In a state of war, the City of the Dead is short of manpower.

Well-behaved criminals like Yang Lin were promised a reduced sentence if they helped defend the city.

Although Yang Lin didn't know how long his sentence would be, he still threw himself into his work with great enthusiasm.

As long as he can leave the underworld and this damn place, he can do anything!

The monsters and demons here, both male and female, are so scary!

He actively helped treat the wounded and transport prisoners of war.

The ghost sea stopped attacking, and he was assigned to help move the treasure...

The endless treasures made Yang Lin feel a little depressed...

So rich...

Then, the war started again...

He saw two Dharma images...

The three-headed, six-armed Dharma image...

Even his second uncle couldn't use his Dharma image for long...

Actually swimming directly in the ghost sea...

Then, he saw the ghost fairy again...

That ghostly immortal turned out to be the famous King Wen of Shu...

He began to feel numb. He felt that his life had been lived in vain. It was only when he went down to the underworld that his eyes were truly opened.

Is this the foundation that Kong Hanan built from scratch?

That Ghost Sea, those two Dharma-aspect masters, King Wen of Shu...

Is this the enemy Kong Hanan faces every day?

Then, he saw the figure standing on the top of the city from afar...

The commanding Kong Hanan, the playful and angry Kong Hanan...

While chatting and laughing, Kong Hanan wiped out his enemies...

And he was nothing more than a slave watching from afar amidst the flames of war…

At first, he was a little gloating.

I kind of look forward to the ghost immortals destroying the city of the dead, the two Dharma masters destroying the city of the dead, and the sea of ​​ghosts swallowing up the city of the dead...

At this moment, he only felt deep despair...

In particular, those monsters with three heads and six arms and two heads and four arms were taken into the city.

The sea of ​​ghosts in the sky turned into countless obedient citizens.

King Wen of Shu bowed his head to Kong Hanan.

He finally understood why the emperor chose Kong Hanan.

"Are you Protector Yang?"

A horse demon with two guns on his back who was escorting the Dharma-image demon saw him and asked.

He nodded.

The horse demon exclaimed.

"What a mess! Why did I send you to the City of the Dead? You should go to Hell. If you can successfully challenge Hell, you can return to your soul."

"My name is Ma Mian. Follow me and I'll take you there later."

Hope rekindled in Yang Lin's eyes.

So what if I am not as good as Kong Hanan at the moment!

He also has a good family background and outstanding talent. Who knows if the situation will be reversed in a few years.

In the future, he wants to be like Yang Lin, who stands on the city wall and reduces masts and oars to ashes while chatting and laughing.

He wanted to make Kong Hanan a soldier who could only see through the gaps between people and envy him from afar!

"Bah... What the hell? It's just relying on the favor of the Emperor Dongyue!"

The monster with three heads and six arms spat.

Yang Lin felt vaguely that this sentence sounded familiar.

Ma Mian kicked him and said, "Instead of being angry at our master, why don't you think about how to dance, Shura!

My Lord has made a great wish to transform your Shura clan from being good at fighting to being good at singing and dancing!"

Yang Lin couldn't help but be stunned again.

These words are so powerful...

Is this the real Kong Hanan?

I have to say, putting aside his prejudice, Yang Lin began to admire Kong Hanan.

As the Shura tribe was imprisoned, Ma Mian took him to a corner of the City of the Dead and went down underground from a prison.

Yang Lin couldn't help but sigh in his heart, hell, the underground prison, is quite suitable for the name.

"Just a reminder, the Lord mentioned hell before, but hell hasn't been built yet. This is what a few of us subordinates built based on what the Lord said. If you're afraid, you can give up."

Ma Mian spoke.

Yang Lin looked dazed for a moment, then became determined again.

No matter what, he must return to the human world. After experiencing the torture in the underworld, his faith in Taoism became stronger.

Who isn't a genius? Why are you, Kong Hanan, better than me?

Seeing Yang Lin nodded affirmatively, Ma Mian sent him into the cell.

Inside was the corpse of a fox demon and some stones, which seemed to be a shattered statue.

A bell was pressed into his hand.

"The fox demon is skilled in enchantment. It hid in the statue of Hou Tu Niangniang and gained a ray of divinity. When you broke through Yinfeng Mountain and killed it, but after its death, its divinity lingered. So we placed it here as a challenge to Hell."

Yang Lin asked, "What should I do?"

Ma Mian replied, "This bell is a gadget from the Night Beggars. It can sense whether you're attracted to the fox. If you stare at it for too long, you'll start to hallucinate. If you can survive twelve hours without the bell ringing, you'll be considered successful."

Oh, a test of desire? I, Yang Lin, have a firm heart...

He looked and saw that the fox had transformed into a sleeping beauty, who was now openly communicating with him...

He is already in his forties, so logically speaking, he shouldn't be easily moved.

This beauty is not stunningly beautiful, but Yang Lin has a different feeling about her.

It's that kind of attraction that can't be described...

“Ding-ling-ling~!”

The ringing sounded loudly.

Yang Lin looked extremely ashamed.

I looked again, and soon the bell rang again.

Seeing Ma Mian's half-smile on the side, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed and angry.

"There's something wrong with your challenge. I don't believe anyone can remain unmoved!"

Ma Mian said sullenly, "You are the only living person here, but there are many unmoved ghosts here, waiting."

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