Cui Jue, the Grand Judge, ordered the bridge envoys to greet him.

The messenger walks in front holding a flag to attract people.

On the Golden Bridge, there were only two people, His Majesty the Tang Emperor and His Majesty the King of Zhao.

Even if you include the officials of the underworld, such as escorts, judges, and lieutenants, there are only a dozen.

Emperor Tang was walking leisurely, and he saw that there were more people on the parallel silver bridge, but they were also sparse.

Before he asked, Cui Jue answered, "Your Majesty, this golden bridge is the bridge where immortals, Buddhas, demons, and ninety-five saints walk. It is led by the lower officials, the Taiwei, and the bridge envoys."

"The Silver Bridge is used by loyal, virtuous, fair and righteous people. It also needs banners to guide it, but it doesn't need us and the judge Taiwei."

"As for the gloomy bridge further away, it is the Naihe Bridge."

"Nanai River Bridge, the cold wind is rolling on the bridge, and the blood waves are rolling under the bridge. The bridge is three logs wide, about half a step."

"There are no handrails above, but there are monsters below."

"If you fall into the river, there will be no way out forever."

The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty looked from afar.

I saw that on the wooden bridge in the distance, there were all evil ghosts in ragged clothes rubbing shoulders, walking with difficulty, and falling into the water every second.

Compared with the running water under the bridge, a narrow bridge is like pulling a hemp rope in the Jing River.

Emperor Tang shook his head and sighed, "I thought it would be very difficult for ordinary people to survive, but unexpectedly it would be difficult even after death."

Li Fu added, "Alas, in prosperity, the people suffer. In death, the people suffer. The blue sky and the yellow spring are all like this."

While talking, the group had already crossed the Golden Bridge.

A group of bridge messengers dispersed automatically.

Emperor Tang and King Zhao continued to move forward.

Captain Zhu was taciturn while holding the sail, but Judge Cui Jue introduced him all the way.

The two passed through the evil waters of the Nai River and the bloody world of suffering.

Encountering a city on the road, he wrote the words "City of Wasted Death".

Before Judge Cui Jue was introduced, he heard the sound of shouting people suddenly coming from the city.

Listening carefully, there were all kinds of ghosts crying and howling, "Li Shimin is here!"

"Li Shimin is here!"

Suddenly I saw an evil ghost crawling on the ground. It climbed on the ground with both hands, leaving only its upper body. It dragged its internal organs and rushed out of the city of vain death, shouting, "Give me back my life! Give me back my life!"

Before Emperor Tang could react, he saw another limbless man with a stick jumping out from over there, rolling towards him at a fast pace.

Judge Cui Jue was originally waiting for the Emperor of Tang to flee and ask for help from him.

Unexpectedly, His Highness King Li Fu of Zhao stood in front of Emperor Tang.

Li Fu did not practice magic and had incomplete priesthood, so he could not drink away the evil spirits.

With a touch on his sleeve, a bunch of brilliant clouds spread out, and he threw it towards the sky, like flowers scattered by a fairy.

The evil ghost chasing death immediately ran for the money, no matter whether it was a stick, a cut in half, or a drowned soul, they all robbed the money.

Judge Cui Jue's heart was dripping with blood, "How wonderful it is that Ruiyun was given to me. It was such a sin to give such brilliance to those evil spirits in vain..."

Only then did Emperor Tang realize that King Zhao Fuer was fully prepared.

Ruiyun robbed them all, and the evil spirits arrived again.

Cui Jue took the lead this time. The mysterious light flashed, the judge's pen was swung, and an ink mark as thick as the mouth of a bowl appeared on the ground. No evil ghost could cross the line.

Judge Cui said, "Your Majesty, these ghosts who have died in vain are all the princes of smoke and dust in the sixty-four places and the leaders of the grass bandits in the seventy-two places."

"Since they have no one to take care of them and no one to worship them, they cannot be reincarnated."

"They don't have money to spare, so they can only linger in this city of futile death, being lonely ghosts..."

When Cui Jue said this, he suddenly paused.

According to the original plan, Emperor Tang should be penniless when he arrived at the City of Wasted Death.

When he was in a panic, he took advantage of the situation and made this supreme human being owe debts and coins.

