Chapter 127

Lou Sheng did not give Zhang Kaifa a clear answer, but his trembling eyelashes and forced stiff expression revealed his uneasiness.

Maybe it's an exaggeration, the situation may not be that bad.

Logically speaking, he used to be a ghost messenger, so maybe he could use some connections. But a few days ago, Brother Tielian told him that he didn't need to come anymore.

Lou Sheng was suddenly in a state of confusion, feeling a heavy, cold sensation on his back. He turned around and realized it was Ying Zhisheng hugging him.

Zhenzhen came to discuss the matter with him: "Suicide is a crime, but compared to punishments like being frying in oil or being cut into pieces, it's already very light. Why don't you plead with the ghost officer for mercy? After all, we've been colleagues for so many years."

At this time, Zhou Qing pointed out: "It's only ten years. To those ghost officials, it's just a blink of an eye. They won't agree."

Bai Yi sighed, "How about I ask my boss to build five, six, seven, or eight more temples for Brother Lou Sheng, and then use the merits to bribe the ghost messenger?"

"Do you really think they get along well?"

"Then what should we do?"

Lou Sheng didn't know either. He just held Ying Zhisheng's hand and remained silent.

The rules underground were strict, but not loose either; it all depended on whether one was caught or discovered. Lou Sheng had heard the shrill screams of tortured ghosts, echoing one after another, attracting black cats with glint-eyed eyes and startling flocks of blue ghost birds.

The ghosts watching and the ghost messengers on duty would laugh excitedly.

He was already feeling annoyed because Ying Zhisheng insisted on kissing him from time to time.

Lou Sheng turned around suddenly, reached out his hand, touched the other person's head and asked, "Does it hurt?"

“…” Ying Zhisheng just stared at him without saying anything.

"Fool," Lou Sheng muttered, looking like he was about to cry but holding it back, he shouted, "You're just a fool! You even swallowed the ring before you died. It's not a treasure at all. If you hadn't jumped off the building, I could have bought you a thousand or ten thousand more!"

Dong Chi, who was bowing to the portrait, raised his head and said, "No way, buddy, where would I get so much money to buy you 10,000 rings? We are a small business owner, but we are not as rich as your mother."

Vulgar, only knows how to talk about money.

Lou Sheng took out a stack of ghost money and stuffed it into Ying Zhisheng's hand: "Tell me what you need, I can get you anything you want. You can play with your body first, I'll go downstairs to find Brother Tielian."

He wanted to find out the specific circumstances surrounding Yingzhi's life and death.

——

Endless darkness, red and green will-o'-the-wisp flames whirring back and forth. The ghost messenger, swinging his chains, sat on the skull with a scowl on his face. My butt hurt a little, and when I looked down, I realized—ah, in that open mouth, several large gold teeth were poking at my butt.

A blood-red moon shone in the sky, and red spider lilies swayed. The ghost saw a tall, thin boy in a jacket approaching. His eyes were bright and passionate, reminding me of the dazzling sun in the human world and the waves of spring lake water.

"Lou Sheng." The ghost greeted him.

"Brother." Lou Sheng lowered his posture and said with a smile: "I came here to..."

"Oh, that's enough, stop talking." The ghost interrupted directly, "The underworld has its own rules, and it's no use smiling at me. Every ghost must go to the King of Hell's Palace and see the cause and effect of all the good and evil deeds in their lives. I still haven't found Liu Qing, the one you let go, so I'm lucky I didn't hold you accountable."

Lou Sheng's smile faded, and he said reluctantly, "Then Ying Zhisheng..."

"Don't you know that suicide is also a sin? You were originally charged with this crime, but your merits were so great that the master let you go."

At this point, Lou Sheng finally perked up and saw hope. "Then give my merits to Ying Zhisheng..."

"I can't." said the ghost.

Zhang Kaifa would, but Zhang Kaifa would not help them.

Lou Sheng lowered his eyes, remained silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "Brother, please give me a few days, and I will think of a solution."

The ghost was shocked and said, "Three days of grace. Don't feel pressured. The crime of suicide is not too serious. You won't be tortured too much."

“…”

"OK."

Lou Sheng had a plan in mind, and he went to see Yu Gengshi again to confirm that transferring merit was a forbidden technique, even for Grandma Zhu. He returned to the funeral, squatted by the brazier, and smoked a cigarette.

Seeing him come back so quickly, Dong Chi threw the bag of Huazi to him and kindly asked, "Is it enough?"

