Chapter 115: The Fifth Brother is furious about the egg-filled pancakes in the underworld and meets with King Qin Guang (6k)
Lu Wenwu and the Black and White Impermanence walked forward along the road.
Suddenly, there were huge crowds of people and colorful flags fluttering, as if some kind of celebration or gathering was being held.
Lu Wenwu looked around. There were people dancing yangge, dragon and lion dances, and operas on the stage. It was very lively and bustling.
Everyone's face was filled with enthusiastic smiles, and everywhere you looked was a scene of prosperity.
"Not bad! It has a very festive atmosphere here." Lu Wenwu praised sincerely.
In my previous life, there was basically no sense of the New Year during the Chinese New Year, and it was not much different from ordinary days.
After crossing over to Blue Star, his daily life consisted entirely of going to dungeons, practicing, going to dungeons, practicing, going to dungeons again, and practicing again.
Chinese New Year?
No time for the New Year.
In fact, it’s not just Lu Wenwu, most players are in this state.
Practicing Buddhism is like rowing against the current, if you don’t move forward, you will move backward.
If you relax even a little, you will inevitably die.
Lu Wenwu knew in his heart that this Wild Ghost Village was not a good place.
Right now, these are just the souls of those who passed through Jinji Mountain and Evil Dog Ridge but have incomplete limbs.
These are people who do many evil things.
Because they were bitten and scratched crazily by the Golden Rooster and the Evil Ghost Dog, too many of their limbs were broken and they were unable to recover on their own, so they could not move forward.
So they stayed and gathered here, creating a joyful scene.
When the souls of the dead who were confused by the hustle and bustle arrived, they would take the opportunity to take action, snatch the other's souls, and forcibly connect them to their own bodies in order to continue moving forward and enter Fengdu City.
According to ancient traditions, when the souls of the dead arrive at Yegui Village, it is basically the time for their relatives in the world of the living to pay tribute to them.
Burn three pounds and six ounces of ghost money, and the dead souls can use it as bribery to successfully pass the hunting of many remaining ghosts in the Wild Ghost Village.
Hei Wuchang's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.
But Bai Wuchang on the side immediately grabbed him and shook his head slightly with great seriousness.
As impermanence, they can lead the souls along an easier path.
But they cannot speak out to remind people of the mystery, nor can they take the initiative to help.
This is the iron law of the underworld, and even the ghost gods must abide by it.
Lu Wenwu looked at all of this, completely unprepared for this falsely prosperous scene, and immersed himself wholeheartedly in this grand ceremony.
Just like visiting a temple fair, I walked around, looking left and right.
Countless broken evil spirits have been secretly eyeing Lu Wenwu, waiting to snatch a piece of his soul from him.
Such a strong and powerful soul is rare outside Fengdu City.
Lu Wenwu walked around the Wild Ghost Village, stopping and starting, and saw one player after another pouring in, becoming immersed in it, and then suddenly disappearing.
Needless to say, those who disappeared were hunted by many evil spirits and became prey to other wandering ghosts.
As for whether the players who were eaten could survive and return to their own bodies.
No one knows about Lu Wenwu.
He didn't care much about it and just enjoyed the hard-earned New Year atmosphere.
Suddenly, Lu Wenwu's body froze, his nose twitched a few times, and he looked suddenly towards a corner of the Yegui Village, and his eyes lit up.
He ignored the hunger and devouring desire in the eyes of countless evil spirits, strode forward, and arrived in front of the other party in just three or two steps.
Familiar cart.
Familiar grate.
Familiar oven.
Obviously, this is a stall selling egg-filled pancakes and hand-pulled pancakes.
What they sell are the same old-fashioned egg-filled pancakes as his, which are small round ones instead of the new-fashioned large rectangular ones.
"How much do you sell your egg-filled pancakes?" Lu Wenwu asked.
As a chef, it is very necessary to learn from your strengths and overcome your weaknesses.
Only by eating more, learning more and exercising more can your cooking skills be improved. It is not advisable to work in isolation.
Before traveling through time, Lu Wenwu spent several years trying all the egg-filled pancake stalls and shops in the city where he lived.
