Chapter 253: City of Unjust Death

"Are there other dead people around us? Or... ghosts?"

Ji Li got the answer in an instant, but he was not sure.

In fact, he did not really believe that there was really a hell in this world.

Similar to Tang Duan's idea, if there really was a hell, then ghosts would become low-level existences here.

But the appearance and temperament of this pair of ghost messengers did make him feel irresistible.

So, what were the two extra dead people that the prayer wheel ghost messenger mentioned?

Ji Li suddenly thought of a small thing he had forgotten, that is, the small coffins carried by Tang Duan and Hong Fu.

These two small coffins were not obtained by legitimate means, but were robbed of the coffins of two children who died violently!

At this time, Tang Duan and Hong Fu were still pale, and they kept looking at the empty darkness around them, obviously not realizing the seriousness of the matter.

Ji Li took a deep look at the coffins behind the two people. It seemed that there were loopholes that should not have appeared from the beginning, but now it was useless.

"Let's go."

As soon as the word came out, the ghost messenger with the prayer wheel turned around and took a step without looking back, as if he didn't worry that Ji Li and others would not follow him.

As shop assistants, there was no reason to escape, so they could only walk forward with their necks stiff.

Only Ji Li turned his head. He wanted to take a look at the ghost messenger holding the oil-paper umbrella to see why he didn't follow.

And when he looked at it, he found that it disappeared completely after checking Tian Xiaoyu.

Ji Li frowned. There were only two roads here, one leading to the gate of hell and the other leading to the real world. Where did the ghost messenger with the umbrella go?

At this time, Tian Xiaoyu suddenly patted Chang Nian's shoulder, stretched out her arm and asked:

"Sister Chang Nian...that ghost messenger seems to have disappeared from my side."

Chang Nian looked back at the real world that was getting farther and farther away: "So what?"

Tian Xiaoyu raised her empty wrist a little higher and emphasized again: "When it left, it took the watch on my wrist..."

When Ji Li heard this, his eyes turned and he turned back immediately.

The ghost messenger holding the oil-paper umbrella actually took Tian Xiaoyu's watch and escaped from the underworld and entered the real world...

Along the way, Ji Li and others did not dare to talk much. Now that they had the coffin, they were not afraid of the ghost messenger for the time being.

There was no reason, and the ghost messenger would not attack the dead. Its mission was to take these newly arrived dead to the gate of hell.

During this journey, there was very little information that could be captured. This stone bridge did not seem to be the Yellow Spring Road, nor was it the Naihe Bridge that Ji Li had originally thought of.

He did not know much about the traditional ghost and god culture of China, only the most basic terms.

But judging from the surrounding layout, the gate of hell was the first stop they had to go. Only after passing through the gate of hell could they really enter the underworld.

And here was just a portable passage set up by the ghost messenger to lead the dead.

Ji Li wanted to remember the way down, but he felt that it was unnecessary. At that time, he would not be able to create such a way back, so he could only take it one step at a time.

This dark and long stone bridge only had one ghost messenger, seven shop assistants, and two real ghosts who were nowhere to be found.

The shop assistants were exhausted. In their minds, this road seemed endless and long. They didn't know how long they had walked. Everyone who walked straight was sweating and their legs were sore.

But when he looked at the time on his wrist, it was 9:20 pm on November 14, which meant that they had only walked for 20 minutes.

Yu Guo's steps were already weak. He had to hold on to Chang Nian and Ji Li's arms and barely move forward. Beads of sweat fell one after another. He really couldn't hold on any longer.

"This is not a solution. Yu Guo's injury is too bad."

Chang Nian said in Ji Li's ear with some reluctance.

Since she knew Yu Guo's story, she had a deep respect for this man, and naturally she felt closer to him.

Ji Li had no way out. Now the real mission hadn't started yet. How could he help Yu Guo? Now it all depended on his personal endurance.

Fortunately, after about ten minutes of walking, a ray of light appeared not far ahead.

The stone bridge also became wider, as if it began to mutate and expand as the ghost messenger and Ji Li and others approached.

When they got closer, Ji Li looked up and found that the yellow light was the light of a paper lantern.

And this lantern was hung on an archway, on which were written three powerful and powerful characters:

"Ghost Gate"

Just like that, Ji Li turned his head again and found that the ghost messenger had disappeared without a trace, without leaving a word.

"Oh my god, I'm so tired."

Hong Fu didn't say a word all the way, and now that the ghost messenger had left, he couldn't help it, so he took down the coffin directly and sat on the coffin to fan the wind.

"This... it's gone, what should we do?" Dong Yuan looked at Ji Li and asked bluntly.

Ji Li looked at the Ghost Gate. The fog around it was restored here. A hazy feeling invaded, but there was no beauty, only a sense of panic that could not see anything.

"This mission is to carry the coffin into the depths of Fengshan Mountain to exchange coffins. Now it seems that the depths of Fengshan Mountain are actually the underworld.

The coffins we carry on our backs are to cover up our living breath and pretend to be dead souls to sneak in.

I guess it is very likely that this coffin cannot hold out for too long, so we must find other coffins in the underworld to replace them within the time limit of the mission, to support us in the underworld from being wiped out by the ghost messengers. "

Speaking of this, Ji Li looked back at the Ghost Gate not far away again, and walked forward without hesitation.

"We must find a replacement coffin within 48 hours, leave the underworld, and return to Huaiyin Street, otherwise we will die. "

Time is running out. The mission of the fifth branch to be promoted to three stars, coupled with the special nature of the joint reception, although Ji Li has repeatedly overestimated the difficulty of this mission.

But now it seems that he still underestimated it. He did not expect that this mission would be so complicated and difficult.

Breaking into the underworld as a fake ghost and a real living person is simply a great offense.

Now where is the fifth branch? Everything is a mystery, but Ji Li knows that only when he really enters the gate of hell, the mission will be officially started, and this step must be fast.

Crossing the archway of the gate of hell, Ji Li felt a different breath, as if he walked from one world into another, with a sense of breaking through the barrier.

When the trance disappeared, a cold voice sounded beside his ear. The voice was harsh and sharp, and it sounded like a needle inserted into his ear, making people feel uncomfortable.

"Stop! "

Ji Li looked carefully. There was a table in front of him. Right at the entrance of the Ghost Gate, a man was sitting there with a cold face, staring at him intently.

The man was wearing a black cloth shirt with a big "Cha" character on his chest. He seemed to be a ghost.

The ghost carefully observed Ji Li for a long time, then flipped through the book on the table. It was unknown what he saw.

Then he threw out a token with the words "Wrong Death" written on it.

This was another place name in the underworld that Ji Li got, the Wrong Death City, but he didn't understand what this place name represented and silently accepted it.

But Chang Nian, who was standing aside, turned pale after seeing the words "Wrong Death".