Clan Uncle is a Nagzul? This news completely upended my knowledge.
I've known him for so many years, and suddenly he's become an agent for the Ghosts. Suddenly, it became Nagzul. I felt as if the world was spinning, as if no one in the world could believe me.
But very quickly, I discovered that my clan uncle was not Nagzul.
Because right now, the clan uncle's body had an extremely oppressive aura. This sort of aura was even more terrifying than death. As he approached us, I felt my whole body being enveloped in this aura. My life, my soul, even my thoughts were under his control. With just a thought, he can turn me into dust, and he can also turn me into his puppet.
At this moment, I suddenly understood: the Nagzul came from outside, when he was passing by the cemetery, he met his clan uncle.
The clan uncle must have blocked his path, asking who he was, where he came from, and where he went.
I don't know if Nagzul answered. But I am sure that he controlled his uncle's body. Borrowing his body, he walked step by step to the Golden Toad Temple, to this ancient tomb.
This tomb had originally been built according to the legends of the Underworld. In the beginning, it was just a place to look evil, but ever since the Nagzul came here, I felt that the place has become more and more cloudy, as if it has truly become a place of hell.
I looked around and found that, at some point in time, the black air had filled the entire space. Everyone was surrounded by the black gas and became hazy.
I can only differentiate them based on their contours, who is the Mr. Zhao and who is Grandpa Gu. But their expressions, their movements, even if they were swapped, I don't know.
Just as my imagination was running wild, my clan uncle or Nagzul had already arrived in front of me.
He stared at me expressionlessly, his eyes darting back and forth over me, and I felt as if he were going to see through me.
"You … To live or to die? " Nagzul opened his mouth. He was right in front of me, but his voice seemed to come from somewhere far away, from hell itself.
I said, "Yes." My voice was hoarse with tension.
Nagzul said indifferently: "Everyone is trying to live, but there must be someone who dies in this world."
Just as I said those words, I felt that my body was being controlled. An invisible force was pulling me to hell.
I gritted my teeth and tried to squeeze the words out of my mouth with all my might. "I'm alive."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the power vanished. Nagzul looked at me again, a little more serious this time.
He took a yellow paper from his pocket and handed me a pen.
I saw a lot of names on the yellow paper, but I couldn't quite make out what they were. I carefully rubbed my eyes and could only see my own: Hu Chujiu.
I asked the Nagzul: "What do you want me to do?"
Nagzul's voice was cold and gloomy: "Your name shall be struck off this list."
I shivered. Isn't it suicide to cut off my name? That's what you do when you execute a prisoner, isn't it?
When Nagzul saw that I did not make a move, he repeated: "Delete your name."
At this moment, I felt a force pulling me. No, it was controlling me. From my physical body to my thoughts, I involuntarily picked up the brush.
I noticed that the tip of the brush was red, and the red cinnabar had removed a person's name. There was almost no suspense. As long as this line fell, I would definitely die.
But how could I resist? I am just an ordinary person, I am unable to resist the power of the Nagzul.
I was a little desperate, and then my mind relaxed and my brush fell on the yellow paper.
However, a miraculous scene appeared. The brush passed through the yellow paper without leaving any trace. It was as if the yellow paper did not exist.
Nagzul kept the pen and paper and said indifferently: "You are indeed a living person."
Then he added, "But... We'll meet again eventually. "
Then he turned and left. And I was already sweating.
After Nagzul left, I suddenly found that the surroundings had become clear and the black aura had disappeared.
I could clearly see Mr. Zhao and the others beside me, but they were all confused and nervous as they waited. Clearly, in their eyes, there was still black gas. They could not see anyone else.
Nagzul walked over to Mr. Zhao's side. He sized up Mr. Zhao for a moment, but did not take out the yellow paper, and instead asked a very evil question: "Soul, there is no body to live without. Can a physical body live without a soul? "
That made me wonder. What? Is that a signal? It was just like a heavenly king covered earth tiger, or a pagoda guarding the river monster. Why is it so widely used?
The Mr. Zhao replied without hesitation: "Of course I can live."
Nagzul nodded and then let him go.
I was even a little jealous of him. Why is it that after I picked a name and broke out in cold sweat, I was almost taken away by Nagzul? "
Mr. Zhao's vision quickly recovered. He looked at me and grinned. Just like me, he continued to pay attention to Nagzul.
Nagzul walked to the side of the former general.
I'd like him to take the former general away, and then we won't have to be afraid to play tricks on him. But something strange happened. Nagzul didn't even look at the former general and directly skipped over him.
I began to feel indignant. This was not the case in the Underworld, which was known as the fairest of all.
