Chapter 43

Ning Chen is very entangled, more entangled than ever before, he suffered so much crime, was so cruel, even almost trapped in the fantasy, now it's hard to see the treasure in front of him, but he can't get it.

This kind of pain makes him crazy. It's like someone stabbed him, and finally he had to pull out the knife.

"Wheezing"

xiaobaima gasped, and his whole body was red as if he had been boiled. Ning Chen was annoyed and had no time to talk to him.

"Ding"

the bell rings, and outside the gate of the hell, a ghost sedan appears. The black-and-white Impermanence in front of it jumps ten feet, and then it's close.

Ning Chen's heart is a cold, make a quick decision, pull small white horse to go, this ghost sedan chair sits of he don't know who, but that cow head horse face, black and white impermanence is still not he can deal with.

It's enough to be hot in the head for once. He can't go to find the guilty again.

The main hall of the netherworld is very big. Behind the altar, there is a blood pool of ten feet. The blood pool is dry, but the smell of blood lasts for a long time, which makes people nauseous.

After entering the main hall, the ghost sedan chair stopped in front of the altar. A pair of cold eyes in the sedan chair looked at the magic sword and sword on the altar, and a strange note read in his mouth, intending to recover the two magic weapons.

The magic saber trembled and gave out a dazzling blood light. Just as it was about to fly out, it saw that the purple light of the magic saber was very bright. It pressed down the restless magic saber, and the two magic soldiers kept shaking, as if they were arguing about something.

In the end, the sword calms down and the sword is silent.

"Hum"

in the ghost sedan, there was a cold hum. Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with the result. However, the sword has spirit. In this nether world, no one can force the two magic weapons to recognize their masters.

"Ghost girl, I haven't seen you for a long time"

just at this time, outside the main hall, a voice from the most Yin to evil came. The bearer looked as handsome as a demon, dressed in purple and red clothes, and his eyebrows were smiling, but he was shivering.

"Mingzi, you wake up too"

the voice of the woman in the ghost sedan chair was a little surprised and angry, and she was very unhappy about the beautiful man's early birth.

"Wake up? Oh, I've been awake all the time "

Mingzi walked forward two steps, came to the altar and said with an indifferent smile.

The women in the sedan chair didn't pay attention to the obvious lie. They were all asleep for a long time. No one could be awake.

Pluto is a strange number in the underworld. It is powerful and absurd. It is amazing and frightening at the same time.

"Are you also here for the devil's sword"

it is a fact that Mingzi wakes up, and the ghost girl no longer thinks much, but asks in a deep voice.

"I said no, do you believe it?" "However, I know a lot of people are interested in it, so I'm here"

in the "madman" sedan chair, the ghost girl sneered.

"Crazy? I think the ghost girl knows Mingzi best, but it's a pity "

Mingzi caresses his heart and sighs. There is a touch of sadness on his strange face, and the sad sigh seems to be heartbroken for the ghost girl's incomprehension.

"Abyss, your hypocrisy is disgusting"

the ghost girl tells the real name of Mingzi with irony. In this place, only the two of them know each other very well, so they will not be moved by the fake performance.

Mingzi turned around and sighed, "I never tell a lie"

the ghost girl's cold smile came from the sedan chair, "your words are the biggest lies!"

"Don't blame me for not reminding you that this world is different from the past, and your absurdity will only bring you death"

the words are so loud that the ghost girl doesn't want to waste her time here. She speaks softly, and the black and white are changeable. She lifts the sedan chair with a bull's head and a horse's face. The ghost sedan chair slowly leaves, and it will disappear soon.

"Death, I'm looking forward to it"

Mingzi caresses the demon with the knife, and there are many lights in his eyes. He lets the blade cut his finger, but he doesn't know it. A trace of blood is left along the blade, which makes the cold knife more demonic.

The goblin does not refuse the blood of Mingzi, but does not admit his identity. It just inserts it on the altar quietly. The blood light is clear and does not move.

Mingzi quietly looked at the goblin, and after a long time, he said with a smile, "goblin, goblin, I will wait for the day when you are born to see you dye the whole world into the most beautiful blood"

Ning Chen didn't know what happened in the main hall. He didn't look back after he left. He knew that the swords of the evil sect were not his. He couldn't move or take them away, but he hid the wooden boat beside the weak water. No one else could come in.

Ning Chen is in a bad mood and talks all the way.

Ning Chen admits that he doesn't have a big heart. He can't get what others can't get.

As for whether the people in the ghost sedan chair can take away the sword or not, he can't control it. Although he is very upset, he really has no way.

Today, he can't even lift the sedan chair, let alone the people or ghosts in the ghost sedan chair.

Little white horse is still red all over, even some hot, it looks like it has been boiled."Wheezing" the little white horse can't express his bitterness and dare not express his resentment.

Tell you to eat disorderly, rather Chen gloat to think a way.

He still had a lot of resentment about not taking the sword away. Seeing that little white horse could not die for a while and a half, he felt uncomfortable for a few days at most, so he didn't care about it any more.

