C158 Mercy Decoction

Mr. Zhao knocked on the door, but there was no response.

The Mr. Zhao knocked again, and the two white paper lanterns hanging at the entrance were extinguished. At the same time, the door creaked open.

I looked through the door. It was so dark I couldn't see anything.

My extreme fear of the dark now may be due to the aftereffects of the scene in the mirror.

I said to the Mr. Zhao: "Let's wait a bit, I feel that something isn't right."

As expected, Mr. Zhao took a step back and said, "Of course there's something wrong. What the hell is wrong with this place? "

I said, "Everything here has no eyes, don't you think?"

Mr. Zhao thought for a moment, then said: "What do you want to say? We'll dig our eyes out, too. "

I said, "That's impossible. We still have to keep our eyes open. I mean, we should be careful not to fall for it."

Mr. Zhao laughed bitterly: "After all, it's just rubbish."

He patted Erhu on the shoulder and said, "Go, you'll be in the lead."

Erhu walked forward with kakaka sounds. It seemed that he was really risking his life to obtain my body.

Mr. Zhao brought me and followed closely behind Erhu. After the three of us entered the Yama Temple, we heard a loud bang behind us. The big door was closed.

Erhu stopped. I couldn't see him, but I could hear his footsteps disappearing. A few seconds later, close to us, he said, "Is the door closed?"

Mr. Zhao nodded: "Go ahead. Since that door is closed, then it definitely cannot be opened. Since it cannot be opened, then what do I have to do with him? "

I feel that the Mr. Zhao is really too open-minded, even to the point of coming here to die.

The three of us walked on in the dark. After walking for an unknown amount of time, it was still dark in front of them.

Erhu said, "I really can't take it anymore. Let's have a look."

Mr. Zhao agreed.

Erhu took out a box of matches from somewhere and struck it. A small ball of flame appeared. It was too small, even Erhu's face couldn't shine.

I saw Erhu quickly pull out half a candle. Now we have a stable light source.

Erhu held up the candle and shone its light around. Still nothing. The darkness here is like water, everywhere enveloping us.

Erhu muttered, "Damn it, it's just like being in a mother's womb."

Mr. Zhao said, "It's better if you go to your mother's womb. He would be able to return to the mortal world with just a bit of patience. "Alright, let's keep going."

Because we are surrounded by endless darkness, I keep having the feeling that we are not in Inside the house, but in a wilderness. However, the floor tiles under our feet remind us that we are indeed inside Yama Temple.

The floor tiles looked like they were made of stone. They were completely black, the color of death. When a person walked on it, it would emit a "Da Da" sound.

After walking for who knows how long, Erhu suddenly stopped and said in a low voice, "There's something ahead."

I looked in the dim candlelight and saw a person sitting with his back to us. From the view of his back, it seemed to be a woman. She was staring at something in front of her so intently that she didn't even notice when we walked up behind her.

Mr. Zhao whispered to Erhu, "Turn off the lights."

Erhu and I looked at him in surprise. To lose his light source in this kind of place, wasn't that courting death?

Mr. Zhao repeated again: "Extinguish the light."

Erhu put his hand on the candle and extinguished the flame. This is the first time I've seen someone extinguish a lamp like this, it's not like my body doesn't feel the pinch. But now that the situation is special, I can't criticize Erhu, so I can only leave it to him.

When our candles went out, I saw a flame up ahead. The light was so dim that I was sure we wouldn't have known there was a fire if we hadn't been there.

Mr. Zhao coughed and said respectfully: "I am A Chang, from the previous general's subordinate. I have come to hell with Lord Prison."

The woman sitting there didn't move, as if she couldn't hear us at all.

Erhu turned his head and asked Mr. Zhao quietly, "Are you sure she's a ghost prisoner? The Ghost Prison is a female? "

Mr. Zhao said, "At their level of cultivation, it is no longer important for men and women."

Following that, he respectfully said, "A Chang sets up a Lord Ghost Conviction."

This time, the woman still ignored him, and the Mr. Zhao did not wait either. He patted Erhu on the shoulder, "You take the lead and go."

Erhu's face was filled with unwillingness, "Why do I look like a dog?"

The Mr. Zhao smirked and said, "Do you think a physical body is so good? You want to take advantage of me without putting in any effort? "None at all."

Er Hu rolled his eyes, walked to the opposite side of the woman and imitated Mr. Zhao's tone and said: "I am Hu Chujiu, I will … "What the f * ck."

I looked at him in surprise. I didn't know why he said such rude words. I suspect that he is tired of living. I am a little worried about my physical body, so that I won't be dragged into it.

Mr. Zhao guessed that there might be a problem and did not bother to bow anymore, hurriedly going to the opposite of the woman.

I am currently attached to Mr. Zhao's body and was brought by him to the woman. Looking at the woman's face, I couldn't help but say, "Holy shit."

