Such a large number of wrongful deaths, even if they are just numbers on paper, are not as shocking as seeing them directly. Everyone couldn't help but be secretly shocked, and when they heard the cause of death reported by the judge, they had some vague guesses in their hearts.
Normally, living people cannot enter Hell because it is the world of the dead.
So, why do those living people come to the underworld, fall from the top of the underworld, die on the road to the underworld, or drown in the water of the Forgotten River?
This experience was very similar to their previous sudden appearance above the underworld.
After figuring out a little bit, everyone shuddered and couldn't help but touch their bodies which were intact with all limbs intact.
It is indeed better to sit under a big tree and enjoy the shade.
Everyone looked at Luo Zheyu who was standing on the side, their eyes bright and full of gratitude.
My lifesaver is such a nice person and looks so good, it’s so touching!
If Luo Zheyu had not stepped forward after the plane landed in the Wangchuan River and used flames to devour and drive away the ghosts in the river, the plane would have been dragged into the water by the countless ghosts in the river sooner or later, and those on the plane would have been unable to escape, and their final fate would have been to sink into the river together, becoming the few lines on the page in the judge's hand: "sunk into the river and drowned."
"Oh, right, when the Bull-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons saw us, they told us to give up our bodies and drink Meng Po soup to be reborn!"
"Yes, yes!"
"We are not dead yet, why should we drink Meng Po soup or be reborn into another world..."
"Call the Ox-Head and Horse to come." shouted the King of Hell.
After the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons came into the hall in a daze, they heard the King of Hell asking questions and replied that it was Jiang Si who told them after he came out of the King of Hell's Palace, and that the King of Hell asked so, so they went to do it.
"This matter is closely related to Jiang Si." The King of Hell frowned, and his spiritual sense spread out, carefully observing the place where Jiang Si usually opened the Yin-Yang channel and set up the formation.
Sure enough, I saw that several parts of the formation were different from usual, with traces of slight changes and then being adjusted.
"Please wait here for a moment!"
The King of Hell could no longer sit still and only had time to leave a few words. Before he finished speaking, he disappeared in the hall.
But in the blink of an eye, the King of Hell arrived at the formation that opened the Yin-Yang channel, clasped his hands together, and used his magic power.
The sword finger was placed against his forehead, and pictures appeared in his mind.
In the picture, Jiang Si, wearing a long robe, sat here, guarding the formation while writing and drawing with a pen and paper, with a smile on his face from time to time. Although he was still thin, it was completely different from his usual gloomy appearance.
Finally, he carefully blew dry the ink on the three pages filled with writing, folded them and put them into an envelope. He wrote the four words "Written by Meng Po" on the envelope, then stood up and called the little ghost and handed the envelope to the little ghost.
Not long after, the little ghost came back with a letter.
Jiang Si waved away the little devil and opened the envelope impatiently. He took out the letter and looked at it carefully in his hand. The smile slowly froze on his face and gradually disappeared, returning to his usual gloomy appearance.
He stood there for a moment, then suddenly tore the letter in his hand into pieces, threw it on the ground and stomped on it a few times.
Unexpectedly, several small pieces of letter paper were lifted up by the wind when he raised his foot, fluttering and falling into the formation. Two of them just covered the nodes of the formation.
When Jiang Si realized something was wrong and removed the pieces of letter paper from the formation in panic, the formation began to change slightly in several places.
Jiang Si hurriedly restored the formation and resumed its previous position, but it was too late. The positions of several passages between yin and yang had changed, and hundreds of living people were brought to the underworld.
What he is doing now is just to close those passages, but those who have already entered the underworld are not going back yet.
Putting down the two fingers that were pressed against his forehead, Yan Wang rubbed his forehead with a headache. The spell he just used was a spell that could replay the scene.
This Jiang Si! It's so infuriating.
What kind of love letter is this for an old man who has been single for hundreds of years? What the hell is going on!
It would have been fine if he had just written a love letter, but he got angry and embarrassed when he was rejected. It would have been fine if he had just gotten angry and embarrassed, but he actually did something like this while on duty!
The King of Hell could guess what happened next without asking any more questions. It was nothing more than that Jiang Si had caused a great disaster by opening the road from the world of the living to the underworld above the Yellow Springs. The living people who accidentally entered the underworld appeared directly in the sky and fell to their deaths on the road to the Yellow Springs. The lucky few fell into the Wangchuan River, but were also dragged to the bottom of the river and drowned by the ghosts in the Wangchuan River who were jealous of their survival.
