Chapter 294 Jinjiang (1)
Before this, the King of Hell had never set foot in the old Fengdu.
Even though the underworld and Fengdu are both places that govern death, a thousand years ago when the lord of Fengdu was not yet Yeli, the relationship between Fengdu and the underworld was more like that of a superior and a subordinate rather than two opposing and equal institutions related to death.
At that time, how could the King of Hell step into the residence of the Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu.
Even in the past, the King of Hell knew more about Old Fengdu than any other being, but as for the hell guarding below Old Fengdu, he had only heard of the name of Fengdu Kulao and had heard related descriptions from the mouths of the ghost messengers of Old Fengdu.
But this is the first time I've seen it with my own eyes.
During the fall, the King of Hell also guessed what the lower level of hell would look like, and simulated countermeasures in advance for the situation when they landed, to prevent being attacked by the old Fengdu after falling into hell.
Even so, when the King of Hell actually felt that he was stepping on the real ground and opened his eyes to look, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him and raised his eyebrows, which was somewhat unexpected.
But what surprised the King of Hell even more was that there was no one around him.
Be it Yan Shixun, Ye Li, or other rescue team members... they are all gone.
He was alone, and fell into a sea of scarlet and sticky liquid.
Everywhere you look, there are dark red and light red.
In the hell of bones, blood plasma sprayed in the tall caves, then slowly dripped down the stone walls, gathering in the low-lying areas of the ground to form an endless river of blood.
On the blood river, an old man in a bamboo hat was paddling a small boat slowly.
The old man was holding not a boat pole, but a long human bone. Every time he fell into the blood river, he would accurately poke a soul that wanted to roll out from the surface of the river and forcibly press the soul's head back into the blood river.
Screams and cries for help rose and fell, floating above the river of blood.
However, whether it was the old man on the boat or the strange and hideous evil ghosts on the shore, they all looked numb and accustomed to it. No ghost thought there was anything wrong with this and they had already become accustomed to it.
If an ordinary person fell here, he would have been frightened to the point of fainting.
That is better than being surrounded by a group of evil spirits, not knowing when you will be discovered by the evil spirits that pass by you. The panic makes you dare not breathe and can almost drive you to death.
After a brief moment of surprise, the King of Hell quickly calmed down, glanced around calmly, and had a general idea of the environment he was in.
He had heard that there were nine levels of hell beneath the old Fengdu, and the sins doubled with each level.
If what they saw when they first entered the city were souls that were resentful of their own deaths and refused to accept them, then with each level they went down, the sins accumulated by these souls would become greater.
From killing prisoners to massacring villages and cities, to destroying countries and cities, the list goes on.
The river of blood here is the sins of the evil spirits trapped here.
After death, they will be drowned by the sins of killing that they committed during their lifetime and will not be able to come ashore.
Not only was the King of Hell not shocked by the scene before him, but he raised his eyebrows with interest.
Although it was the first time that he saw the hell mode of old Fengdu with his own eyes, the King of Hell couldn't help but sigh that Fengdu Prison was indeed as horrible as the rumors said.
Compared to the punishment that souls endure in the underworld, Fengdu is more like a punishment for the spirit, making evil ghosts recall their past day after day, and then deeply realize why they are trapped here and cannot leave.
The evil ghost itself is its own cage.
Although the King of Hell did not like the Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu, he also admired the methods of the old Fengdu.
Fortunately, he was the one who landed here. If those few souls were here, they would have been frightened to death. However, if Ye Li was here...
The King of Hell's ears moved and he noticed a slight noise coming from behind him.
His eyes immediately turned cold, and he gently twirled the folding fan in his hand, tapping it on his arm slowly and calmly, making a regular, light sound.
In his peripheral vision, a dark red figure was slowly approaching him, and a fishy smell was getting closer and closer.
Obviously, the evil ghosts on the shore discovered the strange existence of Yama King, and immediately treated him like a piece of meat thrown into a group of crocodiles. The ghosts regarded Yama King as an ignorant ghost fallen from other levels of hell, and they coveted his souls and approached him.
There was a condescending look of compassion in the King of Hell's eyes, but they were cold and without a trace of warmth.
The gorgeously embroidered robe fell at her feet and suddenly moved without wind.