At that time, no matter how much you borrow, you will definitely owe tens of thousands of gold and you will never be able to pay it back.

In this way, why worry about the great Tang Dynasty in the prosperous age of the world and not always being in awe of the underworld.

"With such merit, even if the Tenth Hall of Honors support the merits of leadership, I can still benefit from one or two of the hard work."

Cui Jue thought about this and looked at Li Fu, "It's all this prince's fault for ruining his good deeds."

He originally thought he had malicious intentions in his heart, but nothing was revealed in his eyes.

Li Fu met Cui Jue's gaze and said, "Master, since the ghosts here are pitiful, let me share some of them."

Li Fu didn't wait for Judge Cui to answer, and put a bunch of auspicious clouds in his sleeve into Judge Cui's hands.

Over there, Captain Zhifan was not ignored, and he also had a share.

Cui Jue made some calculations, squeezed the thickness of Ruiyun in his hand, and judged that it would take several times of exploitation to obtain the empty merit.

He then said, "Your Highness, please spread the money with Lieutenant Zhu."

Li Fu was escorted by Captain Zhu to the head of Wusi City.

He stood in front of the city wall and shouted, "It is in vain that all the ghosts in the city are listening."

"I am Li Fu, the prince of the Tang Dynasty. My father and I have not yet reached the end of our lives, so we need to pass by the City of Wasted Death and go to the Tibetan Reunion to return to the sun."

"My father saw that everyone in the city was suffering, so he ordered me to come and disperse the wealth."

"It's just that in the Tang Dynasty, we believe that those who do not work will not be allowed to eat."

"Those who want money, whether human or ghost, need to work."

"I don't know what the Netherworld has to offer, but I plan to train troops and provide relief."

"Those who want to join the Tang army, come forward!"

Li Fu finished speaking.

Not a single ghost came forward.

Li Fu is not discouraged.

He took his hand out of his sleeve and held up a stack of auspicious clouds. He said loudly again, "If there is someone who carries the stones from south to north, you can reward me with what I have in my hand."

The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty was delighted, "This is Shang Yang's old wisdom."

A ghost the size of a larvae heard the words and moved grains of sand from south to north.

Li Fu called it to him, leaned over and placed Ruiyun Cancan in front of the insect ghost, which was no bigger than the belly of his thumb.

The larvae and ghosts can't stop bowing and bowing.

The ghosts in the city were in an uproar after dying in vain.

Li Fu's room turned into a recruiting place, and the Taiwei sailed under the sails to sign up and register, which was very lively.

On the Tang Emperor's side, the troops were arranged in rows and columns, so spectacular.

Judge Cui Jue was stunned. Such a scene had never been seen or heard before in Netherworld.

The hungry ghosts in the city who died in vain are no more than withered grass.

When it is of no use, leave it alone.

When you want to use it, light it and burn it.

While Judge Cui was in a daze, the Tang Emperor held more than a million troops.

Although there are many ghosts in the underworld, they only number in the hundreds of millions.

If the Tang emperor had more than ten million troops and feared that he would not need to fight, he could build another eleven halls to fill the underworld with another living Yama.

If this is true, then the Tang Emperor must know about the conspiracy here.

You should be the first to bear the brunt and should be liquidated.

Cui Jue was so worried that his face turned rosy, and he said quickly, "All ghosts, listen to the order and don't disturb your Grandpa Tang anymore. He still has a long life."

"I have received the decree of the Ten Palaces of Yamas, and I will send your Majesty to return to the sun."

"For your matter, I ask Your Majesty to hold a water and land meeting to save you from rebirth. You must not cause trouble again."

The city of Wusi was silent, and no ghost responded.

This is the first time Cui Jue has experienced this since he entered the underworld as an official.

Li Fu stood up next to Lieutenant Zhu, and the real names of the ghosts in the City of Wasted Death had been recorded.

He whispered a few words into Emperor Tang's ear.

The emperor of the Tang Dynasty said loudly, "All officers and soldiers listen to the order!"

"Here!"

Nuo Da's city of futile death is neat and uniform, like a knife cutting through an axe.

"Send me back to the sun!"
Chapter completed!