"Then don't, I know my own strength, even if you don't compare to me, I know that I can't compare to you, how can my cultivation of more than a thousand years be compared to your two thousand years of cultivation?" said the minotaur very nervously.

"You are a ghost, you have more than a thousand years of cultivation, who are you coaxing?" asked Su Xian with a suspicious expression.

"Otherwise, how can Lao Tzu be a ghost pawn? Which of these old monsters who come and go to the Ghost Gate Gate didn't live long enough to come? How dare you guard the Ghost Gate Pass without any ability, and you don't want to take a look?" said the Minotaur very strangely.

"But you've been cultivating for more than a thousand years, so why are you still a ghost?" Su Xian continued to ask.

"Isn't that because Lao Tzu's cultivation is low?" said the minotaur with an unwilling expression. "More than a thousand years of cultivation is still called low?" Su Xian asked with some disbelief.

"Otherwise, dear, do you think this is the kind of low-level environment in the demon world? My God, how do you calculate it! They can only enter hell after they die, which means that it will be as little as a thousand years, and at most ten thousand years, so naturally if you want to become an official, you have to start with five thousand years of cultivation!" said the minotaur seriously.

"Five thousand years of cultivation, the entire history of China is only five thousand years, you and I can only become an official after five thousand years of cultivation, what are you going to do here to coax children?" Su Xian asked.

"No, no, no, I'm not lying to you, nine times out of ten, those ruthless people are characters left over from the Hongmeng or Flood period, and they will take at least twenty or thirty thousand years, haven't you seen them all?" asked the Minotaur.

"You mean the brothers Holy Child King and Holy Child Boy!" Su Xian suddenly thought about it and said.

The minotaur immediately nodded and said, "That's right, the Holy Infant Boy has cultivated for 20,000 years, and the Holy Infant King has cultivated for 25,000 years, you know all of these!"

"Uh-huh. Su Xian nodded. The minotaur said: "That's right, you can talk about the Holy Infant Boy's 20,000-year cultivation to be dangling in front of the ghost woman's eyes, and I'm only a ghost drizzle with more than 1,000 years of cultivation!"

"My God, it seems that you hell are really rich!" Su Xian said with some envy.

"It can't be said that it is the Heavenly Realm that is really rich, that is, because if the Heavenly Realm wants to go to the Heavens, it must have at least 100,000 years of cultivation, which is very difficult, and it is basically a ruthless person who already exists as soon as the Hongmeng Fruit Tree sprouts!" said the Minotaur with admiration.

"Oh my God, that's pretty bad. Su Xian said with amazement. "Yes, so you see, how much luck it takes to be chosen by the fairy girl!" said the minotaur.

"Okay, then Lao Tzu wants to go back to Ninghai City now, you tell me how to go back!" Su Xian immediately said: "I don't want to go to the Nine Heavens, and I don't want to go to the Five Oceans, so I want to stay in the Yang World for a while until I die?"

The minotaur was a little embarrassed and said, "Didn't the Holy Child King tell you? If it is a dead person or a dead monster, it will be sent to various reincarnation paths by the judge, but if the living want to go out, they will have to go down the hell road again!"

"Hell Road?" Su Xian asked strangely, "It can't be the kind where there is magma everywhere and then there are two evil dragons guarding it, right? After speaking, Su Xian smiled to himself.

The minotaur coughed dryly to relieve the embarrassment, and said, "You've seen too much, you're right, I'm also chasing it, but the real hell road is not like this." ”

"What is that like?" asked Su Xian. "Look at the eyes behind you, they are the eyes of some 100,000-year-old monsters, who stay in hell all day and don't get out. If you want to get out, you'll have to beat them!" said the Minotaur with a wicked grin.

"Defeat them? I'm so full of daydreaming here or what's the matter? Lao Tzu is only two thousand years, and he has gone up to challenge 100,000 years, and there are countless of them, Lao Tzu just wants to die faster!" Su Xian said angrily.

"Then what are you going to do? Die now, but you can't die, you are tied by the yin and yang chain, even if you jump into the weak water, the yin and yang chain will fish you out. The Minotaur explained.

"My God, am I now begging for life and death?" asked Su Xian.

"No, no, no, that's not, don't be so pessimistic! What's more, you can still wait here for the ghost woman to come back, and the ghost woman is playing these things like a joke. The minotaur said with a smile.

"That's!" Su Xian immediately nodded: "This hell was originally in charge of her, and it was strange that she couldn't fight these strange things!"

"Well, you know. Now you can go to Meng Po's place, drink some Meng Po soup, talk about love with the mountain rabbit spirit or something, and meet the big spider under Meng Po's ass or something, it's also very interesting. The Minotaur said.

"Meng Po Tang, Nai He Bridge, Mountain Rabbit Spirit! Interesting, I can even meet legendary characters!" Su Xian shook his head helplessly, although what he said was interesting, Su Xian hoped that he could leave this ghost place as soon as possible.

"Yes, Su Xian, Meng Po is very interesting, very funny, reckless, and easy to forget, she won't ride that spider at every turn, and hit people everywhere!" said the minotaur.

"Is this the Meng Po in the Onmyoji? I happened to play it. Su Xian said.

At this time, there was a black line on the head of the minotaur, and he said helplessly: "I rub, you are really a complete otaku! My God, that thing was actually developed by a hell programmer and sold to the world to make money!"

"Then do you think this Meng Po is really like this?" asked Su Xian. "Yes, and the mountain rabbit spirit, that little child, who speaks milkily. The Minotaur said.

"Are there any Dream Eaters, Onmyoji, Snow Maidens or anything?" Su Xian continued. The minotaur immediately nodded: "It's all there, do you want me to call a lamp god to guide you?"

"I'm scared when I look at that long tongue, you might as well call a faceless man to row a boat for me to help me cross the weak water to the Nai He Bridge, it's more reliable. Su Xian said.

"I don't have to row a boat for a long time, look at me!" So the minotaur immediately snapped his fingers in mid-air, and a large stone floated next to the large stone lotus flower where Su Xian was sitting.

At this time, the minotaur continued: "This thing is called Dadou, it is an exclusive vehicle belonging to hell, it flies very fast, and you can isolate the ghosts by sitting on it, which can help you calm your nerves. ”

"It's so easy to use!" Su Xian said happily, and then naturally jumped up. After Su Xian jumped up, Da Dou began to fly quickly, and after a while, Da Dou sent Su Xian to the side of the Nai He Bridge.

Su Xian raised his head and looked in the direction above his head, the so-called sky was just countless pairs of eyes staring at him, making people feel dense and phobic.

And not far away there was a strange flower, red, like a peony, but its roots were exposed, and on the roots there were countless small flowers, which seemed to have a woman dancing on them.

"Is that the flower on the other side?" asked Su Xian. "Yes, that's the flower on the other side of hell, it's very beautiful!" At this time, the big bucket under Su Xian's body suddenly opened his mouth to speak.

Su Xian was startled, and quickly looked down, and sure enough, it was Dadou talking!, "You can actually speak?" asked Su Xian. "That's nature, Lao Tzu has nine hundred years of cultivation, even if he becomes a human form, it can be dropped!" Dadou said proudly.