With the place where the King of Hell stood as the center, the ghost energy quickly swept around, silently enveloping the surrounding evil spirits, and even spread to the blood river.
Stopped the boat from drifting.
The old man raised his head coldly, and under his hat, which had been pulled down all the time, a pair of completely black eyes without whites were revealed, and he looked towards the shore.
However, when the old man saw the situation on the shore clearly, his eyes widened in shock.
The ferocious ghost had murderous eyes and was slowly approaching its prey.
The young man who was trapped in the center by a group of ghosts wore a long gown embroidered with lifelike evil spirits. They were all big ghosts that had been notorious for thousands of years. They were baring their fangs and claws, as if roaring in anger.
There are few ghosts who can even survive after seeing those big ghosts, but this young man embroidered them on his robe, as if these hideous ghost faces are no different from mountains, rivers, flowers and plants.
But what surprised the old man even more was that the young man looked elegant and noble, not like an evil ghost.
Instead, he seemed like... a ghost or god who had been in a high position for many years, had seen the vast world, and walked with the great way.
Although he was trapped in such a fierce place, the young man did not show any fear at all. Instead, he had a smile on his lips and drooped eyelashes. His handsome and fair face was so clean that it was out of place here, as if he was just an elegant scholar.
But the ghostly aura that was sweeping around the young man did not say so.
The old man was on the bloody river, leaning on the boat pole and looking up blankly.
——Behind the young man, a huge and ferocious black shadow was projected onto the stone cave behind him, roaring silently, covering all the evil spirits in its shadow.
It's so huge that it seems to be able to swallow the entire hell.
But those evil spirits were only focused on what was in front of them, and did not notice at all that the existence they originally thought was their prey, had surrounded all of them with the strength of one person.
They were still dreaming of coveting souls, their fierce eyes full of greed, and they were approaching the young man who was "scared and stunned" and standing still step by step.
The King of Hell laughed softly and put the folding fan to his lips to hide the smile.
"When it comes to siege, your encirclement must be larger than your prey. Only then can you be considered to have successfully surrounded the prey and left it with nowhere to escape. But you guys."
The King of Hell chuckled and asked the evil spirit in front of him in a gentle tone: "Why do you want to set up another small encirclement within the encirclement of your prey?"
He raised his hand, pinched a tiny gap between his white fingers, and measured the tiny distance to the evil spirit with contempt, and said, "Surround, surround. At least the prey should be surrounded, right?"
"What are you doing?"
The King of Hell blinked slowly and asked with a smile, "Is this a joke you prepared for me to welcome me?"
After thousands of years without communicating with the outside world, the evil ghost had long lost the ability to speak and could only make out with difficulty what the young man in front of him was saying.
However, the undisguised contempt on the young man's face still made it easy for the evil ghost to detect his disdain for them, which angered the evil ghost.
They roared angrily and made strange noises, rushing towards the young man, wanting to tear him to pieces, imagining the young man crying and begging for their mercy.
However, the evil spirits will be disappointed.
The strong wind caused by the evil spirit rushing over was like an invisible barrier blocking the King of Hell's sight. The originally fierce wind was reduced to a breeze that gently lifted the loose hair on the King of Hell's temples.
He chuckled as he watched everything in front of him. There was no panic on his handsome face, or the crying that the evil spirit had imagined.
Instead, it seemed as if it was laughing and mocking the stupidity of the evil spirits for choosing the wrong targets.
The evil ghost's skinny and sharp finger bones pierced straight towards the King of Hell, but stopped in mid-air, unable to move forward an inch.
It was stunned at first, and then it found itself frozen in mid-air.
When it wasn't noticing, a black mist of unknown origin spread out, like powerful chains, rushing over from all directions and binding it tightly in mid-air.
Not only it, but all the evil spirits were treated equally. They could only watch the young man standing safely not far away. No matter how they struggled, they could not break free from the black mist chains in mid-air.
"Um?"
Yan Wang made a questioning sound with a nasal tone. He tilted his head and pretended to be surprised: "Why do you look so surprised? Don't you know him?"
He raised the folding fan in his hand and casually knocked on the chain that passed by him not far away, and said with a smile: "Have you never seen the soul-catching chain?"
"Isn't this what the Fengdu ghost messenger uses?"
The King of Hell blinked his eyes, as if he was genuinely confused: "Could it be that only the underworld's messengers can use it?"
