C157 Ghost Prisoners

The Ghosts looked at Grandfather Gu and muttered, "How about we see through it and see through it, and give each other some face? "When you're my accomplice, you should fix the problem of having a broken mouth."

The Ghosts stretched his body and said to Grandfather Gu: "A Chang is free, it's not good if I don't have a little kid that I can control by my side. "Since you have that fan on you, it would be most appropriate for you to be my partner."

A Chang had already left without a trace. I bitterly laughed and said to Ghosts: "Was it really A Chang who leaked it out?"

Ghosts laughed coldly and said: "A Chang is my accomplice. "His every move, every thought, and every thought can't escape my eyes. Would he dare to not tell me the truth?"

My hands and feet turned cold. "So, what do you mean by 'return the fan'? What do you mean by 'save him'? It's all a trap!"

Ghosts answered absent-mindedly. He patted Grandfather Gu's chest and nodded in satisfaction: "It's good now, the fan has returned, Hu Chujiu has also found it. This general can now sleep peacefully in this tomb. "

He took out a red rope and began to tie Grandpa Gu. As he did so, he muttered, "I can't wait to refine you into my accomplice as soon as possible. It's a pity that I have to bring Hu Chujiu to hell with Lord Prison. "

Grandpa Gu forced a smile and closed his eyes, like a doting old monk or an old beggar that was used to being humiliated. In his despair, there was a trace of calm as he allowed the Ghosts to tie him up.

At this time, I heard a faint voice coming from the darkness, "Why don't I bring Hu Chujiu to hell with Lord Prison?"

I turned my head and saw that A Chang had returned.

I looked at him in surprise. I didn't know why he had come back after so much effort to get his freedom.

Obviously, the Ghosts was also a little strange. Now that he was not A Chang's master, he could not really understand's thoughts. Thus, he asked: "What are you doing back here?"

A Chang lowered his head, and said after a moment of silence: "That Zhao fellow is still outside. I don't want to go out so soon. I don't want him to question me. "

Grandpa Gu spat, "Are you afraid of being interrogated? You little scumbag, your mouth is full of nonsense, are you afraid of being interrogated? Back then when I went down with you, you secretly hid your treasures, and when I asked you, you were just being stubborn, are you afraid of being interrogated? Do you have something on your mind? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? You have harmed Hu Chujiu, you don't dare to face his second uncle … "

Ghosts looked at A Chang with an understanding face. He nodded and said: "Then, I'll leave it to you to bring Hu Chujiu over. You are friends, and you are going to send him off. "

Grandpa Gu was even cursing loudly, "Fuck, this brat is even worthy of friends? Steal my stuff when you're in partnership with me. She was with Hu Chujiu and had snitched everywhere. This little brat loves to be stabbed in the back, to the detriment of others. "

I helplessly looked at Grandpa Gu, his temper was really bad today.

Ghosts slapped his face with all his might: "You are my accomplice, I won't let you speak, so shut up."

Grandpa Gu's mouth was covered in blood from the beating, but he actually started to laugh. "Since you haven't become the villain yet, I will say what I need to say." If you don't say it now, it will be too late. "

A Chang's face flushed from being scolded by Grandfather Gu. He gritted his teeth and said to Grandfather Gu after a long while: "How are you better than me? There are seven of us, and you are the only one who survived.

Grandpa Gu said, "You six have short lifespans, what does that have to do with me? Okay, I'm not good, then what about Hu Chujiu? He's okay, right? Why did you harm him? "

A Chang retorted: "Hu Chujiu is good to you too, didn't you harm him too?"

Well, I'm a good man. A good man like me is going to be taken to hell.

A Chang and Grandfather Gu argued for a while and then stopped. This was not because someone had given in, but because the Ghosts had started to refine Grandpa Gu's soul. He was speechless.

A Chang waved his hand at me and said, "Let's go."

Then he led me deeper into the grave.

We entered the long underground passage. There was nothing to be seen, not even a ghost.

I whispered to A Chang: "Can you just let me go secretly? We ran away together, and I thought you were my friend. "

A Chang glanced at me: "Are you joking? There are people from the Ghosts here, if I let you go, would you be able to escape? "

I immediately became a little listless.

But after the depressed energy passed, I felt that today's A Chang was a little strange. Although Grandpa Gu had released a portion of his seven emotions and six desires, he was still far from being a normal person.

But today, A Chang didn't seem to be that cold anymore, and his speech was much more casual now. Would he become a normal person if he didn't be the accomplice?

We had reached the end of the passage, and the light from the outside could no longer reach us. A Chang took out a box of matches and lit a candle with it.

I was so familiar with this action that I blurted out, "Second Uncle?"

