After the Black and White Impermanence left, Luo Zheyu tilted his head slightly and looked towards a building.
The whole building had about five or six floors, and it was all dark, with not a single light coming out of the windows.
Due to the frequent ghost markets that gather here, no one has lived there for a long time.
"come out."
The whole building was silent. The ghosts surrounded by the silver-white flames behind him looked at each other, wondering who he was talking to.
Luo Zheyu only shouted once, and seeing that the other party was pretending to be stupid and had no reaction, hiding behind the building and refusing to show up, he suddenly swung the sickle.
The sickle was swung from bottom to top, and a ball of silver-white flame broke away from the blazing flame on the blade. Following the trajectory of the sickle, it was thrown into the sky, passed over the top of the building, and fell straight to the other side. It was blocked by the wall and disappeared from sight.
The hundreds of ghosts behind him were also watching intently, quietly waiting for what would happen next.
One second...
Two seconds...
“Ouch!”
A frightened scream came from behind the building. There really was someone hiding there.
"What the hell, go away!"
Along with panicked shouts, a black ghost figure was chased out of its hiding place by a silver-white fireball and appeared in the field of vision.
The ghost was a man wearing a black robe. He had shiny black hair tied up straight up with a pointed tip. Except for the powder on his face which was too white, his whole head looked like a black flower bud.
I don't know how much hairspray I used to keep my hairstyle in place.
The silver-white fireball chased the ghost in black robe relentlessly, forcing him to run towards Luo Zheyu intentionally or unintentionally. While dodging the attacking silver-white fireball, he tried to run to the side, but could only get closer and closer to Luo Zheyu.
“Ancestor…” The skinny ghost who had been talking nonsense earlier stared with his eyes wide open and said with his mouth wide open: “Ancestor, come and save me!”
"Why are you controlling the fire to chase me? I'm just passing by here!"
The black-robed ghost accused Luo Zheyu loudly, as if he didn't know him, and completely ignored the thin man's urgent calls.
The silver-white flame on the sickle was quickly retracted. Luo Zheyu took two or three steps forward at an extremely fast speed, turning into a wisp of black wind. The ghosts only saw a flash before their eyes, and the sickle was already firmly placed on the black-robed ghost.
"Follow me to the underworld."
A clear and transparent voice whispered.
The black-robed ghost stood there, not daring to move. He looked down as hard as he could, staring at the black sickle next to his neck. He raised his hands and said harmlessly, "I'll go to the underworld with you. I'll go with you. Put down the sickle and we can talk..."
The threat posed by the sickle to him was no less than that of the silver-white flame.
These are things that can kill you if you touch them.
I didn't check the almanac before going out today, and I'm so unlucky.
In the end, this "old ancestor" could not escape the fate of being tied up. Luo Zheyu put down the sickle and let him go to the end of the rope and tie himself up with the rope with confidence.
How well the knot is tied will affect their own boating experience in a while.
Although the hands of these hundreds of ghosts were tied together, their fingers could still move. Luo Zheyu gave them a few minutes to pack up their stalls and let those who wanted to take away take them. Then he walked forward and pulled the front end of the rope that was tied up with a bunch of ghosts.
"I'm leaving."
But in the blink of an eye, Luo Zheyu and hundreds of ghosts tied with ropes disappeared from the spot and appeared in the Styx space.
“Crash…”
There was a huge sound of falling into the water, and splashes of water were heard.
Hundreds of ghosts tied in a chain with ropes fell into the River Styx. Luo Zheyu stood on a small silver boat with ropes in his hands.
“Crash…crash…”
The silver boat started quickly and moved straight and fast.
The ghosts tied with ropes were carried on the river by the extremely fast speed of the silver boat, like surfing.
The silver boat was dragging a long tail behind it, drifting left and right and up and down.
“Ahhh—”
The ghosts screamed in chaos, their hair flying in disarray and their expressions distorted with fear.
I hadn't expected this to happen at all, and I was completely panicked.
“Slow down, slow down!”
"Stop, sir! I'm not ready yet!"
"Help……"
"Pah, pah, pah! This water is bitter!"
"It actually has a smell? Gurgle gurgle..."
"Ugh, that's nonsense, it's obviously sour, it's so sour..."
"My weapons! My weapons are being washed away by the water!"
Then something really broke away from the team and fell down, floating in the water, no longer moving forward with the silver boat.
There were several ghosts, including the "old ancestor" tied at the end of the rope.
They deliberately loosened their ropes at the beginning, waiting for an opportunity to escape.
At this time, they were in the River Styx, surrounded by vast river water. If they dived into the water, they didn't believe that the silver-white flame would ignore the natural law that water and fire could not coexist and chase them into the water.
They were all very smug in their hearts, thinking that this man who suddenly appeared and claimed to send them to the underworld let them escape so easily. It seemed that he was just a fool with all the power but no brains.
Without the towing of the silver boat and the restraint of the rope, the ghosts that had broken free from the ropes stayed in the river. They wanted to escape, but they could not move forward or backward. They could not move at all and could only stay where they were. Heavy pressure suddenly surged from all directions of the river, squeezing their shadowy souls and pulling them deeper into the waters of the Styx little by little.