Nagzul walked in front of Grandpa Gu and coldly asked: "Are you alive, or dead?"
Grandpa Gu replied, "I don't want to live."
Nagzul sneered: "As long as you are a human, there will definitely be life and death."
Grandpa Gu said, "I'm not human. I am a spirit. A fan has a spirit. "
I was startled by the answer. But Nagzul did not reprimand Grandpa Gu for speaking nonsense. He walked around Grandpa Gu and nodded, "Yes …" Your main body is indeed a fan. It's not easy, it's not easy. "
Then, he also let Grandpa Gu pass by.
At this moment, I finally understood that Grandpa Gu fusing himself with the fan wasn't as simple as just preventing it from being stolen.
Nagzul walked in front of A Chang and asked: "Are you alive or dead?"
A Chang replied shamelessly, "I am a dead man. I've been dead a long time. "
Nagzul said, "Then you have to come with me."
A Chang shook his head: "No, I still have a blood feud that I haven't avenged yet. My resentment is soaring to the heavens, and I cannot get on the Road to River Styx. "
Nagzul nodded: "You were killed by someone. There was still a year left to live. I hope you will have your revenge within a year. Otherwise, I will forcefully drag you to the underworld. Even if you get roasted to death by your own resentment, it will have nothing to do with me. "
A Chang nodded.
Nagzul let him go. He walked over to the other man. This person had always been with A Chang, and seemed to be the former general's accomplice.
Nagzul asked his accomplice, "Are you alive or dead?"
The villain said: "The master lets me live, I am alive, the master lets me die, I am dead."
Nagzul asked curiously: Are you the accomplice?
The Undead nodded.
Nagzul laughed coldly: "What's so good about being a partner of others? "Why don't you follow me to hell, reincarnate, and become a new person?"
"My master has treated me with such kindness that I cannot betray him," said the villain.
Nagzul gave him a fake smile and let him go, then went to check on my foster-grandpa.
He did not speak, but looked at the foster-grandpa in a daze. After a while, he patted foster-grandpa on the shoulder, and turned around to walk towards those non-human and non-ghost like items on the third floor.
I quietly walked to Mr. Zhao's side and whispered, "Is it that simple?"
Mr. Zhao nodded: "It's that simple."
I said, "This Nagzul is easily tricked."
Mr. Zhao said, "Is it that easy? He was fooled by the fan, so he couldn't tell whether we were dead or alive. He could only use this method, and try to beat around the bush. It is said that if the culprit was brought to the underworld by mistake, the crime would be too great, even the Nagzul cannot bear the consequences. Thus, they would rather let the culprit go than make a mistake.
"If we didn't have a fan today, he would have seen through us at a glance. He did not even bother to ask these questions and directly brought them to the Underworld. "
I somewhat fearfully nodded, and then asked Mr. Zhao curiously: "How do you know about this? Is this also a legend? "
The Mr. Zhao made a sound of acknowledgement, then pointed at the nearby Nagzul, "If you want to confirm something, you can ask him."
I didn't dare ask him.
Mr. Zhao said, "I heard from someone that Nagzul is neither a human nor a spirit, and it does not have a specific shape. Today, he possessed your uncle. Don't think that he is a human. "In short, be careful."
I nodded.
Although there was a fan that confused yin and yang, there were still imps that could not withstand it. Nagzul quickly asked them for the truth, and with a miserable scream, they disappeared.
It was conceivable that they had all been sent to the Underworld.
After Nagzul was done, he turned around and grabbed my foster-grandpa by the neck and dragged him out.
I exclaimed and was about to rush over to stop him. However, the Mr. Zhao stopped me. "Were you useful in the past?"
These words immediately caused me to fall into despair. I asked the Mr. Zhao: "Why? Why was my foster-grandpa discovered? "
Mr. Zhao pointed at foster-grandpa and said, "Look carefully."
I suddenly realized that the foster-grandpa's body was changing. His skin became very white and his entire body became stiff. As Nagzul walked further and further away, his body turned into a paper man.
Nagzul tore the paper man apart and casually threw it on the ground. Then, he took out a soul from the paper. This soul isn't from my foster-grandpa.
I looked at this scene dumbstruck. I didn't know if I should be happy or not.
The Nagzul left.
I glared at the former general. "My foster-grandpa is fake? You lied to me with a fake soul? "What do you mean?"
The former general stood there stiffly, not moving at all. It was as if he hadn't heard me.
At this moment, I suddenly realized that it wasn't just the former general, everyone else was also standing upright on the ground, not saying a single word. The atmosphere here was a little strange.