C161 wake up

When I heard this, I suddenly understood Xia Xin's intention for cooking the Mercy Soup.

I asked the old man, "Are there only two people locked up here, you and your son?"

The old Daoist said, "Right now, there are only the two of us. There used to be a lot of kids around here who came to torture me regularly. But ever since I took the evil thoughts out of my body, those little ghosts have been gradually killed by the Ghost Prisoners. "

The old Daoist pointed into the distance and said, "Those little ghosts that lost their eyes were killed by the Ghost Hell Prison. Even the guard outside, the evil ghost called the former general, was subdued by the ghost and voluntarily became his Ghosts. "

I let out a hollow laugh. "Ghost prisoners are truly incredible. Since he was so powerful, why not just run away? What the hell are you still doing here? "

The old Daoist said, "He stayed behind to protect this child. The Ghost Hell sect can leave, but they cannot bring the child away. At that time, if the Underworld's people hurt the child, then it would be too late to come back and rescue them. "

"In short, the people in the Hades saw that they could not control the Haunted Hell, so they decided to evacuate them, leaving only a few mortals outside. It was said that there was a village outside, and the villagers inside were all under guard. Sigh, how could these guards possibly keep an eye on the Ghost Hell Prison? They were just messengers. Once the Ghostly Prisoner Escaping is over, report it to the Underworld immediately so that they can quickly think of a way. "

I was a little puzzled as I said, "Since the Ghost Prison is so powerful, will the people in the village have enough time to report it?"

The old Daoist smiled: "This person will not be a problem in the Underworld. They came to the village every few decades. He took the first soul of one of the villagers. Then, he raised this soul in a Inside the house. If this villager died before the end of his lifespan, that wisp of soul would definitely react. The people in the Underworld Prison will immediately come over to check and see if the ghost prisoner has escaped and killed the villagers. "

I was stunned for a moment before I said in surprise, "Now, everyone in the village has died. Does this represent that someone from the Underworld has come to visit? "

The old man looked at me and said, "Are all the villagers dead? Are you from this village? "

I was stunned and just as I wanted to nod my head, I reacted. I let out a dry laugh and said, "I'm not from this village. My name is Erhu and I'm from Cypress City."

The old Daoist said indifferently, "Oh, I don't know if he believed me or not."

My mind was in a mess as I thought over and over again, "Did the people from the Underworld get any news?" If they had already come here, things would have changed in the village. If they hadn't come, then that meant that the person who had his soul stolen wasn't dead yet? Is that me? "

And then I thought, "Isn't Xia Xin from the Underworld? But why is she acting so sneakily? I keep having the feeling that she's purposely avoiding Hades. "

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, the old Daoist said, "Weird, since you aren't someone from the Hu Village, why did you travel a thousand miles to come to this place?"

I quickly said the words I had prepared, "I was captured by that Taoist surnamed Zhao, he wanted me to be the little demon who delivers the soup. Hu Chujiu is at the back.

The old Daoist nodded.

I carefully asked again, "About that …" Do you know where Hu Mancang is? "

The old Daoist replied straightforwardly, "I don't know. Only the Ghost Convicts know."

From the looks of it, if he wanted to save my foster-grandpa, he would have to go to hell. The problem is... Could Erhu really hide from the Ghostly Prison?

I sighed and said to the old Daoist, "Dao leader, my soup has already been delivered. I'll be leaving first."

The old Daoist then said, "You won't be able to leave."

I panicked. "Why can't I leave?"

The old Daoist said, "This Yama Temple, from the outside, looks like a small room. But you walk in there and you're so big you look like you're going to die. "

My heart suddenly sank. Actually, I had this feeling a moment ago, but I thought that it was because it was too dark around me that I had an illusion. I didn't expect that my illusion was real.

The old Daoist continued, "This is like a valley. The Ghost and I are at the bottom of the valley. The soul was like water. No matter which direction the soul flowed in, it would eventually reach the bottom. However, if they wanted to leave, that would be extremely difficult. "There are so many paths, it's not easy to find directions."

I rubbed my temples hard and forced myself to calm down. "Am I going to meet the Ghost Prisoner later?" I asked the old Daoist.

The old Daoist then replied, "He will wake up once in a while."

I asked again, "What will he do to me when I see the Ghost Prisoner?"

The old Daoist pointed at the pot and asked, "What do you think?"

My heart went cold. My current identity is Erhu, and such a small character wouldn't be able to escape the clutches of a ghost prisoner. I can imagine, that after Ghost Prison saw us, Mr. Zhao, Xia Xin and I would be just in time to boil another pot of soup.

I was a little dissatisfied as I continued to ask: "Then what will happen to Hu Chujiu?"

The old Daoist said, "Hu Chujiu, it is said that he can threaten the Ghastly Prison. "According to the Ghost Prisoner's personality, he won't be left alive."

I sat on the floor in despair, unsure of what to do.