"I, cough cough... cough, please don't bother me." Lou Sheng waved his hands in panic, almost choked to death by the smoke.

Ying Zhisheng was busy pinching the soft flesh on the back of Lou Sheng's neck. The man was not worried at all, he just felt the joy of being able to touch his beloved without any scruples.

When a person first dies, their mind is in a state of confusion, unable to remember their past, and they wander around the world. Ying Zhisheng was in the same situation, but he didn't wander around because someone was attractive enough to keep him here.

Gao Xinhua squatted down and asked Lou Sheng gently, "What should I do, my child?"

"Let's talk about it later." Lou Sheng seemed to have nowhere to go, but he already had an idea in his mind...

Choose to report Brother Tielian.

Let him copy the Ghost Messenger Code.

…

Lou Sheng didn't know what was wrong with Ying Zhisheng; he was still very petty. After talking to Zhenzhen for a few more words, he started to lose his temper, overturned the brazier where paper money was burned, and almost caused a fire.

But he couldn't bear to see the evil spirit survive, so he stared at the dark ghost as a warning.

Then Ying Zhisheng will be satisfied.

At night, Lou Sheng stood by the window, looking up at the moon in the night sky. He stood there for a long time, as if thinking about something.

The ghost behind him climbed up again and surrounded Lou Sheng tightly.

"How did you become like this?" This was so different from Ying Zhisheng's usual rational appearance that Lou Sheng suspected he had changed. He held Ying Zhisheng's dark face and observed it carefully. "It's you. How can a big star be so clingy?"

Ying Zhisheng curved his lips into a smile, but his resentment was too heavy and his soul was too dark to be seen.

Lou Shengpiao returned to the room, and Ying Zhisheng followed closely.

Lou Sheng stared at the photo on the table in a daze. It was one of the few photos of the two of them together. Two young boys in school uniforms were making a "V" sign to the camera.

How did it end up like this? How did they all die?

Lou Sheng didn't understand.

The ghost behind him caressed his waist, moving it down and up, sucking and biting it gently. Lou Sheng felt strange and was about to push him away when a force hit him. He stumbled forward and supported himself on the table with one hand.

"Ying Zhisheng, what are you crazy about?"

Ying Zhisheng lifted his chin and kissed him.

He was really crazy. He had never done these things with Ying Zhisheng's ghost.

Lou Sheng felt the pain and struggled: "Aren't you stupid?"

"I remember."

Lou Sheng froze, stopped moving, and looked back at him: "Remember what?"

"I have memories of the day I jumped to my death." That's all I remember about that day.

Lou Sheng felt cold and was shivering all over.

Why does Eung Ji-seng only remember the day he committed suicide? Is this related to the upcoming trial and punishment?

Through tears, Lou Sheng looked up and saw the photo of the two of them on the table. As the changes happened, the photo swayed and fell down with a thud...

It's so annoying.

Lou Sheng could no longer take care of it.

…

After the funeral, Zhang Kaifa returned to the Taoist temple where he was raised. He wore a small gourd on his chest, his clothes stained with blood, and when he took off his jacket, his white short-sleeved shirt was visible beneath a large patch of bright red. Even his jeans were speckled with dark spots.

Zhang Kaifa killed Chen Ji.

The reason was simple. Chen Ji hated and was angry at Liu Qing's contemptuous attitude.

After the killing, Zhang Kaifa rushed back to the Taoist temple, a small hill where he was born and raised. He had gone there to collect branches and chop firewood, raise sparrows and catch rabbits. One time, he accidentally rolled down a slope, but luckily he was fat and stuck in a tree. His fellow disciples laughed at him, but also felt sorry for him.

There were long nails on the ground, which were used to seal the coffin. He knelt down in front of the ancestral tablet with a plop, and Zhang Kaifa put his hands together and prayed for everything to go well.

"Grandmaster, I have failed the Taoist temple's expectations and teachings. I have failed to save the world and save people. I only want to save one person."

"Now I can't turn back. Please bless me. This trip can change the girl's fate."

"I feel guilty and deserve death."

"I feel guilty! I deserve death!"

Zhang Kaifa kowtowed, his eyes filled with fierceness, and his forehead slammed to the ground.

Boom——

Boom——

Boom!

The kneeling man collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open, blood streaming from the whites of his eyes, his eyes wide open in death. A nail was deeply embedded in the center of his forehead, his death was decisive and resolute.