The evil ghost looked at the King of Hell with a look of fear in his eyes.
Some evil ghosts suddenly realized something, and their ferocious faces were immediately filled with fear and regret. They struggled frantically in the air, causing the intertwined chains to make bursts of "clattering" noises.
The sound echoed in the tall and empty cave, layer upon layer, and the emptiness and silence were creepy.
"I admire you guys."
The King of Hell seemed to be unable to see the regretful and embarrassed begging for mercy on the ghost's face. He just shook his head and sighed, "I've only heard of people picking on the weak, but this is the first time I've seen someone picking on granite."
"No need for last words. We won't see each other again anyway."
The King of Hell smiled: "Then."
The folding fan in his hand tapped lightly against his arm, just like the leisurely and contented manner in which the princes and nobles of old responded to the rhythm while listening to music or watching operas.
But what followed was not the splendor of opera, but black fog that surged wildly at the command, roared towards the evil ghost in the air, opened its mouth wide and swallowed the evil ghost into its stomach.
In the chaotic darkness, it is impossible to tell where the evil spirits are.
Or just air.
"goodbye."
As the King of Hell finished speaking, the black fog around him dissipated.
The huge black shadow swaying on the stone wall also disappeared.
Everything seemed to be normal, as if nothing had happened.
Even the evil spirits in the air disappeared, without even a wisp of smoke left.
Only the large space around the King of Hell that had been cleared out vaguely hinted at what had just happened here.
In hell, evil spirits can be seen everywhere, and there is no such thing as a clean place.
Only the King of Hell.
He stood tall and proud on the shore with his sleeves gathered up, looking as relaxed as a tourist visiting hell, smiling as he looked at the scenery under the dome of the cave.
But the old man on the boat, who had witnessed the whole process, just felt terrified.
He can easily clear all the evil spirits in this area in an instant, and his real ghost shadow is huge enough to swallow hell... Who is this person?
No.
The question should be, when did such a person appear in Fengdu Hell?
The old man felt that the pole in his hand seemed to be untied and could continue to slide. He immediately pushed the pole, wanting to quickly drive the boat away from this troubled place and away from the unfathomable existence on the shore.
But as soon as the old man moved, he heard a gentle call with a smile coming from the shore.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?"
The King of Hell raised his hand, gathered the hem of his gown, looked at the bloody and broken flesh under his feet, frowned slightly with some disgust.
He stepped closer to the shore, and the river of blood that was originally washing the huge rocks and bones on the shore immediately retreated half a foot at a time, for fear that it would wet and dirty the soles of his shoes.
But the King of Hell still glanced at him with disdain and made a "tsk" sound.
He stood on a huge rock, casually let down the hem of his long gown, pointed at the old man with his folding fan, and asked with a smile: "I have something to ask you, come."
The old man froze. The leisurely feeling he had when boating on the blood river was no longer there. All that was left was fear and trembling.
He rowed over obediently, took off his hat, and bowed deeply to the figure on the shore, not daring to look directly at that figure.
"Have you ever seen anyone else come here?"
The King of Hell paid no attention to the old man's sudden respectful behavior. He just casually described the images of Ye Li and several members of the rescue team, and asked the old man if he knew the whereabouts of those people.
To him, it makes no difference whether other ghosts are respectful or hostile to him.
Because no matter what other ghosts are planning, he has the confidence to deal with it.
But when the old man saw him like this, he dared not even breathe, and his head drooped low, almost buried in his ribs.
No matter what the King of Hell asked, the old man would tell him everything he knew, for fear that he would be unhappy and suffer the same fate as those evil spirits.
Having lived in hell for a long time, this old man had never seen before for thousands of years that there were ghosts that could absolutely suppress such a large number of them, and even do it as easily as strolling in a garden, as if it were as natural as plucking a flower branch.
In the past, only evil spirits devoured other ghosts, but today, because of such a person, the ship capsized and not even ashes were left...
The old man told the truth respectfully.
But the King of Hell frowned when he heard this.
It seems that he is the only one who fell here?
But, at least Yan Shixun should be here. When he entered the lower hell, he was with Yan Shixun, and their power was entangled together... What's going on?
"Which level of hell is this, and what is its purpose in the old Fengdu?"
