Chapter 184 [Thirteen Stations of the Hell]: The Preview of the Big Field of the Underworld, Breaking Into the Finals!

"Huh... ha... am I... dead?"

King Ren's voice was trembling, tears streaming down his face.

"The great ghost of impermanence arrives unexpectedly. You are wandering in the dark, and you don't know your sins or blessings."

"It is born and then dies, and all things are impermanent. After crossing the river of forgetfulness, all return to the eternal hometown."

A cold and sacred chant resounded between heaven and earth.

Wang Ren only felt a chill on his neck, and the familiar feeling of suffocation came again.

When he came back to his senses, his neck was tightly bound by the chains of black light, and when he traced back to the source, it was in the hands of the cold-faced black-robed figure.

"cough!"

King Ren was kicked and retreated a few steps.

How could he, who was born in a good family, have suffered such grievances, he just felt sad and desolate.

As soon as the legs are weak, they will fall into the bloody yellow river full of insects and snakes.

But seeing the white shadow flickering, the rather kind-faced ghost in white robes came over in an instant and grabbed his hand:

"There is no inn on Huangquan Road, so you can see where you are and get on the road."

The voice is deep and magnetic.

Ren Wang nodded repeatedly when he heard the words, and followed the black and white figures without waiting to be dragged.

Soon came to an earthen platform engraved with the three characters of "Wangxiangtai".

Holding the chain, King Ren climbed up with heavy steps. Through the vast mist, he saw his relatives who were still alive and the hundred thousand green hills in his hometown.

I can't help but feel sad and sentimental.

After getting off the Wangxiang Terrace, I stepped on a dirt road, walked and walked, and suddenly heard a dog barking.

When he looked up, he saw a group of vicious dogs with red eyes, drooling mouths, scars all over their bodies, and hair like steel needles pounced on them, biting and pulling wildly at the evil souls in their lifetime.

Soon there were stumps and wailing everywhere.

Seeing this situation, King Ren couldn't help trembling.

But still under Wuchang's care, I passed [Evil Dog Ridge] safely and went to [Jinji Mountain].

As soon as you enter the mountain, there will be groups of roosters rushing towards you, with iron beaks like swords, and the scene is even more miserable than the last stop.

King Ren swallowed his saliva, and walked away full of apprehension.

After a short rest in [Wild Ghost-Village], I went to [Ecstasy Hall] to drink the slightly bitter "mantra water".

Finally ushered in the final "judgment".

Looking up, one can see a majestic and majestic city standing under the dark blue "sky".

The word "Fengdu" is written on the horizontal plaque like blood rust.

Ren Dynasty looked on both sides, and saw a large area of ​​towering ancient trees growing outside the city.

Flocks of crows perched on it, not croaking, just staring at the ghosts of the past with their scarlet eyes.

The dark wind is blowing, the sea of ​​trees is surging, and the shadow of a crow is floating, like a monster with teeth and claws, ready to pounce at any time to eat its favorite nape.

King Ren stood in such an environment for an unknown amount of time.

Boundless fear surged in his heart, and the man who never cried cried for the third time in a day.

The anxiety accumulated to the extreme, and it was ignited the moment the herald called his name: "King Ren, it's your turn."

Hearing this, King Ren only felt a thrust coming from behind, he entered the city just a second ago, and entered a large hall the next moment.

The door of the temple fell suddenly, making him tremble in fright.

Looking around, I saw strange shadows floating in the empty hall.

Black and white impermanence are listed on both sides, long flags and ecstasy locks are automatic without wind;

The gold and silver phantoms each hold their shackles, with their arms wrapped around each other, and the whole body is full of evil spirits;

A huge figure whose face cannot be seen clearly guards the gate of the palace, only a horse face and a cow head can be vaguely seen;

The burly Yin God with a strange appearance holds the scroll, holds a sword in one hand, has a leopard head with ring eyes, iron face and curly temples;

The elegant figure was wearing a dark red robe, with a livid complexion, holding a book in one hand and a pen in the other, as if he was judging all living beings.

As for the figure sitting on the main seat...

King Ren didn't dare to spy at all.

He always had an intuition that as long as he dared to look up, his eyes would be pierced directly.

So he lowered his head and fell on the bluestone brick surface.

There were only dark green candles flickering from all directions, making people frightened and extremely disturbed.

"King Ren! You are guilty!"

At this time, there was a roar, like thunder on the ground, which frightened King Ren's liver and gallbladder, and his soul trembled.

"I... Xiaomin..."

Before he could finish explaining, a burly figure with white hair reaching his waist came over and tugged at him.

The strength was so great that no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free, and he couldn't escape, so he could only be carried and approached the blood pool in despair.

"ah!"

Wang Ren felt a gust of wind hit his face, and his head and body began to sink.

The next moment, consciousness returned to the physical body.

When he opened his eyes again, he had forgotten everything that had just happened.

But the fear that penetrated into the soul did not disappear, but was deeply rooted in the bottom of my heart.

As a result, King Ren's legs gave way and he fell into the river. He didn't catch his breath for a long time.

When his condition was a little better, he tremblingly took out the remote control from his pocket and pressed the "Surrender" button.

"I voted."

He spoke weakly, as if he was about to lose his breath and die in the next second.

"The kalings under me are too bad, what a guy, it scares people like this."

Ji Nian shook his head.

It is said that "the one who is close to vermilion is red, and the one who is close to ink is black".

Why didn't the Kalings follow an honest man like me, instead of learning it well, and instead grew more and more crooked?

"But that's good too. People like me who are 'honest and responsible' are easily bullied by Kaling, who has few bad points."

"well."

