I hesitated for a moment, then picked up the funeral candles and got into the car.
As soon as I stepped into the carriage, a faint stench of decay hit me.
In the dim light, I saw that the car was full of "people".
When they saw me get into the car, they didn't look at me; they just sat quietly in the car with their heads down.
I quietly looked around and then found an empty seat to sit down.
As I boarded the bus, the ghosts who had been queuing up with me also slowly boarded, without making a sound.
The next second, the old lady who had tried to snatch my food box sat down next to me.
Seeing her wrinkled face, all my muscles tensed up.
With so many empty seats, why did you have to sit next to me?
Fortunately, after she sat down, she did not make any move, and like the other ghosts, she looked down at her toes.
"Sit tight and hold on, and do not stick your head or hands out of the window. We are driving!"
The driver's leisurely voice rang out, and then the hearse slowly started moving forward.
The car was eerily quiet the whole way.
There were no sounds of cars driving on the road, no voices, no heartbeats; it was as if I had entered a silent world.
I turned to look out the window and found that everything outside was shrouded in thick fog, making it impossible to tell where we were.
After an unknown amount of time, the hearse slowly came to a stop.
I looked up and saw a tall ancient city wall in front of me.
On the right side of the city wall, there is a three-meter-high stone tablet with two large characters written on it in an unknown script—
Underworld!
In front of the city gate stood two rows of ancient soldiers dressed in armor, their appearances ferocious.
"Splash!"
A rattling sound of chains rang out.
I followed the sound and looked up, only to find a ghost messenger slowly emerging from the thick fog, pulling a chain as thick as my wrist.
Behind this underworld official were seven prisoners dressed in white prison uniforms, tightly bound by iron chains.
The prisoners looked haggard, their steps were unsteady, and every step seemed extremely difficult.
At the very back of the procession walked a ghost messenger wielding a long whip.
Anyone who walks too slowly will be lashed out with the long whip, accompanied by a series of shrill screams.
Anyone who dared to resist was whipped to death without the slightest hesitation.
I once read a book that my grandfather collected, and it contained descriptions of the underworld.
But I was young at the time and didn't believe in ghosts or gods, so I just read it as a supernatural novel.
Judging from this, these two underworld officials are probably escorting these prisoners to serve their sentences.
The prisoner at the very front had blood and flesh on his knees, with bones and tendons protruding, clearly having just suffered the punishment of amputation.
That is, to cut off the prisoner's kneecap.
Watching him drag his feet forward step by step, I guessed it was because the crimes he committed in his lifetime had not yet been cleared up, and he still had to be taken to the judge to be re-convicted.
Then they will go to serve the corresponding punishments and continue to suffer in hell.
Only after serving their sentence can they wait for time to enter the cycle of reincarnation and be reborn.
Then look at the disheveled woman behind him.
His chin was gone, leaving only a large, constantly bleeding hole.
This must be the punishment of having one's tongue cut out.
This type of punishment is usually aimed at gossipy women who enjoy spreading rumors and hurting others with their words, in order to punish their evil deeds of wantonly discussing the rights and wrongs of others.
Another one had pants that were completely stained red with blood.
His eyes were sunken deep, like two black holes, his face was ashen, and his steps were unsteady as if he would collapse at any moment.
Judging from his blood-stained trousers, he most likely suffered castration.
This punishment is extremely harsh and is often inflicted on those who indulge in excessive self-reward and commit morally depraved crimes, in order to severely damage their physical and mental health.
Just as I was about to look back to see what crime the people behind me had committed, two underworld messengers carrying knives and chains boarded the carriage.
What's going on?
Could it be that they've discovered I'm alive?
That can't be right. I didn't spit out the crow's eye from my mouth. This script is wrong!
Just then, the driver suddenly shouted, "Take out your road permits!"
Travel permit?
I didn't realize what it was until I saw the wandering ghosts in the front row taking out something that looked like a travel permit.
Travel permit, also known as a travel document.
Legend has it that the Gate of Hell is the only way to enter the Kingdom of Ghosts. All ghosts who come here must be checked to see if they have a pass to the Kingdom of Ghosts – a travel permit.
This pass is the document that a person's soul uses to report to the underworld after death.
It is printed with "Issued as a travel permit by the King of Fengdu, Yama" and "Everyone in the world must have this permit to be reincarnated and ascend to heaven in Fengdu Underworld".
It also bears three seals: "King Yama", "City God", and "Magistrate of Fengdu County".
Holy crap, I don't have the game completion pass!
When I was working at Qinglongshan Funeral Home, I never took it seriously whenever the crematorium workers told family members to buy travel permits at the entrance of the funeral home.
Because the funeral home and the funeral supply store at the entrance are actually the same company.
I figured it was just about ripping off customers a little more.
Who knew it would actually work?
In other words, the video circulating online about buying a phone but forgetting to buy a charger and burning it for one's ancestors isn't fake?
Will we really need it below?
As the two ghost messengers drew closer, I suddenly panicked.
Yuan Ying didn't give me a travel permit either!
Just as I was pacing anxiously, one of the underworld messengers walked up to me, its dark green eyes, like a cat's, staring straight at me.
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