A guess came to the King of Hell's mind, so he asked the old man.
According to the old man, this level of hell is close to the bottom, and those imprisoned here are the vicious ghosts who have slaughtered thousands of people.
Every drop of blood in the blood river is the blood of people killed by those evil spirits. Only by wading across the river can one reach the shore and escape the punishment and torture.
After the death of Emperor Beiyin Fengdu, even the ghost officials of the old Fengdu fled, leaving only the evil ghosts who were enduring torture in hell.
So they competed and devoured each other, trying to gain more powerful strength, and then went ashore to escape the pain in the river of blood.
Those who attack the King of Hell on the shore are already the most powerful ghosts in this level of hell.
Yet it disappeared completely in an instant.
The old man's eyes flickered, and thinking of this, he said in a hoarse voice: "However, if the soul you are looking for has committed the sin of massacring the city, you can look for it further down."
The old man pointed at the blood river with his skinny finger, saying, "As long as all the ghosts in the blood river are killed and no blood is left in the river, all the sins will be wiped out, and you can go to the lowest level of hell."
The King of Hell raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man meaningfully.
Ferryman.
But it is not about saving people, but about saving ghosts.
What do you mean by going ashore means escaping punishment...it's just a lie.
If you stay in the river of blood, there will be a day when your sins will be paid for and you will regain peace. Even if you suffer pain and torture for thousands of years, your soul will eventually be released.
But if it swallowed other ghosts in the blood river and managed to get ashore, it would completely lose the chance to leave the cage.
They can only stand on the shore, complacently thinking that they have escaped from the sea of suffering, but they don't know that they have made a wrong choice and will coexist with hell forever, with no chance of leaving.
Tsk.
The cunning ferryman.
The lies are half true and half false. Believe them or not, and you will only end up dead.
Fortunately, the King of Hell has long been accustomed to this.
After all, when he was in the underworld, he also watched coldly as those ghosts struggled to escape, but instead fell into a deeper hell, begging in agony but unable to leave.
The evil deeds committed during one's lifetime and the accumulated sins and karma will create a heavy burden on the soul.
When you have paid back, you can leave.
No matter whether it takes a hundred years or thousands of years, the gods and ghosts will always judge the cause and effect of good and evil with a cold and fair eye. Even the smallest evil causes will accumulate into evil consequences and will not escape the eyes of the gods and ghosts.
The King of Hell's eyes casually swept across the river of blood, ignoring the ghosts wailing and struggling in the river of blood, and thought about the old man's words by himself.
Massacre of a city... Among the people he knew and was looking for, only one person had had this experience.
However, the people in the city behind him were slaughtered.
Is Yeli in the lowest level of hell?
The King of Hell felt that what the old man said seemed very troublesome, and he didn't want to go through so much trouble just to find that guy from Yeli.
Anyway, as the lord of Fengdu, nothing will happen to Yeli, so let Yeli take care of itself.
After all, the fragile souls of the rescue team were still waiting for him to save them, and Ye Li could not say anything wrong about it.
There were waves in Yan Wang's eyes, and he smiled: "Yan Shixun must want me to do this, right, Ye Li."
Having made up his mind, the King of Hell raised his head, nodded slightly to the old man, and walked towards the river of blood.
Under the incredulous gazes of the old man and the ghosts in the blood river, he walked on the river as if it were flat ground, and even the corners of his long gown were not wet or stained by the blood.
Instead, the blood river, which had been flowing rapidly and with undercurrents just now, suddenly stopped.
As obedient as a cat being held by the scruff of the neck.
When the King of Hell walked on the blood river, the ghosts finally faced the fear that the evil spirits on the shore had just sensed. They immediately scrambled to sink to the bottom of the river, fearing that if they slowed down a bit, they would be discovered by the King of Hell and be swept away like dust.
The old man watched the King of Hell crossing the river of blood with his own eyes, and his soul was filled with only a chill.
He realized that the half of the truth that he had not told was actually seen through by the young man in front of him!
To go to the lower hell, the entire vast river of blood must be cleaned up so that the ghosts can pay for their sins in their lifetime.
But how can we clean up the numerous crimes committed by the ghosts?
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once said that he would not become a Buddha until hell was empty, but thousands of years have passed, has he ever succeeded?
The old man did not lie.