However, Jiang Si tried to conceal the truth by making those who died unjustly due to his dereliction of duty and mistakes drink Meng Po soup and reincarnate, so as to avoid them suing in the Palace of the King of Hell, because then the mistakes he made would be exposed.
Because the passage was opened incorrectly, a total of more than 500 people entered the underworld, of whom more than 200 died. The other 200 or so people who escaped were the people on the plane.
The group of people on the plane were lucky enough not to die, but in Jiang Si's eyes, they were a hindrance. He had already made mistakes and done many irreversible things. He didn't want to let his efforts go to waste because of these people, so he simply went all out and wanted to let these living people reincarnate.
Unexpectedly, this group of living people was protected by a powerful "spirit". The Bull-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons failed to send them directly into reincarnation, but instead brought them all the way to the Palace of Hades. Jiang Si had no choice but to take action again...
Jiang Si has been working in the underworld for hundreds of years. During this period, he has been diligent and conscientious, and has never made any major mistakes. However, this time he has caused a huge disaster, and instead of thinking about how to remedy the situation, he has simply made his mistake even more thorough.
"Mr. Jiang, one wrong step will lead to all the wrong steps..."
The low sigh of the King of Hell echoed here. The formation was still running, but the person who had been guarding here for hundreds of years no longer existed in this world.
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"I have investigated the whole story. This is all because of Director Jiang's negligence, which led to a serious mistake and caused you to suffer innocently."
"It was Chief Jiang who wanted to harm you first, and therefore he was beheaded and his soul was scattered. I can let it go, but you have to stay for a while. I have something to discuss with you. Are you willing?" The King of Hell looked at Luo Zheyu who was standing aside and asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, that's exactly what I meant." Luo Zheyu also wanted to know how the King of Hell knew that he was not from this world, and he wanted to understand more about his ability to travel through dreams.
"All electronic equipment that comes into contact with the water of the Forgotten River will malfunction. I can't return the plane to you, so I will send you back to the world of the living."
The King of Hell sat behind the desk and waved his hand, causing his wide robe and sleeves to flutter in the air.
The figures of the people standing in the hall disappeared quickly and involuntarily.
"Everyone, see you another day." The King of Hell's deep voice echoed in his ears.
No no no, we don't want to see you!
Everyone was very resistant.
"Wait a minute!" GG shouted loudly, just because the golden ID spoke in the live broadcast room, hoping to communicate with the King of Hell.
However, GG still disappeared into the underworld at an irresistible speed.
"Thank you, Luo Zheyu..." she shouted hurriedly, knowing that this departure would bring an end to this wonderful journey. The "spirit" transformed from the puppet pendant would separate from her and remain in the underworld. Unfortunately, before she could finish her words, she was no longer in the underworld.
"What are you waiting for? Staying in hell for too long is not good for the living." The King of Hell muttered softly.
He turned his head and looked at Luo Zheyu.
"May I ask what your name is? Can we discuss this in more detail?"
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Overnight, videos and stories about "Hell and Yellow Springs" spread all over the Internet, but many of the videos were censored and rendered unwatchable after only less than an hour.
But this did not affect people's enthusiasm. Instead, the discussion became more intense. Since the video could not be uploaded, they turned the videos they had saved long ago into dynamic small pictures and static screenshots and uploaded them to the Internet.
The saying of "Hell and Yellow Springs" becomes more and more popular the more it is banned.
Countless posts and comments were deleted, and accounts of people were blocked, but people became more determined to believe in the information revealed in the video and continued to discuss and spread it with each other.
On the other side, after the passengers of flight K*** were sent out of the underworld by the King of Hell, more than 200 people appeared out of thin air in a sparsely populated suburb. In just ten minutes, several helicopters came to pick them up.
In small separate rooms, more than 200 people were questioned individually. The interrogators repeatedly asked them about everything they encountered in the underworld, including any details.
Even the pattern on a piece of stone and the direction in which the red spider lilies are blooming have to be described.
That’s not all. After a long period of work and letting them rest for a while, they were given paper and pen and asked to write down in detail what they had seen and heard along the way.
