Aunt Ming had hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed inwardly, looked at the corpse in front of him and said, "Maybe, this is the so-called fate. I will help you!"

However, if it were someone else, the eighteen levels of hell were so great that it was so simple to find someone’s three souls and seven souls. Moreover, the living corpse that was lost inexplicably is obviously not recorded in the Prison King, just like a lonely ghost, how to find it. However, Aunt Ming’s identity is not simple, and any Prison King must respectfully receive himself. Just search for it, it is just a matter of time.

As if he had made up his mind, Aunt Ming left the Knife House and went to the other seventeen-story hell to search for it. Of course, there was obviously no record of this corpse in the First Prison King, otherwise the First Prison King would not be so surprised.

However, when Aunt Ming came to the 18th level of hell to investigate, there was no trace of it, that is to say, there was no record of the inexplicable corpse.

"Auntie Ming, I really don't have the information you want to find here. Do you see if you go to other hells to look for it?" The Eighteen Prison King looked at Auntie Ming, who looked lost at this moment, and suggested in fear.

Logically speaking, the Eighteen Prison King is the Eighteenth Level Hell, and even if he is the highest in his status, he is still respectful now when he stands in front of Aunt Ming. It is really not easy to imagine that Aunt Ming’s identity is.

Although Aunt Ming was a little disappointed, she turned around and looked at the Eighteen Prison King, and then said: "Has there ever been a similar thing that cannot be found in the Eighteen Hell?"

"Miss Ming, how could such things happen in hell? You also know that we are just taking care of all evil people to be tortured here. No one of the visitors has a deep record, otherwise they would not go to hell, right? Besides, I have never heard of what you said." The Eighteen Prison King responded helplessly.

"In your opinion, what can I do if I want to find a soul without records? Also, don't call me Miss Ming, this title is unpleasant." Aunt Ming seemed unwilling to give up and asked again.

"Okay, okay, don't shout if you don't shout, Miss! The soul is connected with its body and mind. If you want to find it, unless you have a corpse in the world. As long as the distance is close, your own soul will also sense it, and you will naturally find it! But here is the eighteenth level hell, not that world. If you want to find a living corpse, it is impossible. It is not a place we can go!" The Eighteenth Prison King told Aunt Ming when he heard this.

"Oh?" Aunt Ming couldn't help but feel happy when she heard this, and she was also excited. However, she didn't have too many expressions on the surface, and she was even more suspicious.

"Don't blame me for being too talkative. Now I am just wondering. Aunt Ming, you came here this time and asked me what I did. Who is the guy I was looking for? Could it be that someone from the underworld came here with punishment?" Seeing Aunt Ming's look happy at this moment, the Eighteen Prison King couldn't help but become more confused.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm just curious and come and ask! That's it today, I'm leaving." Aunt Ming smiled slightly, then wanted to turn around and leave.

"Oh! Aunt Ming, please wait." The Eighteen Prison King stopped shouting when he saw Aunt Ming seemed to be leaving.

"Oh? Is there anything else to do with the Prison King?" Aunt Ming turned around and asked curiously when she heard this.

The Eighteen Prison King looked around and then approached Aunt Ming and whispered: "You little girl, you come to the Eighteen Hell to wander around in the Eighteen Hells for nothing. You must know that no one wants to come to these Eighteen Hells! Also, you also know that your father wants me to take good care of you. Recently, news came to you that you want to go back quickly."

"Okay, I understand, but now I don't want to go back yet. I'll talk about it when I get things done." Aunt Ming was slightly displeased when she heard this. After saying that, she turned around and disappeared in front of the Eighteen Prison King.

"Uh, you...ah! What else should I do in this hell?" Seeing this, the Eighteen Prison King said helplessly. After thinking for a moment, he felt something was wrong. So he walked back to his back hall and sent a message to the underworld. After all, with Aunt Ming's personality, he wanted you to go back obediently, and no matter how you persuade him, he would definitely not be able to do it. But if you don't do the things about Hades well and blame him, how can you afford it with this little prison king? In this way, it seems that you can only tell the truth to Hades, and you can have an explanation.

But Aunt Ming had disappeared and could not hear what the Prison King said. Or, he didn't want to hear anything again.

As for the proposal of the Eighteen Prison King, Aunt Ming returned to the Eleventh Hell Knife Mountain and went straight back to the Knife House. Seeing the corpse that was still sleeping soundly, Aunt Ming felt a little happy. Now she went to the Eighteenth Hell to find her soul, which took a lot of days. After not seeing her for many days, she seemed to be still missing her. Therefore, she felt very happy when she saw the corpse at this moment.

