Chapter 859: Right Position

There are ten Hades and five Ghost Emperors in the middle management positions of the Netherworld.

Each Ghost Emperor commands two Hades, three thousand ghost generals, and 180,000 ghost soldiers, which is considered to be the real power.

Above them are the Great Emperor of Dongyue and the Northern Emperor, who are high-level rulers.

As for the positions of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and the Goddess of the Underworld, they do not exist in Jiang Huai's place.

Instead, there are the Emperor of the Underworld and the Lord of the Underworld.

The latter two are the true supreme existences of the Underworld system, and above them is Jiang Huai himself.

Although there are no clear regulations, according to the experience summarized before, generally speaking, each position is related to the cultivation realm of the person who receives the plaque.

For example, the Ten Hell Kings must at least be supreme giants or even quasi-immortal emperors to be able to take on the position.

As for the five ghost emperors above, it stands to reason that they should be quasi-immortal emperors at the lowest.

I don't know why this mortal who can't even move blood can get a ghost emperor jade plaque.

But the jade token is in his hand, so he can just take a look at it for now.

There will definitely be no mistakes.

Jiang Huai was a little curious, because at first glance, there was nothing unusual about this mortal named Shen Zhinan.

The other party was a porter, belonging to the category of peddlers and hawkers.

In many dramas of the Republic of China, many successful people from humble backgrounds had the experience of carrying bags at the dock before they became famous.

Most of them just made a living to support their families. Like porters, it was a full-fledged hard work. Some people were exhausted and crushed to death by the goods on their bodies at the dock.

They were all ordinary people who lived at the bottom of the society and survived. They were not born with supernatural powers and were as ordinary as thousands of people.

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In the cramped hut with black tiles and earthen walls.

Shen Zhinan separated the rice and meat.

The woman's eyes were gentle. "Zhinan, you...you don't have to spend so much money."

She said softly, her voice was quite distressed about so many things, and she didn't know how much it would cost. She could just eat some rice bran.

Shen Zhinan shook his head gently, walked to her side, put down the things in his hand, gently took her hand, and said: "Xiaowan, you are my wife, and now you have our child, how can I let you and the child suffer? No matter how hard and tired I am, I will make you live a better life."

The woman's eyes were slightly red, and her voice was slightly choked: "Zhinan, it is my greatest blessing in this life to meet you."

Shen Zhinan gently embraced her in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, and comforted her softly: "We are a family, don't be so polite. Okay, you go and rest for a while, I will clean these up."

The woman snuggled in his arms, and after a while, she reluctantly left and went back to the house to rest.

Shen Zhinan began to get busy. He poured the rice and corn he bought into different rice jars, and took lard and lean meat to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

In the kitchen, Shen Zhinan skillfully made a fire and cooked. The smoke rose up, intertwined with the night, forming a warm picture.

Soon, a pot of fragrant rice porridge was cooked, and there was also lean meat fried with vegetables. Although simple, it was already a rare delicacy.

After the meal was prepared, the woman also washed the clothes. The two of them wolfed down the food. It was already sunset. The sunset set and the sky soon became blurred and undetectable.

After the woman fell asleep, in the dark night, Shen Zhinan suddenly opened his eyes, sighed slightly, and then fell into deep thought.

These days, he has been having the same dream.

It is understandable for people to dream.

No matter whether they rest well or not, they will dream sometimes, and dreams are actually a response to the whole day.

However, who would take dreams to heart if they are in danger of losing their jobs?

Shen Zhinan was the same. He never took it seriously.

It's just that this generation is different from the past. It has been several days, but he has been having the same dream in a row.

Moreover, every time he dreamed, the scenes in the dream were exactly the same, and so realistic that he didn't want to dream at all, and he would be awakened in his sleep every time.

Even if Shen Zhinan was very brave, he would inevitably feel creepy.

But if he asked what he dreamed about in detail, he couldn't remember anything after waking up.

However, he was just barely getting by. Even if he felt something was wrong, he could only endure it and comfort himself by thinking that he didn't get enough rest.

For a long time.

After a day of hard work, even if he didn't want to rest, he couldn't stop the sleepiness in the second half of the night.