“What’s going on!?”
"Oh no, there's something fishy about the river water!"
The bodies of ghosts are different from those of the flesh. Gravity is useless to them, and they will not sink or float in water. Their movements depend entirely on their own will, and it is impossible for them to sink to the bottom of the river involuntarily.
After all, no one would be drowned by water after becoming a ghost.
Several ghosts struggled hard, but they could not withstand the power of the water of the River Styx, and their bodies were dragged down inch by inch.
“Help! Help!”
A ghost shouted and waved vigorously at the silver boat that was moving farther and farther ahead.
Other ghosts followed suit.
"Sir! Help!"
"I don't dare to run away anymore, please save me!"
"Master, come and take us back!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The black-robed ghost "Old Ancestor" has tears on his face.
He has been practicing Taoism for more than 300 years and is considered a strong man in the world. After evading the pursuit of the Black and White Impermanence, he has lived a very carefree life. He has hundreds of disciples and followers. He never thought that he would encounter such a vicious attack when he was just taking his favorite disciple out for a walk. Now he has to beg others to catch him after escaping.
I always feel that if I sink down, my soul will either be torn apart or I will be trapped here forever. Compared with the two, being sent to the underworld is not something that is difficult to accept.
One can also practice in the underworld, but it is desolate and the ghosts are greedy and cannot let go of the prosperity and bustle of the human world.
Entering the underworld is like being in prison, so boring, and no match for the human world.
Luo Zheyu, who was standing leisurely on the silver boat, heard the shouting behind him, turned around, waved and smiled at the ghosts who were struggling frantically with only their eyes and arms exposed on the river.
Then.
Under the expectant gazes of several ghosts, he slowly turned around.
The silver boat did not change direction and went farther and farther away.
The few pairs of eyes that appeared on the surface of the river gradually became desperate, and were quickly dragged into the depths of the river by the water of the Styx.
The ghosts tied together by ropes and hung behind the silver boat turned their heads in unison and breathed a sigh of relief.
Among them, at least most of the ghosts, if not all, were ready to escape.
I was just about to run away...
It's just that I didn't move fast enough and was one step late.
Fortunately, fortunately.
His fingers tapped lightly on the oar, making a slight sound.
Luo Zheyu had a smile on his face and his brows were relaxed.
The water of the River Styx will only cause a little pain to the ghosts but will not kill them.
After sending all the ghosts on this ship to the underworld, we will come back to retrieve the "lost" ghosts.
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The gentle, huge and pure power merged into the body almost unhindered and quickly turned into one's own soul power.
The soul and body become much more solid and full of strength.
When I opened my eyes again, the whole world seemed a little different in my eyes.
But I can’t tell where the difference is.
Just a little bit more.
If you absorb more soul power, you should be able to feel the difference.
The silver boat just reached the other side and stopped on the shore.
"Oh my..."
"Finally I'm here. I drank a bellyful of water. It's so sweet..."
This ghost tasted the water of the River Styx and found it sweet.
"Nonsense, it's obviously sour!"
"It's bitter, okay?"
"You really are... you dare to drink any water. You are alive today only because you are not human."
A ghost clicked his tongue and shook his head, then swam towards the other side of the water, pulling at the rope.
"What are you talking about? Who are you calling inhuman? You are not a human!"
"Hey, can you say you're a person now?"
"you……"
"Alright, alright, stop arguing. Look over there, is that the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Mask?"
The ghosts looked in the direction he pointed.
The one who brought them here was standing in the flowers of the other shore, talking to the two ghost messengers opposite.
"One has an ox's head, and the other has a horse's head. It must be an ox-headed and horse-faced one, there's no doubt about it!"
"Hey, you guys, are we really going to stay in the underworld?"
"Of course not. We're already here, how could it be fake?"
"Some time ago, during the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, when the gates of hell were wide open, I heard the guys in the underworld say that life in the underworld is not easy, there is nothing, it's very boring, and... "
Having said this, he paused.
"And what? Tell me quickly." The other ghosts urged.
"Ahem..." He cleared his throat and continued:
"Also, I heard from the guys in the underworld that once we enter the underworld, no matter whether we are to be reincarnated or endure the boredom and loneliness of cultivating in the underworld, our first stop is to go to the King of Hell's Palace to be judged!"
"Anyone who does bad things will go to the eighteen levels of hell and suffer!"
The ghosts became quiet, their minds full of thoughts.
"How about... while they are talking, we..."
A ghost pointed at Luo Zheyu and the Ox-Head and Horse-Face who were conversing on the other side. Although he hadn't finished speaking, his meaning was very clear.
He wanted to escape again.
"No, no, if you want to run, run. I still need to keep my three souls and seven spirits to cultivate well. When I get tired of this life, I will go and ask for a bowl of Mengpo soup to drink and end this life."
"But aren't you afraid of the eighteen levels of hell?"
"Yes, I am afraid, but I am more afraid of being killed by that adult."
"Yes, yes, that person is so unreasonable. He didn't even bother to tell us the same thing a second time. You haven't forgotten those people who sank in the river just now..."
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