He just proposed a method that could not be done.
So how do we get to the upper hell? Is it possible to go to heaven?
The old man never lied.
He just, didn't say.
However, the old man thought he had dug a trap, but in the eyes of the King of Hell, it was so clear that it was vulnerable.
The King of Hell smiled: Regarding hell, perhaps, I know more about it than you?
He chuckled as he crossed the blood river, never looking back at the scene behind him, nor did he show off to the old man like an ordinary person.
When the King of Hell crossed the river and stepped onto the shore, the scene before him was dark for a moment.
When his vision brightened again, it was no longer what he had just seen on the other side of the river.
But in another level of hell.
There was a smile in the King of Hell's eyes.
Going downward is sin, going upward is naturally the cause and effect of being forgiven.
If you want to go to the upper hell, you must cross the river of sin. If your soul is lighter than your sins, it means that you can only leave after paying for all your sins.
That is, the soul cannot fall into the river again.
That is why the ghosts in the blood river are always submerged in the river and cannot float up.
But beyond this, there is another issue that is easily overlooked.
——You can’t look back.
Once a ghost turns back, it means to hell that he is still obsessed with his past sins and may commit them again. Therefore, even if he has been forgiven before, it should not be given back to him.
You can only stay in that level of hell and lose the chance to leave.
The underworld has been suppressed above the Eighteen Levels of Hell for a long time. Even if there has never been a deep contact with the old Fengdu, when it comes to the understanding of ghosts, I am afraid that no existence can compare to the King of Hell.
He saw the old man clearly and knew that even if the old man was forced to tell him how to leave under pressure, he would not tell him everything.
Who would be stupid enough to trust an evil spirit completely?
The old man didn't lie, he just dug a few traps in his words without making a sound.
The King of Hell smiled gently and walked forward.
The gown billowed behind him, the embroidery coming to life, as if roaring in mid-air.
However, the old man's words are not completely useless.
At the very least, he helped Yan Wang use the process of elimination and knew where he should go to find the rescue team members.
Those members of the rescue team were still living souls, and they were able to enter the old Fengdu all because of Guidao and Yan Shixun.
Their souls are entangled with the golden light of merit, making it impossible for them to fall into hell.
Therefore, when they followed Yama and Yan Shixun into hell, the only possible destination was the corresponding hell where they should go after being contaminated with Yama's "sins".
As the source of infection, the King of Hell had the most sins, so he fell into the place closest to the bottom level of hell.
As for the team members and official leaders...
As soon as the King of Hell stepped into this level of hell, he heard heart-wrenching screams of terror coming from afar.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Don’t come over here!!!”
"What the hell! What the hell! Have we entered the lair of evil spirits?!"
The other party shouted sincerely, and the King of Hell nodded with satisfaction.
Yes, that’s right, I successfully found the right place this time.
After walking a few steps and turning the mountain, Yan Wang saw the rescue team members he was looking for, just as he had expected.
However, the team members looked terrified and pitiful, like a cat among chickens. They huddled in a corner, at a loss, trying hard to break through the siege.
The evil spirits who smelled the breath of living souls slowly approached the team members and surrounded them in three layers. The frightened team members tried harder to break out, but they were repeatedly blocked by the evil spirits.
Team member: "Let me go!!!"
"Mom, mom, I saw a ghost!"
However, the silver lining in this misfortune is that they did not disperse but gathered in one place, which made the King of Hell less worried.
King of Hell: ...Pfft.
He was not in a hurry to save people. He walked over there slowly, waving his folding fan. He was even in a good mood and nodded and greeted the evil ghost who passed by.
Evil Ghost: Who is this guy? He is so polite.
The next second, the evil ghost was blown away.
When the evil spirits that were besieging the rescue team members were still distracted by the living souls, they did not realize that a massacre of evil spirits was taking place not far behind them.
But there was only one person who slew the evil spirits.
He even smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed, without showing any viciousness at all.
But he was such a refined and noble man. Wherever he walked on the road, the ghosts didn't even have time to react, let alone resist, and they collapsed into black ashes all over the sky, scattering behind him.
But not even a speck of dust dared to fall on the corner of the King of Hell's clothes.
Afraid of dirtying his gown.
The first ones to notice that something was wrong were the trapped team members.