When I called out the word "second uncle", I did not think it through at all. It was only after I finished calling the name did I feel like I was mistaken.

But A Chang was actually stunned, and then said puzzledly: "You can even see that I'm disguised like this?"

I asked in shock, "It's really you?"

A Chang reached his hand out to his face, carefully pulled it twice, and pulled off a piece of face. The face that was revealed was indeed Mr. Zhao.

I was surprised and happy. "How can it be you? You can actually deceive the Ghosts? "You're too amazing."

Mr. Zhao said, "Just now, my entire mind was focused on refining the ancient head. I didn't get a good look at it. Of course, the most important thing is that face. "

He flicked his finger to his face: "This is A Chang's face, it's impossible for ordinary people to see his original face."

I looked at Mr. Zhao in shock. "A Chang's face? Why is it in your hands? "

Mr. Zhao said, "I also don't know why this kid is so crazy. I was halfway there, trying to find a way to save you. He followed from behind. He cut off his face with a knife and gave it to me. He said that he had done something shameless and was too ashamed to meet anyone. Give me your face. "

Mr. Zhao once again pressed A Chang's face onto his body, and said: "Up until now, I still haven't figured it out, what does he mean?"

A voice from the side said, "Isn't that obvious? He's talking about your face. "

I looked in that direction and saw it was Erhu.

Mr. Zhao said, "Forget about your two faces and three faces. As long as you can save someone, that is enough." He took out a paper man from his bosom and said to me, "Eldest Nephew, attach this to your body. Give your body to Erhu. Later he will pretend to be you. "

I didn't move. I asked the Mr. Zhao, "How did you do it? "Erhu is not a self-sacrificing person."

Erhu chuckled at me, "Mr. Zhao promised me. If you can survive, your body will belong to me. "

I shivered. "Second Uncle, isn't the price too high?"

Mr. Zhao's face was full of displeasure as he said, "Why don't you help me think of an idea?

I couldn't think of a way. In fact, Mr. Zhao is right, if I hand over my body, I can still preserve my soul. I can't bear to part with my physical body, so I'll probably lose my soul and leave nothing behind. After all, the Ghost-Prisoner wanted to kill me.

I sighed and said to Erhu, "Aren't you betting your life on this? And the chances of winning aren't high. "

Erhu lightly said, "You don't have to care about that, I'm willing to bet."

I nodded, and my soul emerged from my body. I've lost my physical body too many times.

I got onto the paper man and was carried on Mr. Zhao's body. Erhu entered my body, pretending to be me, and continued to walk forward.

After we passed through the passageway, the scenery before our eyes suddenly widened. This was a huge and incredible space. I even thought that we had arrived in the outside world.

However, I was quickly able to confirm that although this place is very large, it is still underground. If one looked carefully, one would still be able to see the earthen walls. This was just an extraordinarily large underground space.

In this space, there was a palace. At the front of the palace hung a plaque. The white paper lantern shone brightly on the three words: Yama Temple.

Mr. Zhao asked Er Hu: "Where is your foster-grandpa?"

Erhu took out the lantern from his bosom and lit up the candle that had long been extinguished. He looked at my foster-grandpa's figure, then pointed at him and said, "It's over there."

The Mr. Zhao laughed: "This place is constantly imitating the Underworld. I thought that the Ghost Prison would be on the eighteenth floor of hell, but I didn't expect it to be in Yama Temple. Was this imprisonment or happiness? I feel that his life is superior to that of a prison guard. "

Mr. Zhao ridiculed a bit and then brought me towards Yama Temple.

On the way, I saw many Nagzul s. Of course, the Nagzul here was fake as well, as they were disguised as brats.

They were all tied to pillars and burned under their feet. Arrows covered in cinnabar were stuck in their chests, and they were all in agony. Some of them were already dead. As for those who were still alive, they were all envious.

I whispered to Mr. Zhao, "Are Nagzul in hell also like this?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "They should be people of the Ghost Prison. They are also imprisoned here to accompany the Ghost Prison in suffering."

Our voices alarmed the fake Nagzul as they all turned their heads towards us and mournfully shouted, "Help me!"

To my horror, I realized that all the fake Nagzul didn't have eyes. They had only one black eye.

Erhu was a ghost after all, and his endurance was much higher than mine, but he was still scared to the point of turning pale.

Only the Mr. Zhao looked very calm. When he arrived at the entrance of the Yama Temple, he suddenly stopped. He lowered his head to look at the two stone lions by the door and said faintly, "Interesting."

I looked over my shoulder and saw that the lions had no eyes either. Not born without, but dug up.

Mr. Zhao walked up the stairs and knocked on the door ring.

I suddenly realized that the assistant who held the knocker in her mouth also had no eyes. I suddenly had an extremely bad premonition.