Extra Chapter: My First Meeting with Little Shen Laoye (2)

Before he could figure out what was going on, a creaking sound came from the front, like a rusty iron door being pushed open.

Shen Qing looked up alertly, and saw two figures floating in.

The one walking on the left was dressed in white, his face was pale, his tongue was sticking out, and there seemed to be saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth;

The one on the right was wearing black clothes and had a dark complexion. The corners of his mouth were raised in a strange arc, revealing his white teeth.

They were floating half a foot above the ground, with nothing beneath their feet, no shadows.

Shen Qingze's heart suddenly shrank——

Black and White Impermanence? The legendary ghosts that take souls and take lives?!

Shen Qingze's pupils suddenly contracted when the two figures floated in.

My heart felt like it was being gripped by an ice-cold hand, and even my breathing skipped a beat.

“Really…”

He bit his lower lip subconsciously, and only when he tasted a hint of blood on the tip of his tongue did he manage to calm down.

I used to wander around the edge of the Yin and Yang world and saw many wandering ghosts.

But I never thought that the legendary soul-catcher actually existed.

The cold air emanating from the two ghosts was even colder than the stone walls of the dungeon, and seemed to be able to freeze a person's soul.

Shen Qing couldn't help but shrink his shoulders back, and felt a chill on the stone wall against which his back rested.

It actually gave him a false sense of security.

When the cell door snapped open, his fingers clenched the straw beneath him.

The rough grass clippings pierced into the palm of my hand, bringing a sharp pain.

This is not a dream!

The ghost who signed the contract with him really had bad intentions.

I was promised that I could see my master again, but I was thrown into this kind of place and was escorted by the Black and White Impermanence.

Is he going to be dragged away and tortured? !

When the Bull Head Officer walked in, Shen Qingze's breathing almost stopped.

The pair of curved horns shone glossy in the dim light, and the rough skin was as wrinkled as the bark of an old tree.

When the big hand like an iron clamp grasped my arm, the piercing pain spread along my skin.

But what he was thinking was: Is this the official from the underworld? Is he really dead?

The talisman on his wrist suddenly felt hot, and a faint golden light reflected on the back of his pale hand.

Shen Qing stared at the light, feeling a sense of absurd relief.

At least there is something to prove that I am not a soul that can be completely slaughtered.

But then he was overwhelmed by deeper doubts: when signing the contract, the ghost said "neither birth nor death", is this the price of immortality?

Imprisoned in the underworld, never to see the light of day? !

As he was dragged out by the Bull-Headed Officer, the sobbing sounds coming from the cells on both sides pierced his ears like needles.

Shen Qingze's eyes swept across the swaying shadows, and he suddenly remembered what the old master said before he died: "Yin and Yang have boundaries, and you cannot cross them."

Is he...breaking into a place he shouldn't be?

His teeth were sore from biting them, but he dared not make any sound.

He could feel the bull-headed officer pulling him harder and harder, and his bones seemed to be crushed.

But compared to the pain in my body, the panic in my heart is even worse——

He didn't know what was waiting for him, nor did he know what kind of trap the ghost's promise concealed.

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The cold wind blew the sand across my face.

Shen Qing was pushed forward violently by the Bull-Headed Officer and staggered into the team in front.

My back hit something hard.

When he staggered to his feet, his fingertips had already dug into his palms——

The "prisoners" around them hung their heads, the chains on their necks dragged on the ground, making a rustling sound.

The exposed arms were covered with purple whip marks, like rags that had been torn repeatedly.

This scene made his stomach churn.

The eighteen levels of hell torture that the master had talked about suddenly exploded in my mind.

Is this really what I am going to end up like? !

When the Bull Head Officer's big hand pressed on the back of his neck, Shen Qing could feel the sulfur-like heat from the rough palm.

“Kneel down!”

A low roar hit his ears, and his knees hit the ground heavily.

The hard stone surface was like a rusty knife, instantly cutting through the pants and embedding into the flesh.

pain.

The sharp pain mixed with the biting cold made him shiver uncontrollably.

My sight fell on the uneven patterns on the ground——

There were marks of scratches from fingernails, densely packed and of varying depths, as if countless hands were struggling before death.

These lines are stained with dark red stains, and if you get close you can smell a faint smell of blood.

Mixed with the stench, it made him dizzy.

The black stone throne in front of him suddenly caught his eye.

On the chair back carved with a ghost face, the arc of bared fangs seemed to be grinning fiercely, and the snake-like patterns wrapped around the chair legs were spitting out their tongues. The entire throne was glowing coldly in the gray mist, like a dormant giant beast.

Shen Qingze's Adam's apple rolled, and his heart was beating wildly in his chest.

How can this be a place where I can see my master? This is clearly a court of judgment!

When the ghost said “goodbye, my loved ones”, could it be that he wanted to reunite with his master’s soul in the underworld?

As soon as this thought came up, he ruthlessly extinguished it.

I was already sweating coldly on my back.

“They are all extremely evil people and should be disciplined to clear their verdicts.”

Bai Wuchang's voice was like a rusty saw, scratching his eardrums and causing pain.

Shen Qing suddenly looked up and saw Bai Wuchang sticking out his tongue.

The tip of the tongue hung on the chin, and the mucus dripped onto the chest, leaving dark marks.

"From now on, you will be unconditional servants of the underworld and must complete all assigned tasks until your sins are washed away."

"fraud!"

Shen Qing growled in his heart, his nails digging deep into his palms.

What "immortal and indestructible" and "always by your side" are all lies!

This is clearly a way of kidnapping me to be a hard laborer, and I will never be able to get out of this situation!

He stared at Bai Wuchang's pale face and suddenly felt it was ridiculous.

Could this be some crew filming a horror movie?

But the stinging pain from the spell on my wrist was real, and the bleeding from the wound on my knee was real.

The blood-freezing coldness from the surrounding ghost officials is also real.

When the black fog rolled over, Shen Qingze's pupils suddenly contracted.

The fog seemed alive, rolling and swallowing the light.

Wherever he passed, even the ghost officials' breathing became lighter.

The talisman on my wrist suddenly felt hot, as if a ball of fire was flowing under my skin, along my blood vessels and drilling into my heart.

He was shaking with pain and subconsciously covered his wrist.

The talisman felt hot when he touched it with his fingertips. Golden light seeped through his fingers, blurring his vision.

"court death!"

Suddenly, a huge force came from behind, and Shen Qing fell forward like a rag doll.

The internal organs in my chest seemed to have been shaken out of place, and a fishy, sweet smell of blood surged in my throat.

He leaned on the ground in a panic, his forehead almost touching the cold stone surface.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the Bull-Headed Officer retracting his fist, with black scales still on his knuckles.

The ghosts around them suddenly bent down, and even the air was shaking with the crisp sound of the iron chains colliding.

"Owner!"

"The Supreme God of the Underworld!"

When the waves of shouting came over him, Shen Qingze's scalp felt numb.

The pressure from the black fog became heavier and heavier, like a mountain pressing down on his back, leaving him without the strength to even lift his head.

The talisman on my wrist hurt even more.

The golden light flickered, as if it was fighting against something.

Who is this "God"?

Is it the ghost who signed the contract with me?

He recalled the chill in the ghost's voice when he said "The immortal is always by my side", and suddenly understood -

The so-called "company" is probably to be trapped beside this god forever, as a slave without freedom!

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the ground and leaving a small wet mark.

Shen Qing clenched his teeth tightly to prevent the sound of his teeth chattering from leaking out.

It's over.

This time it's really over.