They were facing the direction where the King of Hell was coming, and while trying to climb up to get rid of the group of ghosts, they happened to pass the group of ghosts and saw the King of Hell's face which looked vaguely familiar to them.
The team members were confused and puzzled: "Director Zhang Wubing? No, no, no, it seems to be..."
The team members swallowed the word "King of Hell" and didn't dare to say it out loud.
The truth is, the King of Hell at this moment was too different from the one they knew.
It was clearly a similar face, and even at this moment, the King of Hell had a smile on his face.
But director Zhang Wubing, who is familiar to the rescue team members, does not have the same temperament at all.
When Zhang Wubing laughs, his smile is silly and sincere, which is contagious, making everyone who sees him unconsciously want to laugh along with him, knowing that Zhang Wubing is someone who can be trusted.
Even though Zhang Wubing has a good-looking face that doesn't belong to a star in the entertainment industry, his handsome features are always covered by his crybaby or silly smile, making people ignore his appearance.
However, the figure walking towards the team members, although also smiling, was chilling. The team members felt a chill on their spines, even more than the oppressive feeling brought to them by the ghosts around them.
The man's back was as straight as a pine tree, and on his thin shoulders, the exquisite embroidery was lifelike, as if a fierce ghost or ferocious beast was coiled on his shoulders, staring straight ahead, ready to roar at any time.
Although the ghosts were clearly ferocious, that man was walking on a sea of corpses and blood, as calmly and easily as if he was walking along a garden path.
The smile between his eyebrows was gentle but cold.
The team members stood there in a daze looking at Zhang Wubing.
Even before they entered the old Fengdu, Yan Shixun had told them the identity of the King of Hell and the relationship between him and Zhang Wubing.
But he had never realized so clearly and deeply that this person was not Director Zhang Wubing, but...
He once ruled the underworld for thousands of years and suppressed countless evil spirits in hell. Even when he was about to die, he could still use his perseverance to separate his soul and escape death from the sight of the Great Dao.
Yama.
The team members looked at the King of Hell walking towards them calmly and subconsciously held their breath, unable to recover for a moment.
"What's wrong? Why are you daydreaming?"
The other team members who were supporting their teammate's weight to help him climb up soon noticed that something was wrong with him and couldn't help but ask about it with concern.
They looked anxiously at the ghosts around them, trying to see what had caused their companions to react in this way.
However, the surrounding ghosts blocked their view of the outside, leaving them with only hideous ghost faces and dead eyes close at hand, but they could not see what was happening outside.
But at this moment, a magnetic voice with laughter came from outside.
"I think he's looking at me."
The team members were stunned at first, wondering why there were other people here besides them.
But they slowly recalled that this sound...
It seems a bit similar to director Zhang Wubing’s voice?
Before they could figure out what was going on, they saw the group of ghosts surrounding them starting to become agitated.
The evil spirits that were originally unscrupulous seemed to have seen an existence that was more terrifying than themselves.
But before the scream of fear was stuck in his throat, it was swept away by a powerful and majestic force, and they flew backwards with their fangs and claws bared.
The team members were still maintaining their previous actions when they were shocked by this unexpected development and stared in amazement at what was happening before their eyes.
After the ghosts scattered, the figure that was originally blocked by them gradually appeared in the team members' field of vision.
The first thing they saw was the embroidery of evil spirits with the corners of their long gowns fluttering.
His eyes slowly moved upwards.
The man finally appeared in front of everyone, holding a folding fan and smiling softly.
"Although I'm a little late, it's not too late, right?"
Yan Wang looked at the team members with a smile. He blinked his eyes gently and put his slender white fingers to his lips: "Don't tell Yan Shixun."
"If anyone complains to Yan Shixun or Ye Li..."
Yan Wang tilted his head and looked at the team members meaningfully.
Team members: “…”
Although I was happy to be rescued, why did I always feel like I was threatened?
However, is the King of Hell also afraid of Mr. Yan?
The current King of Hell, Jing Xiaobao, is spanked by Mr. Yan with his dungarees on a daily basis. The previous King of Hell, Zhang Wubing, threatened people even after saving them, fearing that they would complain...
Is this the correct way to understand a ghost exorcist? It turns out that ghost exorcists are so powerful.