With a desperate attitude, I asked the elder, "Can you help me to explain my situation? Maybe the Ghost Prison would spare us for your sake. "

The old Daoist laughed loudly, "Little brother, you are too naive. I am good, the Ghost Prison is evil. The two of us are like fire and water. Why would he listen to me? "

I don't even want to sit down anymore. I want to lie down and wait for the knife to strike me sooner or later.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from behind him. It was the Mr. Zhao and Xia Xin. They too had come to this damned place. I saw that Xia Xin's eyes were still covered with a white cloth. Now I could guess the function of the white cloth, probably to prevent people from stealing eyes.

When the old Daoist saw Xia Xin, he immediately revealed a smile and said, "Little girl, you're here too?"

Mr. Zhao looked at Xia Xin warily: "You two know each other?"

Xia Xin seemed to have recognized the old Daoist's voice as she replied, "We met once when we were young."

Mr. Zhao said in a strange tone: "Then if you are with us, it would be like abandoning the darkness and entering the light, would it be considered infiltrating the enemy ranks?"

Xia Xin snorted and ignored him.

The old Daoist pointed to the two stones on the ground and said, "You can sit."

But no one sat, everyone stood.

In a place like this where danger lurks all around, one must always be vigilant. Once one sits down, it means that once there is an emergency and one is unable to respond in time, it is very dangerous.

Mr. Zhao pointed at Erhu and said: "We have already brought him here, where is Hu Mancang?"

The old Daoist said humbly, "I'm not a ghost prisoner. I'm a ghost prisoner."

He pointed to the statue.

I explained for the old Taoist, "Ghost prisoners are actually blind gods. After he was trapped here, his soul split into two. Part good, part evil. The person we see here is his good intentions. The one who lives in the deity statue is his evil thought, which is also the Ghost Prison. "

Mr. Zhao nodded: "So that's how it is." He asked the old man, "What if we break the statue now?"

The old Daoist said, "The Ghost Prison will be enraged and everyone here will die."

Mr. Zhao frowned: "Then how do we call him out? After all, you can't possibly kneel and kowtow so low as to put on candles, paper and money, right? "

The old Daoist said, "There is no need to go through so much trouble. The Ghost Prison relies on human grievances, anger and hostility to increase its strength. You just need to show him your dark side. "

Mr. Zhao scratched his head and said with difficulty: "What a pity, I don't have a dark side …"

I was about to vomit. "Mr. Zhao, can you not be so thick-skinned?"

Mr. Zhao said in a serious tone: "I really don't have a dark side, I have lost my memories. I have forgotten everything that I've done in the past.

I said, "When are you not dark? Even if you lose your memories, the dark side that you have accumulated recently is enough to wake up the ghost prisoners. "

However, since Mr. Zhao was unwilling, I can only give up. I know that sometimes Mr. Zhao might be a little unlucky, but it's not really bad. If he wanted to wake up the Ghost Prison, he might have to find a bad guy. Thus, I pointed at Erhu, who was beside Mr. Zhao. "You come."

Erhu also guessed what I meant. He chuckled, walked up to the idol, bent down, and whispered something to the idol.

I'm a little worried that his unkind words will leak our plans. But Erhu only spoke for a few seconds, so it should be fine.

After saying that, Erhu straightened up and walked between us.

Mr. Zhao said, "Is that enough?"

Erhu smiled miserably. "I have such a heavy aura of grievance on me, this is already enough."

Before he could finish his words, a gale rose up in the surroundings. The gale seemed to have come from the horizon, covering the entire sky and covering the earth, enveloping us within.

I felt as if my soul were floating, as if it were about to be lifted into the sky by the wind. Fortunately, the old Daoist kept dragging that line, so I didn't fly away.

Gradually, the sound of wailing ghosts and howling wolves could be heard in the wind. They were getting closer and closer to us. In my mind, I could see countless ghosts crawling out of hell and surrounding us.

The gale gradually gathered and turned into a whirlwind. The whirlwind tightened and in the end, all the whirlwind landed on the idol.

When the wind stopped, I saw the eyes of the statue open. And the pitch black Yama Temple, had actually become much brighter.

This was not to say that the Yama Temple was no longer dark, but the darkness was different. The original darkness was like thick water around us. Even if we lit the candles, it wouldn't spread far. Now, the darkness was much more transparent. A single lamp could be seen from several miles away.

I suddenly thought of a possibility. Previously, the reason the Yama Temple was so dark was all because of the Ghost Prison. He may have released a great cloud of black gas. When he woke up, the black gas had already returned to the deity statue.

The surroundings were extremely quiet. No one spoke a word. Only the old Daoist's faint voice resounded, "You're awake?"

This was said by a ghost to a ghost prisoner.

The ghost prisoner twisted his neck, and large clumps of dirt on his face fell off. His face was dark, as if everyone in the world had a grudge against him.

The old Daoist said to the ghost prisoner, "I want to plead with you, can you let these friends go?"

The ghost prisoner looked at the few of us and only sneered. He was too lazy to reply to our pleas for mercy.

I sighed in my heart, "Looks like what the old Taoist said is correct." This kind of kindness was too weak, it was impossible to control a ghost prisoner.