"Hey, the wooden man, I haven't seen you for many days. Do you think of me? Today, the Japanese lady is going to take you to find your soul. To be honest, are you happy?" Aunt Ming said in a rare pampering voice.

But the dead body is like wood, how can I answer one or two? Therefore, Aunt Ming said again: "Oh, that's right, you're just a wood, how can you answer me? If you help you regain your soul tomorrow, you must be grateful to me for your recreation of your kindness! Hehe!"

There are eighteen levels of hell, and each level of torture is different, and when it goes deeper into the next level, time is a square multiple. If the first level of hell was punished for one year, that is, three hundred and sixty-five days. Then in the eighteen levels of hell, this time is to the eighteenth power of 365 days, almost countless. Moreover, how can it be just a year of prison suffering? At the least, it is ten thousand years. The punishment time of the first level of hell is 1,360 years. In addition, the time of hell is ten times the counter-espionage. Calculated in the world of life, that is 13,600 years. By analogy, when it reaches the eighteenth level, it is simply never reborn.

Perhaps as a ghost, there is also a way of practice, that is, a ghost cultivator. In the long years, there is also a growth that can be seen by ghosts, and even a ghost officer who can become a ghost king and serve as the King of Hell. If you transcend the boundaries of the underworld, you will have the opportunity to go to the so-called underworld of the underworld. The eighteen levels of hell are as if the intersection of the world and the underworld, and use it to judge sinners. It can also be said that it is a special area between the two yin and yang. The heaven and earth are inherently mysterious, so such an arrangement may be in a balanced mind.

However, who can know the essence of the original arrangement of heaven and earth? Outsiders do not have the energy to think of such incredible things.

Aunt Ming was full of excitement and took his body to search for each hell. At first, he thought it was very simple, but after actually searching, Aunt Ming realized how naive his thoughts were. Each hell seemed like a sea. Looking for a soul, there was no such simple thing. Besides, he had to meet the soul and the body, which was even more difficult.

Perhaps I was used to wandering around the eighteenth floor hell, and now I have a wooden man with me, so Aunt Ming was able to persist because of the fun.

I don’t know what day Aunt Ming is looking for. If it is calculated by time, it may be difficult to calculate. Now Aunt Ming is standing on a desolate hillside with her body, looking around. This place is the eighth level of hell, the sea of ​​fire hell. The place where he was punished, all evil ghosts were thrown into the sea of ​​fire, and they endured the suffering of torture every day.

"Mutuo Man, where is your soul? Is it no longer in the eighteen levels of hell?" Aunt Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead and said helplessly. Many times, Aunt Ming wanted to give up, but whenever he saw the face of the corpse, he seemed to have motivation again, so he continued to search.

Talking to himself has long become a habit for Aunt Ming. It seems that talking to the corpse is also the best way to get bored. Even if the other party doesn't know how to answer, Aunt Ming feels extremely satisfied.

After a while, Aunt Ming mentioned Zhang Xiaofeng again and wanted to continue looking. However, when she just touched the corpse, she found that the corpse seemed to have changed, as if it was in contact with some breath, so a trace of extremely weak fluctuations were generated.

"this……?"

Aunt Ming's cultivation level is not low, and obviously noticed this undetectable fluctuation. Suddenly, her deep eyes flashed and she became a little excited.

"Is there your soul here?" Aunt Ming was a little excited, so she trembled to herself.

With the faint fluctuation, Aunt Ming began to search carefully. As the distance narrowed, the fluctuations of the corpse and its soul seemed to be even stronger. Aunt Ming was also very excited at this moment. After searching for so many days, she finally had a sense today, as if she had found her soul, very excited.

In the Hell of the Sea of ​​Fire, there is one place called the Purgatory of Fire Rain. In this place, there is a boiling rain of fire every day. Ordinary evil ghosts cannot get close to it. Not to mention getting close to it, if the body light is dripped, then you will never think of rebirth.

Now that Aunt Ming came here, she was extremely surprised. With her body, she dared not approach this place easily. Without defense, even if she was dripped, she would melt her face. However, the corpse around her was in the peak state at this moment, so Aunt Ming was sure that a certain soul of this corpse must be in the Fire Rain Purgatory.

However, it is precisely because of this that Aunt Ming became even more surprised. Her current cultivation level dared not step into the Fire Rain Purgatory easily, but a certain soul of this corpse is just a soul. How can it not be destroyed in it? If this is true, then what kind of cultivation level is this person? How special is his identity?
Chapter completed!