One of the team members even thought that he would pay respect to Mr. Yan and other masters when he returned. He didn't know that the exorcist could suppress the King of Hell. It was so awe-inspiring!
At this time, a Taoist priest from the village surnamed Bai in the distance sneezed suddenly: "Who is talking about me?"
The team members looked at the King of Hell in a daze and nodded confusedly.
The King of Hell smiled with satisfaction, unilaterally thinking that he had handled the situation perfectly and that he was definitely better than the outstanding performance of the Lord of Fengdu.
No one paid any attention to the evil spirits that were swept away.
Many evil ghosts were directly hit by the power of the King of Hell, and their souls were scattered on the spot, turning into ashes in front of the eyes of other evil ghosts.
The evil ghosts that were swept up were frightened by their fate and they suppressed their original shouting. They widened their eyes in fear, fearing that their voices would attract the attention of the evil spirit and he would kill them with another blow.
The evil ghosts who had managed to survive fell to the ground, and they quickly got up and knelt tremblingly, trying desperately to reduce their presence.
But the King of Hell had achieved his goal of rescuing the rescue team members, so he lost his attention to those evil ghosts. He didn't even give them a glance, and turned a blind eye to the evil ghosts kneeling on the ground and trembling.
He put one hand behind his back and made an invitation gesture with the other hand, and said to the team members with a smile: "Let's go, what are you waiting for?"
"Oh, oh oh okay."
The team members suddenly came to their senses and jogged over from where they had been standing still.
"But why didn't I see the person in charge and the Taoist priest?"
The King of Hell looked at them and asked, "Did they get separated from you?"
The team member nodded worriedly, "We were here when we opened our eyes. There are ghosts all around us, but we don't know where the people in charge have gone."
When the team members regained consciousness from the darkness, they found themselves lying on the ground where blood and fire were flowing everywhere, and the uneven sand and stones hurt their backs.
But what frightened them even more were the hideous skeletons of rotten corpses lying on the ground beside them.
In addition to their companions, there are also evil spirits around them.
Some of those rotten corpses had pale blue, gray and black skin, but their cloudy eyes were wide open, looking straight up at the sky.
Some have already reached an advanced stage of decay, with bones visible through the wounds crawling with maggots.
But what was the same was that every corpse had its hands crossed over its abdomen, lying straight and neatly.
There is a stone tablet above their heads.
The team members took a look and were shocked to find that it was not a stone tablet but a tombstone!
They were not lying randomly on the ground at all, but more like they were "buried" in a grave without a mound of soil.
No coffin, no mound of earth.
There is only a tombstone filled with sins of life.
But their souls and corpses are exposed in the wilderness, never to find peace.
Some careful team members discovered that the corpses were not the same as real corpses. If you look closely, you can see that the muscles of the corpses are twitching, and the eyeballs of the corpses are moving slightly as maggots roll back and forth in their eye sockets and mouths.
...This also means that if these zombies are disturbed, they are likely to stand up and attack them.
Because they disturbed their death.
The team members immediately held their breath, not daring to make any sound. They lay stiffly on the ground, not daring to make any sound.
They carefully turned their heads left and right, exchanged glances with their companions, and confirmed each other's information.
They knew that they couldn't stay here for long. Lying here all the time wasn't a solution. They didn't know when a heavy breath would alarm the rotting corpses nearby. Not to mention that the official person in charge and the Taoist priest were not here either. They were worried and wanted to go look for them.
The team member stopped breathing and used all his strength to stand up without making any sound, his muscles shaking with the effort.
The rest of the team members also looked at their teammates worriedly, and at the same time stood up quietly, wanting to leave before the zombies discovered them.
But what I fear most is what will happen.
The metal zipper on one of the team members still made a slight knocking sound.
The rotten corpse next to him was immediately startled by the sound, and he turned his blue-white turbid eyes, which were completely occupied by whites, to look at the team members.
A rotten corpse was awakened, followed by the second, the third...
The team members who originally wanted to leave quietly were completely trapped in a sea of rotten corpses. The evil spirits chased them relentlessly until they were forced into a corner and were about to become the evil spirits' meal.
It was at this time that the King of Hell appeared in time.
"We haven't seen the person in charge since we opened our eyes."
The team members smiled bitterly and shook their heads: "We are also worried about them, but, as for where they are now... please help find them, Lord Yan.
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