen Shusheng took a break and asked, "Uncle Wu, what are we running?" People here, no, can the ghosts here still eat us?"

Wu Bo sneered, just didn't say anything, and finally said, "You just stay here." It made Shen Shusheng feel a chill.

Ling Su was also standing outside the city of Mingli at this time, if there was nothing, if it was nothing, if it was real. The city gate is engraved with the words "Mingli City", and the heart says:

"This is the so-called ghost market, not all ghosts are willing to reincarnate, although you can expect the next life, but once you enter the reincarnation, your heart is completely lost, and some ghosts also feel that it is better to be a ghost than to be a person, I don't know how to be hungry, not afraid of cold and heat, free and easy, when the emperor of Donghua is there, the power of heaven and earth is huge, negligent but not leaky, but there are no these things, but now, where there is some mana, some relationship, you can pull up a group of ghosts, occupy the mountain as the king, Yin Si is also unintentional crusade, everyone is safe and sound, just like the Chang Guogong in Hangzhou Mansion, if he didn't know how to converge, I'm afraid the city god would not have to find a way to get rid of it。 ”

"But it just so happens that I haven't seen the appearance of this ghost market, so it's better to stop by and take a look!" Ling Su thought, so he cast a spell, and soon, the aura of the living on his body gradually converged, and then the aura became no different from those ghosts, and then he walked into this city of reason. (To be continued.) )