Shen Zhinan held on for more than ten seconds, and finally fell into a deep sleep in drowsiness.

And just as Shen Zhinan fell asleep, Jiang Huai's figure slowly appeared from the dark night in front of the thin bed.

Looking at Shen Zhinan, Jiang Huai's eyebrows slightly raised.

Then, Jiang Huai gently pointed at the man with his hand, and suddenly a red light appeared in the room.

Then, a moving picture like a projection appeared in front of him.

What appeared in it was exactly Shen Zhinan's dream.

But this dream... was quite strange.

It was pitch black, like surging ink, without any light, and without any figure...

From the perspective of dreams, this can't be called a dream at all. All dreams must have pictures, otherwise how can it be called a dream.

But Jiang Huai was sure that Shen Zhinan was dreaming at this moment.

"Interesting!" At this time, Jiang Huai had a smile on his lips, and there was some hurried excitement in his eyes, as if he had discovered a new world.

The weirdness in this was something even he couldn't see through.

But it doesn't matter if you can't see through it. Maybe this is the reason why the other party can obtain the Ghost Emperor's certification in a mortal body.

Jiang Huai watched intently for a moment. The next moment, the picture that was originally no bigger than a washbasin suddenly expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a short time, it had enveloped the entire house with black tiles and earthen walls.

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Shen Zhinan felt as if he was sinking or being suppressed by a ghost. He could not move. Gradually, a suffocating feeling came over him, making him feel as if he was drowning.

He has experienced this feeling eight times, and today is the ninth time. Compared with the previous times, the feeling of suffocation like drowning is getting stronger.

He could feel that there seemed to be a viscous substance like mud or a river flowing slowly under his feet.

But gradually, this feeling became a little different.

It was as if there were tentacles wrapped around his feet, pulling on him desperately, trying to pull him down completely.

"Gulu gulu..."

The already unbearable feeling of suffocation became even stronger.

Shen Zhinan felt that his consciousness was getting more and more trance-like. At the same time, the sound of water flowing rapidly appeared in his ears.

At the same time, there were also women's exclamations.

The already blurry consciousness was awakened directly.

That voice... was his wife.

Could it be that I was hearing hallucinations?

That's right, after all, it's in a dream, so whatever you see and hear is normal.

But, is all this really just a dream?

Immediately afterwards,

Shen Zhinan didn't wait for any action.

The undercurrent under the feet became more turbulent, and it really seemed like countless tentacles were crawling crazily.

A familiar figure appeared in front of him, and Shen Zhinan's pupils shrank. That figure turned out to be his wife.

"Zhinan, save me...save me...where is this, wuwuwu..." The woman's voice came intermittently, and the back part seemed to be choked with water, making the voice even weaker.

"This dream... is it so clear?" Shen Zhinan's eyes widened. This change invisibly relieved some of the suffocation.

It was just the change in the dream that amazed him, because the voice sounded so real, as if someone was really calling for help in his ear.

"Shen Zhinan?"

At this moment, the man heard someone calling his name very clearly.

It is not the voice of my wife.

"Who is calling me?" Shen Zhinan looked around.

"Are you Shen Zhinan?"

The voice sounded again.

It sounds a lot more urgent than the first time.

Then, he saw a black ship appearing at the end of the dark horizon.

The black boat was so long that it was impossible to tell how big it was, coming from the dark night with a howling cold wind.

There were no lights or masts on the hull of the ship, just a dead darkness, like a ghost ship sailing from the netherworld.

Shen Zhinan's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and he could clearly feel his blood rushing through his blood vessels, as if trying to break through the constraints of his body.

His eyes scanned the boat, and when he saw the figures standing on the boat, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his face instantly turned as white as paper.

From a distance, those figures were not normal people at all. They were like zombies crawling out of the grave. Their faces were expressionless, their eyes were empty, and their expressions were ashen and black. They stood on the deck and looked straight ahead.

There were patches of corpses the size of fists on the exposed skin.

Even from a distance, you can smell the disgusting stench emanating from them.

The man's lips were trembling, his teeth were chattering, and the hair on his body stood on end.

This scene is too clear.

Every detail is clearly visible.