These more than 200 people, including children in the first grade and people in their seventies, did not escape and all racked their brains to write essays about their trip to Huangquan.
Among them, GG was questioned specifically, especially about the information about Luo Zheyu.
There was nothing to hide, GG told the truth. The government quickly found the merchants and manufacturers who had sold the doll pendants, and went to the RA mental hospital and under GG's bed to search... it was quite a hassle.
This was their first contact with the legendary Hell and Yellow Springs, and they were unwilling to miss any details that might be related to it.
A middle-aged man with sparse hair and pale complexion carefully took out the red spider lily, the water of the Forget River that he secretly bottled, and a handful of yellow soil from the Yellow Springs Road from his backpack, handed them over to the government, and asked to participate in the research.
These three items were regarded as treasures and carefully escorted to the secret research institute.
Even though the information about "Hell and Yellow Springs" was banned and blocked, it still had an enormous impact on the people. For example, piles of burnt paper money and incense sticks could be seen everywhere on the roadside; fewer people used to work overtime and walk at night, and fewer people went crazy in places that never sleep, such as bars; the crime rate suddenly dropped to an extremely low level; people became more gentle on the surface, and the number of people gossiping suddenly decreased.
After all, bad people who do evil things will be thrown into the eighteen levels of hell and suffer punishment after death, even if they have done nothing wrong during their lifetime or have been punished during their lifetime.
Moreover, souls have been proven to exist, and no one wants to be ashamed to face their deceased relatives in the afterlife.
However, various superstitious beliefs have gradually emerged like mushrooms after rain.
In order to prevent some people from doing extreme things due to excessive superstition, the government has to come forward to "debunk rumors."
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There is no progress.
Although the King of Hell could tell that Luo Zheyu was not from this world, he was unable to obtain any other information. Even though Luo Zheyu cooperated very well in studying himself, he was unable to come to any conclusion.
"I know the existence of the outside world, but I have never come into contact with people from it. We can't find the source of your coming to this world. Perhaps it is related to the fact that we know too little about it."
The King of Hell put down a chess piece and spoke softly.
"Yeah." Luo Zheyu responded casually. He held a piece of wood in his slender jade fingers and carved on it with a dagger. There was a rustling sound. The dagger fluttered around the wood like a butterfly, and sawdust fell from time to time.
"If you stay a little longer, you will surely discover something."
"Pah." The judge sitting opposite the King of Hell dropped a piece of stone, leisurely and not participating in their conversation.
"Okay." Luo Zheyu replied, blowing lightly on the wood he was carving in his hand.
The sawdust dispersed, revealing the wood that was gradually being carved into a human figure.
During the first three days in Hell, Luo Zheyu traveled all over the underworld and the eighteen levels of hell.
Then he ran in the Yellow Springs, which seemed endless and boundless. On both sides of the Wangchuan River, the flowers of the other shore bloomed luxuriantly and brightly. On the other side of the Naihe Bridge, perhaps someone was unwilling to step on the Naihe Bridge, drink Mengpo soup, and enter the reincarnation. He always stood in the flowers of the other shore waiting for his lover whose life span in the world had not yet ended, enduring the pain of loneliness day by day.
In the surging and boiling water of the Forgotten River, countless souls are still struggling or drowning. These are the people who committed too serious sins in their lifetime. They cannot even wait to enter hell and have to sink and float in the water of the Forgotten River first.
The blood-yellow river water is extremely poisonous to ghosts. Walking in it is indescribably painful, as if the ghosts are covered with torn wounds and are being poured over by thick salt water again and again, becoming heavier and heavier, and more and more painful. If they cannot hold on and sink into the river, they will never float up or get out, and will remain in the waters of the Forgotten River forever.
"Handsome boy, sit down and have a rest, have a bowl of soup before leaving~"
Every time he passed the Naihe Bridge, Meng Po would invite him to drink Meng Po Soup. Even if he was rejected several times, he still persisted.
"I don't want to forget the world yet, why do you always invite me to drink Meng Po soup?" Luo Zheyu gently pushed away the bowl blocking his chest and asked Meng Po.
"Puchi..." Meng Po covered her lips and chuckled, her eyes moving, and her snow-white jade fingers covered her bright red, plump lips.