"Bear with it, by the way, where did I say just now"

after Ning Chen came out of the dreamland, he talked a lot and became talkative. In fact, it's not hard to understand who was trapped in the dreamland for several days, months or years. There were no living people or even cockroaches around him. There were just groups of Yin soldiers and Yin riders, even if they were not crazy, It's abnormal.

Little white horse is very painful. He doesn't pay attention to what Ning Chen is saying. He occasionally wheezes. He's also annoyed and protested.

Unfortunately, Ning Chen didn't care about its protest at all.

In his view at the moment, xiaobaima's protest is also lovely.

Or, as long as it's alive, it's lovely.

After the hall of the nether hell, there are barren, potholes, and huge stones erected at will. The strange terrain makes people feel chilly.

Ning Chen brow wrinkly, this place he doesn't like, Yin Qi is too heavy, don't say still difficult to walk.

He is a disabled person. It's more difficult for him to walk on the flat ground than other people. Now it's going to take his life to let him walk on this strange terrain.

Ning Chen took a look at the little white horse, measured the system of the latter, and finally gave up. This guy didn't seem to have much meat, so he said, don't throw him again.

In the past, I jumped off a cliff and fell my leg. Today, it's not worth it to knock my face again.

When you think about it, his life is big enough. He didn't fall to death after jumping off the cliff. He didn't know what he hit after falling for a long time. Today, he didn't die in dreamland. He was rescued by xiaobaima. They all say that good people don't live long and harm lasts for thousands of years. But no matter how you look at him, he doesn't look like a bad person, does he?

The ancients said, the ancients said, it seems that there are always mistakes when they say so many things.

"Xiaobai, do you think I'm a good man?"

Ning Chen turns a wheelchair and tries to climb a small pit while asking.

"Wheezing"

even though he was suffering, little white horse couldn't help showing his disdain.

"I knew you must think so too"

Ning chenle said with a smile.

"Wheezing"

the little white horse rolled his eyes and ignored the shameless human.

"Wait a minute"

Ning Chen suddenly froze and looked up at the surrounding terrain, with a bad premonition in his heart.

This is not the legend of the eighteen hell, right?

Ning Chen frowned and thought about it again and again. He didn't know much about myths and legends in his previous life, so he didn't remember it very clearly. Is there a hell on the 18th floor behind the Youming hall?

Ning Chen sighs in his heart that he hates less books when they are used. It's true that he had read more books about myths and legends before.

I don't know how long I've been away. I've eaten all the dry food I've brought, and my throat is dry and smoking. However, I find that this strange place seems to never come to an end.

"Xiaobai, we won't die of hunger and thirst here, will we?"

Ning Chen slowly turns the wheelchair, has the energy to be powerless way.

"Wheeze"

the little white horse turned his head and wheezed, indicating that they could return the same way.

Ning Chen was silent for a moment, or shook his head, he always felt behind what terrible monster was there, let him always dare not have the idea of looking back.

"Wheezing"

little white horse goes on, which means that if he doesn't return, he will die together.

"Zhangyi"

Ning Chen is very satisfied with xiaobaima's attitude and grins difficultly. He decides that if he can survive, he will be a little better to this guy.

"Er"

after walking for another half a day, when one person and one horse had reached the end of the oil and the lamp was exhausted, Ning Chen suddenly trembled on the wheelchair with a painful hum in his mouth. In the sea of Qi, the two golden pages of paper began to devour each other after they had no real Qi.

"Be honest with me"

Ning Chen was angry and drank violently. It's time for them to fight each other.

The little white horse is startled, looking at Ning Chen, don't know why.

The two pages of gold paper seem to be natural enemies. When there is enough real Qi in the sea of Qi, they can barely coexist. However, now the real Qi in the sea of Qi in Dantian has almost dispersed, and the two pages of gold paper can no longer maintain peace.

Ning Chen's face was very ugly, and he said in a deep voice, "I'm going to die here. You two have to be buried together. It's better to settle down for me"

"hum"

the two pages of gold paper trembled, as if they understood, and they didn't fight any more, and gradually calmed down.

"What a damned world, even a piece of broken paper can become essence"

Ning Chen cursed in a bad mood, and then an idea flashed in his mind, which even he thought was absurd.However, he has seen all the ridiculous things, and it's not bad to try this time.

He urged the last trace of true Qi to sink into the golden paper collected on the altar. Ning Chen sank down and said, "listen, now we are grasshoppers tied to a rope. Since you are from this nether hell, you naturally know how to get out. If you don't want to be buried here forever with me, you can come out and point out the way"

the golden paper was silent for a while, and then you really came out Ning Chen's air sea flew out. On the paper, the golden light was bright, and the dazzling light was shining into the distance. Faintly, a big black crack was visible.

"I fuck"

this time, Ning Chen couldn't help being rude. They had already passed there, but there was no such crack at that time.

"Herod"

the little white horse excitedly raised his front hooves, called out the correct call for the first time in his life, and stopped wheezing and pretending to be dumb.

The little white horse runs fast and abandons Ning Chen without loyalty.

"White eyed wolf"

Ning Chen scolded angrily, turned his wheelchair with both hands, and walked slowly and wobbly towards the big crack.

This broken place is really depressing

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