It was precisely because of his continuous summarization and improvement that he was able to elevate the skill of simple stuffed pancake cooking to the pinnacle in his early twenties.
The evil spirit selling egg-filled pancakes was stunned, his eyes showing undisguised greed. He said, "Three pounds and six ounces of ghost money for one! No bargaining!"
He originally wanted to say 360 kilograms of paper money for the dead.
But after seeing the two ghostly figures, one black and one white, emitting powerful auras behind the other party, he took a sudden detour before speaking.
Three pounds and six ounces of paper money for the dead, this is the market price, the Black and White Impermanence won’t say anything.
If you want more
I guess the Black and White Impermanence wouldn't care about crushing this little soul of mine.
Lu Wenwu was silent for two seconds, then turned to look at the Black and White Impermanence following behind him and said a little embarrassedly, "Two brothers, can you lend me some ghost money? I'll exchange it with you for spiritual money."
"What are you changing? Are you embarrassing your brother?"
Hei Wuchang immediately took out a stack of paper money for the dead and threw it at the ghost of the peddler, waving his hand.
"It's my treat! Eat as much as you want! The food in this Wild Ghost Village is all transformed from their memories before they became ghosts. If the souls who haven't turned into ghosts eat it, it will still taste like the living world. It's not like the ghost food in the Ghost Realm Castle, which is not edible by any living creature except ghosts."
"Understood. Thanks for the reminder."
Lu Wenwu knew Hei Wuchang's temper, so he didn't refuse and just thanked him with a smile.
He turned to the ghost of the vendor and said, "Give me one, the kind you usually make."
"Okay!"
The ghost of the vendor was very happy to receive a lot of paper money. He immediately picked up a stuffed pancake soaked in a thick layer of oil and started to spread sauce and pick up vegetables.
The vegetables are even cabbage disguised as lettuce.
Plus a handful of shredded potatoes and pickles.
Lu Wenwu frowned when he saw this process.
He suddenly felt a little regretful about buying the cake.
Under the expectant gaze of the vendor, Lu Wenwu prepared himself mentally for five seconds before taking a bite.
The taste is just as greasy as you'd imagine.
The dough was hard and not crispy at all, and there was an uncooked white core in the middle.
The taste of raw cabbage is average, and it is extremely difficult to eat because the tendons are not removed.
The pre-cooked shredded potatoes and the salty and spicy pickles completely overwhelmed the flavor of the eggs and pancakes.
What Lu Wenwu could not accept the most was that the vendor made the sauce for the pancakes very thin.
The little flavor to begin with all flowed down the cracks and couldn't stay on the crust at all.
Or maybe they are simply taken out together with the cabbage leaves that cannot be chewed and can only be pulled out.
This makes the whole pancake look even more greasy and choking, like eating unleavened bread soaked in oil, which is very unpalatable.
After barely eating half of it, Lu Wenwu, with a gloomy face, circulated his blood and energy throughout his body, and clenched his right hand violently.
The remaining half of the egg-filled pancake, along with its packaging bag, instantly turned into a ball of negative energy and dissipated.
"You're truly a genius! This is the first time I've seen someone make egg-filled pancakes so unpalatable." Lu Wenwu gave him a thumbs-up. "When it comes to unpalatable food, I'd call you number one."
Hearing Lu Wenwu's comments, the peddler's eyes widened, veins on his forehead bulged, and he looked extremely angry.
If it wasn't for the wrong timing and the fact that he couldn't defeat the opponent alone, he would have let the opponent know why the flowers were so red!
How dare you say the cakes I made are bad?
I'm going to tear your head off and put your face on mine!
The vendor thought so.
He didn't notice the strong anger in Lu Wenwu's eyes.
"How dare you make egg-filled pancakes so unpalatable! And you still have the nerve to sell them! This is an insult to this delicacy!" Lu Wenwu made a sound like a beast, and blood dragon scales were faintly emerging on his body.
Ghost of the peddler: “.”
Brother, is there a possibility that I am staying here just because I have no face?
"In that case, I'll give you a ride and wish you eternal bliss!"