"As for me, I just asked casually. Seeing that you are so handsome, I couldn't help but strike up a conversation with you every time. But you are so heartless and still as indifferent as when we first met~"
"If you have something to say, you can just tell me. There's no need to do this."
Luo Zheyu's face was full of seriousness.
"Alas, how ruthless." Meng Po sighed, and suddenly seemed to think of something, her eyes rolled, and she leaned over, holding her chest. "Brother, my chest hurts, what should I do?"
Luo Zheyu: …
It's so fake, you can tell at first glance that it's fake.
"Drink a bowl of soup you made yourself and the pain will go away." He started talking nonsense.
"Okay, little brother, feed me~" Meng Po said with a smile, her eyes curved with a hint of light.
Hearing this, Luo Zheyu gently picked up the large bowl, put it to Meng Po's mouth and drank it all in one gulp.
"Burp." Meng Po drank the bowl of Meng Po soup she cooked without hesitation, and even burped.
Her eyes were confused, as if she didn't know what day it was, and she looked around blankly.
When she saw Luo Zheyu standing in front of her and observing her carefully, her eyes suddenly lit up.
"You look so unfamiliar, little brother. What are you looking at me for? Are you going to reincarnate? Sit down and chat with me, and drink a bowl of Meng Po soup before you leave~"
Luo Zheyu took a step back.
"No, see you later."
After watching the King of Hell try cases for a few days, it became boring again.
The life story of every ghost is mostly recorded. Even if it is not, the King of Hell has plenty of ways to prevent the ghosts from lying to him. All cases are just a formality. The ghosts are asked to confess their crimes and then sent to the eighteen levels of hell according to the severity of their crimes. There is no suspense at all.
Luo Zheyu watched while carefully carving the puppet in his hand.
"I have to leave the underworld."
"Wait two more days. We already have some clues. Maybe there will be progress in two days." The King of Hell advised.
Then wait two more days.
The puppet in my hand has not been carved yet.
Two days later.
Luo Zheyu carefully wiped the surface of the puppet with a coarse cloth.
"Who is this?" asked the King of Hell.
"Old friend."
I saw that brown puppet with its hair tied up with a crown and wearing a wide robe. It had a straight and slender figure, a handsome face, slightly round eyes, which made it look a bit innocent. The corners of its mouth were slightly upturned, and it looked gentle even when it wasn't smiling. A long sword with a sheath was hung on its back.
This was the first puppet that Luo Zheyu carved. Some details were not handled well, making the puppet look a little ugly. He held it in his palm and squeezed it, then placed the puppet on the table in front of him.
"Yama."
"Thank you for the treat."
"Are you leaving? Wait a few more days..."
"It's probably impossible to get results in a short period of time when traveling between different interface sources."
"And I want to go home."
"Wait a little longer. We have some clues about this matter and we will definitely get something." The King of Hell grabbed Luo Zheyu's hand and said in a deep voice.
He wanted to learn from Luo Zheyu how to travel to other dimensions. Ever since he knew that the outside world was so vast, he was unwilling to be confined to this world forever.
Even if you can visit other realms occasionally, it would be great.
However, Luo Zheyu would not be willing to stay. Even if he stayed for a few more days, the King of Hell would figure out something, but he would only want to study it in depth and find out more. Before he could find a way to travel through the interface, the King of Hell would never want Luo Zheyu to leave.
The time spent during this period needs to be calculated in years.
This time, after becoming an assassin puppet, he finally gained the ability to freely leave the body he was traveling through. Luo Zheyu couldn't wait to return to his real body.
He still has a family.
As he travels through time in his dreams more and more times, and if the time he stays in the bodies he travels through becomes longer and longer, will his relationship with his family in reality change because of his experiences?
Luo Zheyu doesn't want to change, he has to leave.
"King of Hell, all good things must come to an end."
"back."
He pulled his index finger out of Yama's clenched hand.
"meeting."
The second middle finger is pulled out.
“There’s a time limit!”
The remaining fingers were pulled out forcefully from Yan Wang's loosened grasp.
Luo Zheyu took a step back and used the assassin puppet's ability - scattering spirits.
His figure quickly turned into a spot of light and disintegrated into the air.
The King of Hell watched him leave with regret and sighed softly.
He reached out and took the little puppet that Luo Zheyu had placed on the table and looked at it.
“…The carving is really ugly.”
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