This woman is Xia Xin. I've searched so hard for her, but I haven't been able to find her.

Xia Xinyan sat calmly on the ground, as if she didn't know that a few old acquaintances had arrived. In front of her was a large pot. Something was boiling inside the pot, and it was steaming hot.

I looked down and saw that there was no firewood under the pot. It was an oil lamp.

This is the first time I've seen someone using an oil lamp to light a fire.

I wanted to talk to Xia Xin, but Mr. Zhao stopped me. I understood what he meant. In this place, the acquaintances we saw might not really be our acquaintances.

Mr. Zhao slowly squatted down and asked Xia Xin, "Is that you?"

Xia Xin did not answer his question, "You are not A Chang."

Mr. Zhao laughed and said: "You can't see me, so I can't hide it from you."

Xia Xin raised her head, "The moment you opened your mouth, I knew who you were."

It was only when Xia Xin looked up that I saw her face. A white cloth covered her eyes, hiding them. I was a little worried, wondering if there was something wrong with her eyes. After all, the ghosts outside had all lost their eyes.

Mr. Zhao asked in a low voice: "Why are you here?"

Xia Xin sighed, "I know. You guys have to come here, so I'll go first. "I'm here to wait for you."

Mr. Zhao asked, "What are you cooking?"

Xia Xin sighed again, this sigh was filled with the feeling of pity from the heavens, "This is the Underworld, the Underworld. We need Grandma Meng here. I have temporarily made this Grandma Meng, and I am currently making soup. "

Mr. Zhao asked, "To whom?"

Xia Xin said, "We'll give it to the Ghost Prisoner. My soup can't make people forget everything, but it can reduce the resentment. Drinking my soup can ease some of his pain. That's a poor man. "

I wondered: Who was Xia Xin on the other side? Why does it sound like she has such a good relationship with the Ghost Prisoner?

Suddenly, the soup began to gurgle in the pot. Xia Xin fumbled for the oil lamp at the bottom of the pot and flicked it against the flame. The small ball of flame flew up into the air and disappeared into the darkness.

Erhu, who was at the side, asked in surprise, "What fire is this?"

Xia Xin smiled and said, "This is the light of a human's life."

Erhu exclaimed and did not continue asking.

Xia Xin picked up the pot in front of her, picked it up and put it down. She asked the Mr. Zhao: "Did you bring a little kid with you? Hu Chujiu's double, what was his name again? "I think it's called Erhu."

Erhu, who was beside him, grinned, but Xia Xin didn't notice it.

Mr. Zhao replied, "Yes, I still have this brat with me."

Xia Xin nodded, "Call him out. I need him now."

Mr. Zhao took out the paper man casually and I crawled out from the paper man. I stood in the form of a soul on the ground.

Xia Xin pointed at the pot on the ground, "Erhu, pick him up. I'll give it to you as a drink later. "

"Why?"

Xia Xin slightly frowned, but in the end, patiently explained, "Hu Chujiu was the only one who could find the Master Xue. And Master Xue was the only person in the legends who could kill a ghost prisoner. So, if Ghost Prison saw Hu Chujiu, do you think that he had any chance of surviving? "

I shivered. "Impossible."

Xia Xin acknowledged, "That's why I made this pot of soup. This soup was called the Merciful Soup. The Ghost Prison would be merciful and lenient if they were to drink it. It is possible to spare Hu Chujiu's life. "

Mercy soup? Was there such a thing in the world? I turned my head to look at Mr. Zhao, who shook his head, clearly not believing me either.

When Xia Xin saw that I didn't move, she became a little angry. "Why aren't you going?"

I laughed dryly and said, "Weren't the Ghost Prisoners a little irritable before they drank the soup? What if he kills me when I carry the soup over? "

Xia Xin faintly said, "You are just a substitute. How about this, as long as you succeed in this matter, I will give you Hu Chujiu's body. Didn't you always want his body? Only with great risk can we reap great rewards. This business of yours is not losing anything. "

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Xia Xin and Mr. Zhao didn't treat me as an outsider and brought my body over to her.

Erhu, who was at the side, cooperated and asked, "Why would you casually give me a body? If I were to give away my physical body, wouldn't I become a ghost? "

Xia Xin said, "Becoming a ghost is better than losing your soul, right? Erhu, send the soup. "

Erhu was eager to give it a try, it seemed like he wanted to be Erhu again. After all, the reward was the same. The danger of sending the soup is very small, but the danger of impersonating me is very high.

However, the Mr. Zhao glared at Erhu and he retreated back.

Xia Xin urged me, "Hurry and pick up the pot."

I asked Mr. Zhao for help. Mr. Zhao smiled at me and actually said, "Lift it up, it's fine."

I reluctantly picked up the pot. At this moment, Xia Xin said in a low voice, "Don't look at the things in the pot. Otherwise, even the deities won't be able to save you."

I didn't want to know what was in the pot, but hearing her say that made my heart itch.