Just when I was still thinking about the meaning behind these words, there was another sudden light in my hand, and another copper plate fell down.
The sound of the copper plate falling to the ground made Master Gong Cao look over, with the look of kindness in his eyes like that of an elder, and he said softly, "It seems you don't have much time left."
The hour of Zi Shi is not long or short, it only lasts two hours.
It has actually been more than half the time since I came down, and there is still no news about where Zhou Xi's soul is.
"We won't wait here anymore. There is no news from Yaksha yet. I will wait with you outside the gate of hell so that you can return to the world as soon as possible."
I would say that this meritorious master is like my nobleman, helping me like this.
The same paper sedan was fluttering and growing in size in the whirlwind. This time the sedan was carried by eight paper figures in the courtyard.
Although their speed cannot be compared with that of ghost ghosts, they are not slow either. They floated swaying and weightless in the mid-air about two meters with the dark wind, and returned to the archway we passed by.
outside.
Passing through the bustling queue of souls waiting to enter the gate of hell, we stood in an open space.
This should be the area where ghosts are most concentrated except for the depths of the eighteenth level of hell. There are three lines lined up. After each ghost has its level checked, it slowly goes inside, which is both lively and strangely silent.
It can be seen here that the grass and loess on Huangquan Road have receded, and the only bright color in the underworld appears on the border, with patches of Manjushuahua swaying around.
When Gongcao saw me looking around, he said softly, "This is the most beautiful place in the underworld, but once you enter here, you will really have nothing to do with the Yangshi."
I didn't know where Yasha and the others were, and I couldn't figure out how they were connected with this master of merit. Just when I was feeling unsure, I suddenly saw a familiar figure.
The man was standing unsteadily in the queue, moving slowly forward as a line of souls lined up.
It was the old scholar Kong who I had put on makeup for before leaving.
Those eight living people were lost on the night of his wake. I also helped him put on makeup and tidy up the coffin, so naturally I could recognize him at a glance.
"Mr. Kong?" I couldn't help but call him.
Many spirits and ghosts around me looked at my position, which made me feel like I was surrounded by ghosts, and my heart felt chilly.
Because the souls here are still a mixture of good and evil, and they have all faced the fact of their own death, with various complex emotions such as nostalgia, nostalgia, resentment, unwillingness, anger, etc. in their eyes.
Being stared at by such eyes is not a wonderful feeling, and coupled with the strange shapes after death, this really has nothing to do with courage.
Gong Cao stood two steps closer to me, and I was very grateful for this. Although Master Gong Cao was still cold and had a strong ghost aura, he was much friendlier than those who looked at him, and also called a lot of ghosts.
He turned away his strange eyes.
"You can't make noise here." Gong Cao explained to me the reason why I was surrounded like that just now, and then I realized what a stupid mistake I had made.
He summoned a paper man and brought over the old scholar I called Kong Lao. The old man looked fearful. After looking at me carefully for a long time, he timidly asked, "You two
Sir, what's the matter with calling me little old man?"
I pointed to my nose and introduced, "Mr. Kong, do you still know me, Ye Sanman from Ye Chuanhai's family?"
"Reclamation...the little granddaughter of the Reclamation family? Why are you here at such a young age?"
The old man had a look of regret on his face, thinking that I had also grown my hair.
I hurriedly explained, "I'm in the underworld right now, not really dead. I came here to find the soul of Zhou Xi, the boss of the Zhou family. Everything behind you has been taken care of. You can go on your way without worries."
"Oh... So that's it... Isn't Zhou Xi dead too?" Fortunately, Mr. Kong's soul is not confused. He also knows who I am talking about and understands that I have inherited my grandfather's mantle and am capable.
Come down and walk in the shade.
"He's not dead. Have you seen him here?"
"He has already entered in front... He didn't pay attention to me when I called him?" Mr. Kong looked strange. Could this man be able to enter the underworld even if he is not dead?
As soon as Gong Cao heard this, he immediately dragged me towards the small door at the end of Guimen Pass, "Follow me. Now that you're in, you'll know where to go after checking this list."
I was still waving to Mr. Kong, telling him to go back and continue queuing. We were already separated by life and death, and I was afraid that this would be the last time I saw him. I thought to myself, don’t forget it when I go back, and burn a few pieces of paper for this old man. After all, his family
There are not even any descendants.
With the help of the meritorious Cao, the research was quickly completed. With the news about Zhou Xi, he was sent directly to the City of Wasted Death. He was such a ghostly fool who had not yet reached the end of his life, had an unknown cause of death, and came to the gate of hell to report the news even after he breathed.
By the time we arrived at the legendary City of Wasted Death, Yaksha and several slave ghosts had also arrived and were waiting here.
But this city is different from other places. The tall city walls covered with spikes on both sides have no gates at all. At the corners of the city wall are four watchtowers, with statues of the four divine beasts standing on the huge watchtowers.
As soon as the escorting ghosts approach with the souls to be thrown here, the closest statue of the mythical beast will stretch out its giant claw or mouth, grab the soul and throw it into the city.
None of the Gongcao masters who arrived here dared to get too close, and Yasha and the others also stayed far away. Those ghosts had to evacuate quickly as soon as possible to ensure the safety of their own ghosts.
"If you really get here, girl from the Ye family, I advise you to go back by yourself." Gong Cao looked at me with some embarrassment, but I looked up at the huge turtle closest to me at this time.
.
To be precise, this should be Xuanwu among the Four Symbols.
It's just that the Xuanwu beast in the city was killed in vain, and its whole body was wrapped in a strong Yin Qi. It didn't have the usual aloof, powerful and sacred aura, but it looked extremely ferocious.
The sound of wailing in the city of Wusi was all over the sky. From where I was, I could even see that there were souls in the city who wanted to escape. They climbed on the spikes and reached the top of the wall. They were bowed down by the giant basalt turtle and opened its huge mouth.
He bit it directly and threw it high into the sky.
When those souls fell, Xuanwu opened his mouth with a layer of fine serrations and swallowed the souls alive.
"This place is full of souls that cannot be reincarnated, or have entered the underworld by mistake. Those who are thrown in are basically in danger of death. Even a little god like me does not dare to approach easily, let alone guarantee that they can come out after entering."
No wonder, the entire underworld is full of resentment and wailing everywhere. Although hell is not much better than this, at least there is still a time limit there.
Am I really not able to bring back Zhou Xi’s soul, and am I really going to return in vain this time?
I glanced at the last copper plate on the red string in my hand, and in my heart I was in a battle between heaven and man, struggling between life and death.