Before he finished speaking, Lu Wenwu raised his hand and threw out a military killing punch.
The fiery dragon of blood and energy intertwined with the energy, instantly evaporating the peddler's soul into nothing, and also clearing out all the remaining souls and buildings from his back to the next stop in the underworld!
Looking from top to bottom, a trail like an angry dragon blatantly penetrates the entire Wild Ghost Village!
At this moment, the Black and White Impermanence, the players, the residual souls, and the ghosts, not a single soul was not dumbfounded.
A player suddenly screamed, "Him! I know him! He's the man who tore apart the vicious dogs at Vicious Dog Ridge with his bare hands and dominated the entire Golden Rooster Mountain!"
Another player chimed in, "Fuck! I remember now, it's this hunk! I wouldn't have been able to get here without him!"
“66666666!”
"Oh my god, this Wild Ghost Village stretching for over ten kilometers was destroyed by him with just one punch!? This guy must be an S+ level expert, right?"
"A bunch of idiots are talking so much nonsense, why don't you just run away! And you're still standing here criticizing me!"
"Fuck, run!"
"What?"
“.”
Because Lu Wenwu was flying too fast with the wings of the magic dragon, the group of ghosts who had bought egg-filled pancakes earlier had not caught up yet and were still urging the souls of the players forward from behind.
But those players who took the opportunity to escape and run fast saw Lu Wenwu's previous macho moments.
With this powerful punch, a straight blank passage appeared in the middle of the Wild Ghost Village.
Countless players took advantage of the remaining souls before they could react and ran straight to the next stop in the underworld.
Lu Wenwu is no exception.
He retracted his fist expressionlessly, picked up all the scattered paper money and returned them to Hei Wuchang, then strode forward through the passage he had opened up.
No evil spirit or residual soul dared to come up and stop them.
Wherever Lu Wenwu passed, all the evil spirits became as quiet as chickens and immediately retreated, fearing that they would be targeted by this evil star.
Even the players and ghosts consciously moved away and made way for Lu Wenwu.
That military killing punch had completely frightened them.
The more you kill, the stronger the living beings you kill, and the stronger the military killing fist will be.
In the endless cycle of reincarnation, how many human puppets did Lu Wenwu kill?
In this way, even though the level and quality of the Military Killing Fist were only ordinary, the strong evil spirit in that punch had completely scared those evil spirits to the point that they were almost scared to death.
Compared with the person in front of him, their so-called "ferocity" is simply a joke.
Hei Wuchang swallowed his words out of habit and whispered to his partner, "What do you think of this guy's status up there? How many people must he have killed to have such a formidable power?"
Bai Wuchang shook his head with lingering fear, and said nothing. He just kept signaling to his old partner with his eyes, "Stop asking questions."
Is it possible to inquire about such things?
The more you know, the faster you die!
Next, the man and two ghosts arrived at the seventh stop in the underworld - the Hall of Bewilderment - without any trouble.
For normal dead souls, this is a very important stop before entering Fengdu City, and it is also the key to transforming from a soul into a ghost.
However, players are not included.
But they still have to return to the world of the living.
So the Black and White Impermanence took Lu Wenwu and passed by this place, and together with countless overjoyed players, they walked straight towards an extremely magnificent and majestic city.
There is a couplet on the city gate.
First couplet: People and ghosts, ghosts and people, people and ghosts have different paths
Second line: Yin and Yang, Yang and Yin, Yin and Yang are forever separated
There is no horizontal banner.
The horizontal scroll is placed on a black plaque with three large gold-plated characters.
Fengdu City
Lu Wenwu looked up and felt that Fengdu City looked a lot like the city government office, like some kind of administrative agency serving the people.
After a long and arduous journey, we finally arrived at the core area of the underworld.
The moment the dead soul steps into the city gate, it officially begins the process of death.
Prepare to be judged by the Ten Kings of Hell.
Only after accepting the judgment and punishment of the Ten Kings of Hell and determining one's merits and demerits in life, can one truly transform from a dead soul into a ghost, go to the ghost world castle to spend one's life in the underworld, and wait for reincarnation.
