C21 I Dreamt of the Underworld

But Wang Yong and the others didn't know how to stop. After they had touched the dust on Jin Mu's nose, they turned their attention back to the corridor where an old man walked in. The old man was holding a big and strong bag in his hand, and he was limping all the way here.

The old man's clothes were tattered and there were patches on them. However, they were clean and tidy, and his hair was neat and tidy.

He shouldn't be rich, but he was serious about his life.

He walked behind me and sat down, holding a big bag in his hand. He didn't know how to put it... He was old, and he could even put such a big bag in it. He definitely wouldn't be able to reach the luggage rack. I hesitated for a moment before waking up Jin Mu, who was taking a nap. " Tell me, are you going to help me pack my luggage up?"

Then Jin Mu gave me an expression that said, Go ahead and do it yourself.

If I was also a strong man, I would definitely not let go of the responsibility. Why would I need to beg Jin Mu in such a low voice? But I am just a weak little girl. I am afraid that I can't lift myself up. I still have to move my waist...

Then, that would be a disgrace to my grandma's house.

"Sir, let me help you." Wang Jue was the first to walk over. He smiled and said he wanted to help Sir take it to the luggage rack. However, just as he finished speaking, Sir reacted quickly and held the bag in his arms. " No, no, you... Don't touch it. I... I don't want to let it go, I want to keep it safe. "

His body trembled, and he pulled the bag tightly. "The things inside are important to me, but also important to me. I'll tell you, I'll tell you, stay away from this bag."

He raised his hand and frantically pointed at each and every one of us.

"He really doesn't know what's good for him. The young man wants to help him catch it. He's actually so fierce. He deserves to be alone on the train. " The middle-aged woman sitting diagonally across from me complained as she knitted her scarf. When I got on the train, she was weaving her scarf. She had already woven for a long time.

When she was weaving her scarf, there was a faint smile on her face. Although she was old, when she smiled, one could still vaguely tell that she was once Fenghua.

When the old man heard this, he was slightly stunned. However, he still pulled his bag tightly. "It's my business that I'm fierce. Anyway, I won't give the bag to someone else. It can only be with me. I want to watch it twenty-four hours a day!"

Wang Jue's hand stopped in midair. After being rejected by the old man, there was only awkwardness left.

"Go back." Wang Yong put one hand on Wang Jue's shoulder. "If you want to help him, he won't appreciate it. Then forget it. Anyway, your hot face is on your cold butt. Next time you do this, think about whether people will thank you or not. '

He said it in a sarcastic manner, but it was also extremely sour.

Wang Yong had taken Wang Jue away, and the matter had come to an end. When the old man saw them leave, he hurriedly hugged his bag and sat down. Because the carriage was empty and there was no one inside, he occupied a row of seats. In addition to his attitude towards Wang Jue just now, it made the surrounding people involuntarily avoid him. Hide far away.

I'm so tired, and I don't want to care about their stupid matters. I might as well close my eyes. Plus, I was tired from the journey, so I fell asleep in just a short while. It was probably because Jin Mu was sleeping beside me, so I actually went to the Underworld in my dream...

I once went to the Necropolis of Necropolis, which was just a river away from the Mountain City. The entire place was filled with temples. It is different from places like the Jade Emperor Temple in the Holy Water Temple. The place that consecrates the Underworld is the Ten Palaces. Various Hell King Magistrates, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva...

Although it was dazzling and resplendent, it also made people revere it.

The scene in front of me now is very similar to the hell I saw at that time...

Thus, I can almost be certain that this is the Underworld.

Behind me, the soul-reaping Black White Duo Demons are leading a group of dead souls in. The dead souls are expressionless and have confused expressions, as if their three souls and seven souls aren't complete, so even if they die in the Underworld, there isn't any special grief.

They seem like walking corpses.

The Ghost Messenger passed by me along with the specters, and he seems to be unable to see me. He was muttering to himself. "In this world, it's not easy to be a ghost. Over the years, the Underworld King has become more and more temperamental, and his personality has changed drastically. He's simply going to tear apart the Underworld."

As he spoke, he clicked his tongue and shook his head, while White Impermanence immediately rolled her eyes at him. "Don't say anymore. If these words are heard by other ghosts, I'm afraid you'll receive a heavy punishment."

After he finished speaking, he placed the whip on the little ghosts beside him and reminded them. "You guys are quite good. You didn't hear what he said just now. Got it?"

"Got it. Got it." Imp nodded his head repeatedly and covered his ears with his hands.

He took them and passed through a dirty, colorless Three Paths River. The Three Paths River was filled with the corpses of evil ghosts, as well as all kinds of dust. The smell was not very pleasant either...

I heard that when people stand in the Three Paths River, they can see their past, present, and future lives. However, it's only after they die that I can show you. There's no other use. Because...

The past can't be changed, the future can't be predicted, now it's already lost...

So when he was in the Three-Way River, he could see everything. It was all Qi Ran. The ghosts began to weep the moment they stepped into the Three-Way River, but ghosts didn't shed tears. That was why they only bled from that hole...

I stared blankly at their empty eyes, filled with endless grief.

The scene before me suddenly changed, becoming even more filthy. The scene of the Underworld appeared in my dream like a movie. In my dream, the Underworld King was seriously ill and weakly lay on the soft couch. There were also trembling ghosts around him.

"You still haven't found the ghost doctor? What about Chu Qiao? Don't tell me that after she dies, there are no more unk s to treat me!" Pluto was furious and threw the teacup in his hand onto the ground. He was furious at the group of ghost servants kneeling on the ground. Then, he told the judge who was in charge of recording. He said that he wanted to banish all these ghost servants to the wilderness, and that they would never be able to return. That place was barren, and the only thing that could be eaten was the land...

The ghost messengers begged for mercy, but Pluto was already determined, so whatever he said would not work. He only waved his hand to make them retreat.

I stand behind the Magistrate, he picks up a pen and draws on the book. He didn't write about Pluto's punishment for those people, but...

"The Underworld King is licentious and lustful, and he has a severe illness. If anything goes wrong, he will scold the people around him and sentence them to exile in the wilderness. He will only listen to his own preferences and never consider other people's thoughts..."

I widened my eyes. Isn't he too bold? He clearly knew that the King of Hell was lustful and vengeful, yet he could even write such words on it. He was really tired of living. I ridiculed him in my heart. The Magistrate raised his head and looked at me. His eyes were so cold that I couldn't help but shiver!