1157 Too Locomotive

All the way to Huangquan, Du Hong's mouth never stopped, bang, bang, bang, and even asked Wang Qianchen to take pictures of him as a souvenir, making it like a trip to the underworld. Seeing that he reached the door of the Yinsi General Office again, the door there was directly open, and the ghosts entered the Yanluo Palace in turn with the ghosts on them, and it seemed that there were no other restrictions.

Black and white impermanence stood at the door of the Yama Temple, strictly examining every ghost that entered and exited, and there were sounds of mourning and begging for mercy from time to time.

"Almost here, I'll do it myself." Wang Qianchen found a place where no one was there and stopped.

"How can I get here? Let me tell you, although I am a ghost, I feel that I am different here and in the human world. I am weak and powerless in the human world, but I am full of strength here, and I can definitely help you. very busy..."

Before Du Hong finished speaking, Wang Qianchen took out the soul lock lamp.

"No, it's too crowded inside, and Chen Wanhe's feet are particularly stinky, and Tan Zuo always farts..."

Wang Qianchen

With a wave of his hand, Du Hong was put into the lock soul lamp, and the noisy sound finally stopped. Then, he restored the bricks to their original shape, stuffed them into his lower back, used his stealth skills, and quietly entered the Yinsi General Conference.

In the large courtyard, the ghosts stepped into the Yama Hall in an orderly manner, so that the footsteps of Wang Qianchen alone would not be abrupt. There are also many halls on both sides, which are the working places of other gods. Some are open and some are closed. Wang Qianchen does not know what their functions are.

Wang Qianchen swept past the long line of ghosts, and silently passed through the black and white impermanence, and entered the Yama Hall alone.

If Wei Zihua is in the underworld, he must be in the Yan Luo Temple. How can there be no judge Cui next to the Great Emperor Yan Luo? But no, in the Yama Hall, the handsome young man was sitting alone in the lobby, and the side was empty, not to mention the judge, not even a master.

Although the handsome young man has just taken office, he is quite serious and responsible for his work. Every ghost who comes in, he personally asks about his life, place of origin, age and death.

For the reason, it is necessary to open the book of life and death and compare them one by one to confirm that they are correct.

On the quaint desk, the documents are piled up like mountains, all of them are life and death books, which are available in every province and urban area. It can be seen that the workload is huge, but the handsome young man is still meticulous.

"Good locomotive, what is this place, why am I being caught here? Jiangzi will make people super scared!" At this moment, a girly boy suddenly entered the hall.

As soon as he heard this accent, Wang Qianchen knew that he was from a certain treasure island.

The handsome young man asked him about his age, place of origin, etc. as usual, and said directly: "Beat him to the eighteenth hell, and he will never be born again!"

The Baodao man said in surprise: "Why, I haven't done anything bad!"

The handsome young man sneered: "It is unforgivable to not admit that he is a descendant of Yan and Huang! Quickly pull him away!"

The two ghosts immediately stepped forward and dragged him to the back of the hall.

"This is too locomotive..." Baodao Nan shouted

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Seeing this scene, Wang Qianchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. When these guys were in the world, they refused to admit that they belonged to Daxia.

People are doing it, God is watching, and the ancients did not deceive me.

Didn't find Wei Zihua, Wang Qianchen really wanted to see what happened to the Baodao man, and stopped by to see what the eighteenth hell was like. Wang Qianchen continued to hide, and followed the two ghosts to the rear of the hall.

"Is there such a locomotive? Why am I being beaten to the eighteenth floor of hell? Can't I admit that I am a descendant of the Yellow Emperor..." Baodao Nan moaned and cried all the way, but he was still dragged mercilessly by two ghosts. to the edge of a cliff.

The sins committed in life must be repaid after death!

Below the cliff is the location of the eighteen layers of hell, some who pull out their tongues, some who cut off their limbs, some who gouge out their hearts, some who go up the mountain of knives, those who go down to the sea of ​​fire, and those who enter the oil pot, until the tenth. The eighth floor will be suppressed forever.

This Treasure Island man was extremely miserable.

Going down from the first floor, you have to go through each floor, and then go to the last floor.

"Too locomotive! Too locomotive..."

Treasure Island Man shouted and was pushed down by the ghost.

On both sides of the cliff, there are Naihe Bridge, Reincarnation Dao, etc. Meng Po is standing on the bridge, and the ghosts are lining up to drink soup, and then reincarnate.

Seeing the prosperity of the underworld, Wang Qianchen was still very emotional. He lost contact for a hundred years, and now he is finally back on the right track. Their previous efforts were finally not in vain.

But where did Wei Zihua go?

Wang Qianchen was puzzled, and when he was wandering around in the underworld, his nose suddenly twitched slightly.

He smelled Wei Zihua's scent!

The two have known each other for several years, not to mention fighting side by side, even if they share the bed together, it is absolutely impossible to hear it wrong!

Following Wei Zihua's scent, Wang Qianchen naturally flew all the way!

(End of this chapter)