The gate of Fengdu Ghost City was wide open, with ghost soldiers standing on both sides of the gate, their weapons shining coldly.
Bai Wuchang said, "Inside is an independent trial space. We can only accompany you here."
"The first hall is the Qin Guangwang Hall, responsible for the preliminary trial, mainly being examined by the Sin Mirror. Your group is special. Regardless of whether you have committed a crime or not, you will all go through the Eighteen Levels of Hell. However, if you have more merits and less karma, the time can be shorter."
The warm-hearted and talkative Hei Wuchang added, and at the same time clasped his fists towards Lu Wenwu.
"Brother, after you get out of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, don't forget to come find us on Wuchang Street in the Wheel District of Ghost Realm Fortress. When you get there, just ask for our number and you'll know where we live. I'll have to treat you to a drink and arrange a safe place for you to stay."
Bai Wuchang also clasped his fists and said, "Although we two ghost brothers are not rich or powerful ghosts, we have been serving as Wuchang for so many years and have accumulated some money. When you are released, you must give us two ghosts a chance to repay you."
As they spoke, the Black and White Impermanence simultaneously reached out and touched Lu Wenwu, leaving a trace of ghostly aura.
This is their token of loyalty, something like a token or ID card.
"Haha, that's great! When the time comes, I, Xiaowu, will definitely go and join my two brothers."
Lu Wenwu also clasped his fists, nodded to the Black and White Impermanence respectively, turned around and stepped into the legendary Fengdu Ghost City, which is also the real underworld.
The structure of Fengdu City is somewhat similar to that of ancient cities, but not exactly the same.
City is just a concept for easy understanding.
In fact, Fengdu City can be said to be a small world, a hub connecting all parts of the underworld.
After entering, it is an inner city like an ordinary ancient city.
If you want to truly enter Fengdu, you have to go through another door.
The huge city gate before them looked like it was carved from jade, its magnificence yet a hint of eeriness and horror.
Between the two gates, above the city wall, two lights were floating high in the air, motionless as if they were anchored.
One lamp is bright and brilliant, the other is dim and dark.
A group of ghost soldiers were maintaining order and guiding the players to line up and enter the second door through the dimly lit area.
Lu Wenwu did not do anything special this time and lined up obediently to enter.
To be honest, it was a little different from the underworld he had imagined.
In the not-so-big square, countless evil-looking ghost soldiers and devils were guarding the front of the Qin Guangwang Palace, but they were not all wearing ancient costumes, and not all of them were holding cold weapons.
Some were wearing black armor, some were wearing black tactical uniforms, some were holding guns, and some were holding swords and spears.
In addition to these ghost soldiers and devils who are responsible for standing guard, there are also some ghost messengers who look kind and wear uniform work clothes.
They are just like the volunteers in the world of the living. They are divided into different areas, carefully checking the underworld identity cards in their hands, checking the size of the souls, and guiding the souls to conduct one inspection after another and fill out forms.
Lu Wenwu suddenly felt that this place didn't look like the underworld.
It's a bit like a physical examination center.
I don’t know where the souls of so many people who came in together before have gone.
The size and density of this place are obviously incompatible with the soul flow.
Could it be space transfer and space superposition?
Lu Wenwu was thinking about all these things in his mind, and he also received a form from the volunteers. The ghost messenger filled it out, and then obediently lined up for the physical examination and submitted the form.
"Scan your ID card."
When the ghost said this to Lu Wenwu, his feeling that this place was like a physical examination center reached its peak.
"Invincible Tyrannosaurus God of War, right? Leave the watch there. Go to the rest area nearby and wait. Take this sign and someone will lead you to the first hall."
The clerk came closer to the computer in front of him and told him Lu Wenwu's player ID.
Judging from her calm voice, she has obviously seen a lot of strange IDs and is immune to them.
She handed over a red sign with the character "甲" circled on it.
It looks a bit like the waiting sign in the high-speed rail lounge.
Lu Wenwu, holding the sign, was a little puzzled: "Well, I don't need to go for a physical examination, right? I don't need to check and verify or something?"