Thinking about it, Ji Nian seemed to pat the paper horse unintentionally, and it raised its tail made of paper strips and slapped Ren Wang.

Ren Wang was in pain for a while, and finally came back to his senses, but his expression was still a little dull.

Although he has forgotten all the things and scenes, the sentence "life is over" still echoes in his mind all the time, causing him a great psychological shadow.

When Ji Nian saw this, he also felt a trace of guilt very rarely and truly.

It stands to reason that he has no grievances with Ren Wang, so there is no need to use this kind of dream ultimatum that still needs to be perfected.

But among the peers he has met, only a few people including the other party can withstand this blow.

Ji Nian had long thought that whoever was assigned to his group in the semi-finals would be the "guinea pig".

There is absolutely no targeting, the main thing is fairness.

But he is a "kind-hearted" person after all, and seeing the other party frightened like this, he felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"No way, this experiment must be done. The big field of the underworld has a lot to do with it. I have to take one step at a time and rehearse it several times in advance."

"In this way, we can count what kind of domain cards and summon cards to do in the future."

Ji Nian recalled the scenes that just happened, and said in his heart:

"I'm not in a hurry for the summoning cards. I haven't made [General Damage] and [Xue Baochai] yet, so I can't chew them off."

"For domain cards, [Red and White Collision] has been gradually perfected, and [Pretending to be a God] has only a beginning, and a new line must be opened."

"For example, [The Thirteen Stations of the Underworld]..."

"A fantasy dream that has only traveled seven or eight stations can scare King Ren into such a virtue."

"If these sites are really made out, and a few 'actors' are cast in their true colors, the scene...isn't too good-looking."

Images emerged in his mind, Ji Nian couldn't help but his eyes flickered slightly.

He just used the dream as the drawing board, the little golden silkworm as the special effects director, the seventh master and the eighth master as the leading role, and the zongzi paper figurine as the group performance, and the effect produced was just as shocking.

If the cards are really made, what's the deal?

"Mythical cards really have a lot to do."

Ji Nian smiled, and stopped scaring Ren Wang, flattered his horse and went straight to the Grand View Garden.

The team behind them floated across the water at the same time, beating and beating all the way, throwing paper flowers and copper coins.

"The music of bells and drums, mandarin ducks and ducks fly together, petrels and swallows live together, and the heaven and earth play the final song."

"The dragon and the phoenix follow each other, open their mouths for the fish, face each other day by day, and be rich and honored for thousands of years."

The paper figurines who accompany the groom at the front walk and sing.

The sound intertwined with the suona sound, gradually drifting away.

King Ren turned his head to look, and saw the grand garden standing in the most prosperous place at the foot of the emperor.

It is as charming and prosperous as a dream, untouchable and infinitely beautiful.

It is also like a gorgeous tomb, burying all good and evil, love and hatred in the world.

When the happy sedan chair enters the house, it is like a coffin buried in the ground.

No more bells, drums, or crowds of people, only the mournful cry of a woman.

At the same time, the funeral procession set off again.

Sitting cross-legged on the head of the coffin, the woman in the coffin pats Shoucai lightly, and follows the tune:

"Don't argue with others when you are alone, and sleep without food and clothing."

"Don't buy mud walls with low eaves, and more flowers to wrap around the high platform."

"It's cold and you need to add more firewood. Close the doors and windows to keep out the cold."

"It's hard to see you again if you don't have a chance in the future, so it won't be annoying if you read a few more times."

The mournful singing is intertwined with the heavy drumming.

In addition to the horror, it also brings the warmth of flesh and blood.

After that, the two will be farewell, and I only hope to see you in the next life.

With a sea of ​​bitterness in my heart, I asked again and again.

"The road has been gone, the river has been crossed, and I will enter the yin house early to avoid the hardships of wind and frost."

Carrying the coffin on the shoulders of the birthday, they gradually walked away, and those who beat the banners threw paper money, and the sound of mourning slowly dissipated.

"Don't argue with others when you are alone, and 'come into your dreams' without food and clothing."

"I hope to see you in the next life, think carefully, the mortal world is like a prison, and I will never come again..."

Singing this last line, the singing and drumming disappeared together.

King Ren got up slowly, and the river flowed down his trouser legs. From a distance, there was no shadow of the funeral procession.

Only the mist that hasn't dissipated and the tombs full of weeds.

A sudden wind blew away the white man all over the field, and took away the paper money.

The sky is getting dark, and the world is dark blue, like the deep sea.

King Ren got up and looked around, and saw:

One side is decorated with colorful lights and red lanterns, but it is eerie and quiet, like a tomb;

On one side, there are sparkling ghost fires and a tattered white mantle hanging, but there are ghostly shadows, just like the world.

red and white.

"it is finally over……"

Ren Wang slipped and fell to sit by the river.

It can be regarded as "a blessing in disguise", after experiencing the great horror between life and death, he suddenly felt that these two happy and mourning teams were nothing more than that.

"If it happens again, I'm sure..."

As soon as King Ren spoke halfway, he swallowed it back down his throat.

He swallowed, looking at the hand on his left shoulder.

A strong sense of fear struck again, and I felt a chill on the back of my neck.

Holding his composure, he turned his head to look at the other side, and was facing an extremely pale smiling face mixed with drunkenness and madness.

"Brother Ren, I'm getting married today, why don't you go in and drink?"

"What? Do you think the wine in my house is not good? Or is the food unpalatable?"

The bridegroom officer tilted his head and asked with a smile, with bloody blush still on his face.

"me……"

Ren Wang sniffed, and cried again: "I'm allergic to alcohol."

"It's okay, just practice."

The groom patted him on the shoulder and said softly.