The time went back to before the collapse of Mt. Izumo.
Wu Chen was restrained by the Soul-Catching Chain and soon brought Qing Wu and the others to a well in the back mountain.
This well is not far from the cave where the debris is stored. There is a big stone in the town above the well with many runes engraved on it. Qing Wu took a glance and found the clue.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed.
Wu Chen said gloomily: "This well leads directly to Xi Ran."
Baimei subconsciously looked at Qingwu, and when he saw Qingwu nod, he used all his strength to move the rock away.
The big stone weighed about ten pounds. Baimei and the little fox worked together to push it away. The old man and the fox were so tired that they were out of breath.
"Go down."
As soon as the old man and the fox heard these words, they were kicked from behind, and Wu Chen was dragged down together with them.
"ah!"
An old man and a fox ran through the darkness and fell to the ground. Before he could open his eyes, the old man with white eyebrows felt a pain in his waist. He was pressed so hard that his eyes rolled back. Then he heard a woman's soft cry from above.
"That was a close call. You almost dropped my delicate beauty."
The old charlatan weakly raised one hand, exhausted. Your delicate flower was saved, but my old chrysanthemum was nearly crushed to death!
A squeaking sound suddenly rang out.
Baimei felt a suction force and tried to get up from the ground in a hurry, but felt that his body was sucked tightly by the ground.
Wu Chen let out a frantic roar, "Hahaha! A bunch of idiots, you will die once you enter Xirang!"
"Your bodies and souls will become the nourishment of this place, and you will seek your own death, hahahahahahaha—"
A lump of mud hit Wu Chen's open ghost mouth. The mud ignored his body and soul, and began to expand and grow after entering his ghost mouth.
Wu Chen pinched his neck and his eyes bulged.
Qing Wu clapped her hands, jumped off Baimei's back, bent down, and moved left and right. She pinched Baimei's neck with one hand and grabbed the little fox's tail with the other hand, and pulled them up from the ground.
"Woo, woo, woo, Foxy almost suffocated to death in the mud."
Bai Mei was also panting, still in shock: "Thank you, thank you, Princess..."
Qing Wu threw the little fox onto his shoulder and said casually: "With the red rope, what are you afraid of? The more you are afraid, the weaker your Yang Fire will be. Don't you understand this principle?"
Baimei and the little fox calmed down and could indeed feel the warmth coming from the red rope tied around their wrists (the fox's neck).
Although there was a constant suction force coming from the soil beneath their bodies, there was no longer the terrifying feeling that their souls were being sucked away.
Wu Chen's mouth was blocked by the soil of Xirang, and most of his soul power was drained away. He stared at Qing Wu with bloodshot eyes, but he couldn't understand why this woman was not affected by Xirang?
This small hell of Xirang was created by Lord Qu Huang. The people like them can enter here because they bear Lord Qu Huang's mark.
But even so, you have to be extremely careful when walking here!
"Is this the fertile soil they cultivated? What the hell is this place!!" the little fox screamed.
After Baimei saw the surroundings clearly, he felt a chill down his spine and looked incredulous.
There is no light underground, but there are green ghost fires swirling, allowing people to see clearly. There is reddish-brown soil all around and even above the head. The soil is slowly wriggling and expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It seemed as if there were some living creatures hiding beneath the soil.
In just a moment, a clay figure emerged from the soil. The clay figure was lifelike, with pain and despair on its face.
Each clay figure looked like a child, with mud oozing from their eyes. Their heads did not move, but Baimei and the little fox felt that countless eyes were falling on them, and they felt cold all over.
Qing Wu rubbed her brows in pain. Her ears were extremely noisy, and the ghostly voices of all the resentful children who died unjustly in the Xirang fell into her ears.
——Help me, it hurts so much, it hurts so much…
——I don’t want to be eaten, I miss my daddy and mommy.
——Why me, why...
The noises were so noisy that they made people feel upset. Qing Wu listened carefully, looking for the familiar voice.
Gradually, a familiar moan sound came into my ears.