The clerk waved his hand and said, "No need. You're special. The procedures have all been completed. You can go directly. Of course, if you want to wait in line, that's up to you. Follow the procedures, and when it's your turn, it will be the seventh day."
There is a poem that goes: "The bardo bodies of the deceased, driven by flocks of sheep, are as numerous as dust. And they are inspected by the First King, for they have never crossed the Naihe Ferry."
Lu Wenwu: “.”
This is a bit unlucky, I'm not dead yet.
Lu Wenwu looked at the long queue, then at the empty waiting area with sofas, and decisively chose to listen to others' advice and eat his meal.
Not long after he sat down, a ghost dressed as an ancient warrior came over.
"It's your turn, follow me."
He said something, picked up the red stand, turned around and left without any intention of communicating further.
Lu Wenwu didn't care and stood up to follow.
He stepped into the Palace of King Qin Guang amidst the envious and jealous gazes of a group of players.
Accompanied by a familiar force of space teleportation, when Lu Wenwu took the second step, he was already in a magnificent hall with carved beams and painted buildings.
There is no eerie or horror at all, nor is there the terrifying and horrifying feeling seen in ordinary murals and reliefs.
Everything in the palace of Prince Qin Guang was so normal that it was a little abnormal. There was not the slightest feeling of the underworld.
Behind a large desk sat a man with a green face, red hair, leopard eyes, a lion nose, a long beard, a square crown on his head, and a dragon robe.
This is King Guang of Qin.
King Qin Guang is in charge of life and death on earth, good and bad fortune in the underworld, and the death of good people, and guides them to ascension.
Those whose merits and demerits are equal will be sent to the Tenth Hall for distribution and will be reincarnated into the human world. Men will be transformed into women, and women into men.
Those who do more evil than good will be taken to the high platform on the right side of the palace.
There is a bright mirror on the high platform, named: Nie Jingtai.
With just one glance, one can see the good or bad of one's heart in this world, and then be sent to the second hall to suffer in prison.
Lu Wenwu guessed that the blue-covered thread-bound book on his desk, which was emitting strange vibrations, should be the legendary and famous Book of Life and Death.
but
When he opened his eyes of insight, he found that things were not as simple as he had imagined.
That blue-covered thread-bound book is just King Qin Guang's notebook.
A few large words were clearly displayed on the tablet computer next to it that was floating in the air and emitting continuous light.
【Book of Life and Death (Projection)】
Lu Wenwu suddenly felt something in his mind shattered.
If the underworld's book of life and death was recorded on a tablet computer, I'm afraid the monkey wouldn't know how to change his lifespan if he was given ten days or half a month.
Seeing that Prince Qin Guang was writing something at his desk without saying a word, Lu Wenwu began to take a look at the furnishings in the hall.
Not only is the Book of Life and Death a projection, but King Qin Guang himself is also a projection of divine consciousness.
However, just like when he looked at the Space-Time Demon before, he only saw a name and the essence of the projection.
I didn't see anything else.
Those mighty and domineering ghost soldiers standing around, the trainee judges with righteous faces, and Yama's assistants are all the real ones.
Lu Wenwu watched like this for about two minutes.
Prince Qin Guang, who had been busy writing, finally put down his pen and said calmly, "You, a mortal, have entered Yama Palace, yet you are still so bold. You even dare to spy on me?"
Lu Wenwu was immediately displeased: "Master Yan Wang, what are you saying? How can I be considered a spy? I'm clearly standing here and watching openly!"
"hiss"
It seemed that they did not expect Lu Wenwu to be so bold as to speak to King Qin Guang in this way. The ghost soldiers and ghost messengers on the side were immediately excited.
A trainee judge shouted, "How dare you, a mortal, be so disrespectful to Lord Yama! What is your punishment?"
Lu Wenwu raised his eyebrows: "How should I know? This is my first time in the underworld, and there is no ghost to tell me."
Assistant Judge: “.”
Damn, what he said makes a lot of sense!
An assistant spoke up to defend his colleague, saying, "Ignorance is not a crime. Considering this is your first offense, I'll waive the punishment this time. If you do it again, you'll be sent to hell! Think twice before you speak next time."
(End of this chapter)
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