Article 274
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On the left and right ends, deep in the reed leaves, there is a man and a woman singing and dreaming, seeming sad and yet peaceful.
"I fell into the thundery abyss, and my limbs were reduced to mud. My head fell into the vast sky, and my eyes were withered and crushed into dust. The red ants ate my heart and soul. The vultures pecked at my belly... Only my soul came back... Only the soul comes back..."
The yellow spring and clear water flow eastward, and everything in front of you cannot be pursued.
The ink burned on the bamboo raft for a long time, and suddenly, a towering archway appeared in the heavy night.
As he got closer, he saw that the archway was huge and magnificent. But the small details are full of miraculous craftsmanship, and the gold is flying. It is like an evil beast covered with beeswax beads, gold, stone and jade pieces, brilliant but sinister and treacherous. It squats in the dark night, opening its smelly bloody mouth, waiting for countless lonely ghosts throughout the ages to be sent into its stomach.
As we got closer, we saw that the turret was ferocious, like fangs piercing the sun, and its head was majestic, as if listening to the world's injustice.
It couldn't be any closer. Chu Wanning's remnant soul seemed to feel uneasy, and the golden light in the lantern was bright and dark, swaying slightly.
"It's okay." Mo Ran felt his uneasiness, holding the lamp, his lips close to the paper, whispering comfort, and sending more of his spiritual power to accompany him.
"Master, don't be afraid, I am here."
The lights trembled slightly, and after a while, they returned to tranquility.
Mo Ran lowered his thick eyelashes, glanced into the lamp, couldn't help but smile, stretched out his hand, touched the edge of the lamp, and then hugged him tighter.
In the dark night, the three characters "Ghost Pass" loomed large and bright, as if they had just been written in the blood of living people.
The bamboo raft docked, and Mo Ran stepped on the yellow spring road where even the soil smelled of blood.
As he walked forward, there were more and more people around him, including men and women, old and young, as well as corpses of babies who died shortly after birth. They were all crying and drifting into the depths of the underworld.
No matter he was an emperor, general or minister, rich and glorious, or he was a commoner and poor man. No matter how much money he brings, he will be buried with him.
At this point, at this point. I have to bravely walk this road alone.
Mo Ran followed the bustling soul flow and came to the entrance of the ghost world.
There was a man sitting there, shaking a cattail leaf fan in his hand. He was dressed like a soldier. His stomach was cut open when he died, so his intestines would flow out from time to time.
The gatekeeper impatiently pushed his own intestines back with the handle of the fan, raised his eyes and lazily questioned the newly deceased ghost.
"What is your name?"
"Sun Erwu."
"How did you die?"
"I, I will die of old age."
The gatekeeper took a big stamp and casually stamped "Old Death" on the photo sticker in the ghost world, and handed it to Sun Erwu: "Don't throw away the sign. If you lose it, go to the Seventeenth Hall to get a replacement. Let's go, next one." .”
Sun Erwu was very nervous. Probably everyone who had just died would be nervous no matter how brave or know-it-all he was during his lifetime. "Then, am I going to be tried? I'm a good person. I was never stupid when I was alive. I wonder if I can steal a good fetus and at least give me a rich wife... "
The old man kept talking uneasily.
The gatekeeper heard his ears tingling and waved his hand: "Judgment? The sun has not yet come. There are so many souls in the ghost world. You have to wait ten or eight years to be reincarnated. When it is not your turn, you will be in the ghost world." Just wait, it's not much different from the earthly world. When it's your turn, you can tell the judge whether you have killed a man or not, and whether you have married a wife. Next."
Sun Erwu was stunned, stuttering and speaking in a local accent: "Ten or eight years?"
The ink-burning platoon not far away was also surprised to hear: "What? Do you have to stay for so long before you can be tried and reincarnated?"
"Of course, but if it's a heinous crime or a soul that's not right, then it's a different matter." The guard heard this and smiled maliciously. When he smiled, his intestines came out again, and he stuffed it again. Go back, "Those who enter the eighteenth level of purgatory never have to wait long."
Mo Ran: "..."
Sun Erwu, a twenty-five-year-old boy, wanted to ask again, but the officer and soldier's patience seemed to have come to an end. He kept waving his hands and saying: "Let's go, let's go. Everyone is rushing to be reincarnated. Don't stand in the way, please." One, next.”
Sun Erwu was slapped by his cattail leaf and drove away.
The next one was a young woman, her face was covered with makeup, but she was still pretty. As soon as she spoke, her eyes showed a certain kind of self-confidence and charm unique to her profession, and she said softly: "Master, the little girl Jin Hua'er, is it? Beaten to death by bullies..."
The ghosts are chattering, everyone has their own way of death, and everyone has their own thoughts.
All the chaotic images are settled here. Nothing could be more lively and chaotic than this. But Mo Ran only hugged the lamp in his arms tightly.
He owed it to his master, and he didn't care about anything else.
He just needs to find the remaining lonely soul of his master.
"name?"
The gatekeeper yawned and looked up at Mo Ran.
Mo Ran was about to speak, but the guard suddenly froze. He seemed to realize that something was wrong with this person, and suddenly stood up and stared at his face.
"..."
The secret of the ink burning is not good, not to mention that he is a person who has died once, and I don't know if his soul is weird. Even if not, he is holding the remnant soul of another person in his arms, which is worthy of questioning. But there is no second entrance to the ghost world, so there is no way to escape.
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