Qing Wu suddenly opened her eyes and walked quickly forward. Bai Mei and the little fox quickly pulled Wu Chen to follow.
They had to try their best to keep up with Qing Wu's speed, but they were tripped after taking only a few steps.
Mud-stained ghost hands emerged from the ground and grabbed their ankles.
Wu Chen laughed sinisterly upon seeing this. Half of his ghost body was contaminated by Xirang. Fortunately, he could speak: "These little ghosts died with their eyes wide open. They are filled with resentment. It doesn't matter if you can walk in Xirang. They will not let you go!"
"Really?" Qing Wu glanced at him coldly, then looked down at the little devil's hand that was holding her ankle, and said lightly: "Let go."
The ghost hand refused to let go, and Wu Chen's sneer became louder.
Qing Wu sighed. That’s why she didn’t like making friends with little ghosts. Ghost kids were just as annoying as naughty kids.
She pulled out the golden hairpin on her head, and in a blink of an eye the hairpin turned into a judge's pen in her hand. A ghostly aura surged out from Qing Wu's body, and her whole aura changed.
Qing Wu tapped the judge's pen lightly: "Come out and talk to them."
The next moment, a little fat ghost popped his head out of the judge's pen and excitedly said to the people around him: "Hurry up and let go, the beautiful sister is here to save you!"
"You still remember me, right? I escaped, and you will definitely be rescued too!"
The surrounding soil rolled up like waves, and the clay figures raised their heads stiffly, staring at Qing Wu with burning eyes.
The noisy ghostly voices roared over, and even Baimei and the little fox could hear them clearly. They were all children's voices.
——It’s Fat Tiger! He brought people to rescue us!
——Brother Huzi, it’s really Brother Huzi who is here!
——Great, we are saved!
They were noisy and eager to be rescued.
When the little fat ghost heard what was said around him, his eyes became wet.
When he was sucked into this place, it was his brothers and sisters who helped him escape, so that he could be taken away by Baimei.
And my younger brothers and sisters are still trapped here, and now finally... finally we can rescue them all!
The ghost hands that were holding Qing Wu and the others underground all let go.
Wu Chen couldn't believe it: "How is it possible!"
"These little ghosts are all slaves of Lord Qu Huang. How could they possibly go against Lord Qu Huang's wishes and help you?!"
Wu Chen obviously also recognized the little fat ghost. This little fat ghost had escaped from Xirang. Lord Qu Huang had been sending people to track down this little ghost.
"Idiot." Qing Wu sneered: "Who the hell is Qu Huang? He really thinks it's so easy to create a hell. He wants to control ghosts, is he qualified?"
Wu Chen was silent as a cicada in fear, and finally realized the horror.
He looked at Qing Wu in fear: "Who are you?"
How could Qing Wu pay any attention to him? She tapped the ground with her toes and said to the little ghosts around her: "I'm looking for a shameless squinty-eyed guy. Do you know where he is?"
The little ghosts chirped.
——Is it the stupid brother with a red line on the center of his forehead?
——Ah, he was in such a pity, that evil locust ghost pulled out his large intestine~
——He has a very foul mouth and is very good at cursing. But after he came, the locusts were only concerned with eating his flesh and didn't attack us, hehe~
Qing Wu & Judge's Pen: "..."
She pressed her eyebrows and said, "Take me to see him."
The next moment, the entire ground rolled up, and amid the screams of Baimei and the little fox, the ground rolled them towards the depths like an ocean wave.
Deep in the Xirang, in a bubbling mud pool, a man was hung on a stone pillar, with a soul-catching lock clasped around his scapula, and his naked upper body was ripped open.
His abdominal cavity was empty, the ghost body had been eaten away, revealing his sharp ribs. His eyes were closed on his feminine and handsome face, and faint snoring sounds could be heard from his nose.
"You can mess it up anywhere."
The woman exclaimed.
The male ghost shuddered, opened his squinting eyes, saw the woman standing by the mud pool, ignored her ugly expression, and bared his big white teeth:
"Hey, here you come~ damn~"
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