He could even see the wriggling rotten flesh and maggots on those figures.

How could the details be so clear in a dream?

The only thing that can comfort me is that in reality, I shouldn't be able to see this far, but as the black boat gets closer, this kind of self-deception is no longer effective.

Shen Zhinan tried to scream, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could only make a weak "ho ho" sound.

He suddenly thought of his wife. Could the cry for help just now be true?

As soon as this idea occurred, he looked around hurriedly.

But looking at it at this time, there was no sound, it was completely dark, nothing could be seen clearly, and the silence was extreme.

Suddenly, the black ship stopped moving and hovered leisurely in front of Shen Zhinan.

In the darkness, it seemed that a piece of wood fell on the ground and was placed next to Shen Zhinan.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Zhinan felt an indescribable chill rising from his spine, as if an invisible hand grabbed his back.

The coldness was so deep that it seemed to freeze his soul in the boundless darkness. Shen Zhinan's body instantly became stiff. He could not move or make any sound. He could only let the force drag him towards the terrifying ship.

At this moment, the weak and urgent voice from before sounded again: "Shen Zhinan?"

Shen Zhinan turned his head with difficulty, trying to find the source of the sound. However, it was still dark all around and he couldn't see anything. He could only feel the invisible hands grabbing him tighter and tighter, as if they were going to tear him into pieces.

"Shen Zhinan, are you Shen Zhinan?" The sinister voice sounded again, vaguely impatient.

"No answer? Not answering means acquiescing!"

"..."

"Come with us, you are the key, we can't do it without you." The eerie voice carried an unquestionable majesty and coldness.

The next moment, Shen Zhinan's body seemed to be pulled by some invisible force. His legs were uncontrollable and he stumbled straight towards Wu Chuan.

The moment he stepped into the black ship, those zombie-like figures suddenly no longer looked aimlessly ahead, but all looked at him.

An unprecedented sense of crisis hit me.

Shen Zhinan shook his head vigorously and struggled violently.

But soon, the intensity of the struggle became smaller and smaller, and the whole person became like a densely packed walking zombie, and the humanity in his eyes began to fade away quickly.

"Everyone is here."

"Let's set sail!"

Sounds like whistles sounded, and the huge black boat made a squeaking sound as the wooden planks were squeezed. Then, the big boat started to move forward,

Just now.

Let the whistle sound over and over again.

The black boat that was supposed to sail to an unknown place seemed to have taken root here and remained motionless.

"interesting."

A flash of white dispersed the surrounding darkness.

The originally invisible world became clear and clear.

However, the white meaning did not expand unbridled, but stabilized to a certain extent.

It just makes this black boat without daylight.

Shen Zhinan's confused expression suddenly sobered up.

He looked at Jiang Huai beside him with lingering fear.

He felt like he might be going crazy.

Otherwise, why would this dream become more and more out of control?

I had never seen this white-robed figure before. It looked completely strange, but it actually appeared in my dream.

"Not only was a small hell born in the sea of ​​mortal consciousness, the small hell also developed self-awareness, trying to bite back the real master and evolve into a big hell. No wonder I couldn't see through it before."

Shen Zhinan looked at Jiang Huai in confusion.

This dream... was getting more and more mysterious, completely out of my control.

I have never heard of such things as small hell and big hell, but the characters in the dream can actually tell them.

Jiang Huai glanced at Shen Zhinan and couldn't help but admire him.

No wonder the other party was recognized as the Eastern Ghost Emperor.

Not to mention a mortal, even an Immortal King would find it difficult to create a small hell in the sea of ​​consciousness. For an Immortal King, this is extremely dangerous, let alone a mortal. Shen Zhinan's life is also tough enough, and he managed to survive it. Little hell births self-awareness.

Fortunately, he came down to check, otherwise, after this night, wouldn't he lose a candidate for the Eastern Ghost Emperor?

It cannot be said that Shen Zhinan is the only candidate, but it has taken so long for one to appear. If this one cannot be grasped, the next one will not know how long it will be, and a small hell can be born in the sea of ​​mortal consciousness. Entering the imperial realm is as rare as a feather.

Little hell, sixteen.

It's more terrifying than the eighteen levels of hell.