He wants to die and go underground.

Zhang Kaifa knew that Lou Sheng would help him get the Samsara Pen because the underworld was harsh and merciless in its punishment.

——

The ghost messenger, his iron chain tied around his waist, concentrated on copying the rules a hundred times with a brush, his hands practically smoking from copying. He trusted his successor, Zhenzhen, completely oblivious to the chaos outside.

Fires were burning in the dark underworld, and the night cats were screaming and wagging their tails.

The two cow and horse heads hanging at the top had some of their hair plucked out.

Bai Yi and Zhou Qing started fighting immediately, and the fight was so fierce that even Niu Tou, who came to stop them, was beaten up. He was slapped twice and was dizzy.

It was a mess. Li Ping was making a big fuss in the underworld like a mad horse, kicking everyone he saw. Even Grandma Zhu was having a seizure, yelling at me to teach them a lesson. In the last kick, he almost kicked the ox's front teeth out.

Especially Zhenzhen, as a new ghost messenger, her sudden betrayal was beyond everyone's expectations. She kept guarding and didn't let anyone inform Tielian brother, and it was no problem for her to kill three ghosts with one punch.

"Someone—"

"Someone is attacking the underworld—"

"Someone come! Oh no! Come on, ghosts, use your magic weapon to beat them down!"

You know, the last time it was a monkey that caused trouble in the underworld, but these were just a few ordinary humans who were extremely daring.

Patton followed along, his little arms and legs unable to do anything, so he just acted as the atmosphere group and whimpered.

Soon, the restlessness of these ordinary ghosts was about to be suppressed. Until Zhang Kaifa arrived.

He brought with him all the ghost kings he had captured over the years, and sat cross-legged in the center of the chaotic fight, muttering to himself and asking for blessings from his ancestors... Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and gradually he began to bleed from all his orifices.

However, at this time, Lou Sheng, who had sneaked into the King of Hell's Palace alone, was so nervous that he could not even walk steadily.

There is a god above your head.

Looking up, I couldn't see the appearance of the god, let alone whether the god high above existed at this moment.

Cautious as I could be, I ascended the steps one by one, and saw a dozen statues, still asleep and not yet awake. They were all believers, who had come to help guard the Hades' Palace after death.

He hurried to the desk with all his might. Standing here, he could take in the entire vast temple, and every clue was clearly visible.

Lou Sheng was dead, but he thought he could hear his own nervous, rapid breathing. Just as his fingertips were about to touch the palm-sized, pitch-black brush in the center, which shone with a cold light, there was a sudden roar:

"let me!"

Zhang Kaifa was covered in blood. There was not a single piece of healthy flesh on his visible skin. It was all rotten and full of holes, like a big honeycomb.

Zhang Kaifa walked over quickly as if nothing had happened, leaving behind only a series of bloody footprints.

"Lou Sheng, let me do it! I'll write the destiny for you and Liu Qing." His eyes were blazing with excitement. He fell down awkwardly but got up again, spitting out his mouth and shouting, "Give it to me! Give it to me! I'll help you write it!"

Lou Sheng handed him the pen and leaned over to watch Zhang Kaifa write. The book of life and death flipped frantically, making a rustling sound. When it finally turned to Liu Qing's page, Zhang Kaifa slammed his hand on the table, revealing a ferocious grin of ecstasy.

Coincidentally, Liu Qing and Lou Shengying are on the same page.

Zhang Kaifa picked up his pen and wrote...

There is no ink when writing.

He dipped the ink, brow twitched, and continued writing...

Still no ink, cannot be changed.

Zhang Kaifa's strokes, seemingly possessed by a demon, grew more and more powerful. Soon, blood began to flow from all his orifices, and blood foamed at the corners of his mouth. Lou Sheng witnessed Zhang Kaifa's eyeballs slowly being squeezed out, some deformed and some flattened, then suddenly exploding, leaving only two bloody holes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Lou Sheng, change it! Change it!"

Noticing the sight, Lou Sheng looked up—

A huge eye was watching them quietly above their heads.

Lou Sheng met those calm, ruthless and desireless eyes, and the air seemed to freeze.

He had a premonition that if he started writing, he would end up like Zhang Kaifa.

Lou Sheng did not take the pen, but picked up the Book of Life and Death, staring straight at the eye, his fingers turning white from exerting so much force.

With a loud tearing sound, God closed his eyes.

The world fell into darkness.