C165 blood print

When I heard that the leader of the soldiers was actually the former general, I heaved a sigh of relief. The former general had already been the accomplice of the Ghastly Prisoner, and his little soldier was still not giving up? Maybe as long as I can get close to them, I can turn them around.

I looked at the bones under the brick bed and sighed. It seems that the people in the Hades were very considerate. After trapping the Blind God here, they even painstakingly found the murderer and arranged for them to continue being jailers.

I just sat on the floor and dug around. I took out half of the incense and a few pieces of paper money. After being with the Mr. Zhao for so long, I like to bring some random stuff with me.

I lit the incense and burned two more sheets of paper for him. The dead man said nothing, as if he didn't want to accept it, but there was no definite refusal.

I asked him, "What's your name?"

The dead man's attitude eased a lot. "My name is Wang Gouya."

I almost burst out laughing. A corpse that hadn't rotted for thousands of years, a wraith who used iron chains to bind me, is actually called Wang Gou Ya?

The dead man seemed a little embarrassed, and said faintly, "The poor people will fight for their lives on the battlefield, what good name can the poor people come up with?"

I suppressed my laughter and solemnly nodded my head.

The dead man continued, "I am the leader of this group. That mother and son pair was indeed killed by us. We not only killed people, but we also robbed food. However … Everyone was doing it. "If you don't kill people, you will starve to death. Who will be willing to die?"

I coughed dryly and said to the dead, "Your general has gone to the Ghost Prison to be his accomplice. Do you know about this? "

The dead man acknowledged, "I know."

I was even more relieved to hear that. I was afraid he wouldn't believe the news, and since he knew it, it was all right.

I said to him, "Your generals are already the men of the Ghosts. Why do you trouble this child? Wouldn't it be great if a single one of them defected to the Ghost Prison, and everyone was overjoyed? "

The dead man smirked. His laughter did not sound happy at all, only mocking, "Surrender to the Ghost Prison? He still needed the qualifications. The former general had a high position and power. When he was still alive, he could have lived for tens of thousands of lives with a single sentence and killed tens of thousands of people. When he became a ghost, he would also be the number one fiend. The Ghost Convicts naturally liked this type of helper. What about the rest of us? "Although he has killed many people, he is still just a small soldier in the end."

"What's more, we have a deep grudge against the Ghost Prison, so we killed his wife and children. Why would he accept us as his accomplices? "

The dead man was silent for a moment, then he said to me, "Actually, it's pretty easy for the Ghost Prison to kill us. He came here many times, but he never killed us. Do you know why? "

I shook my head.

The dead man said, "He deliberately kept us so that he could torture us all the time. He's taking it out on us. "

I was stunned for a moment before I understood what he meant. I sighed and said to the dead man, "I only have twelve hours of my life left. I must take this child's corpse away. Can you let me go?"

I thought I would have to go through some twists and turns like this. Who knew that the dead man would happily agree to it? "Sure, but I have a condition."

I frowned. "What terms?"

The dead man said, "I have never read a book and cannot read, but I have heard a saying that there must be an echo of what is called unforgettable. "As long as you are sincere, you can do whatever you want."

I replied, "Yes, there is."

The dead man said, "I don't really understand the specific meaning of those words, but I do know what is going on. I hope that after you go out, you can read our names once every day, burn some paper money and burn three sticks of incense for us. "

I said in wonder, "If you stay in this damned place, will you receive the money?"

The dead man said, "I can't get it. I thought I couldn't get it, so I let you burn it. The longer you burn, the more paper money you get. In the end, it might attract the attention of the netherworld, and we might be able to be saved. "

I thought: an incense stick, burning paper money, just a small move. So I agreed.

Who knew that the dead man would be this cautious? He said to me, "I need to leave a proof. Leave a drop of blood for me. If you don't give me the paper money. It's fine if I can't get out, but if I can get out, I definitely won't let you go. "

When I heard this, I became a little worried. To be honest, I'm not afraid of people harming me. I'm just afraid that they'll let me hold back. But under the roof, I had to lower my head. I gritted my teeth and agreed.

I cut my finger with the dagger and squeezed out another drop of blood on the paper money, wrapped it up, and shoved it into the dead man's arms.

The dead man whispered again, "Come closer, I'll show you how to get the body out."

"Oh," I said hesitantly, then moved closer to him. I was worried that he was up to something, so I quietly took out my dagger and placed it between us. If he wanted to harm me, I wouldn't let him get away with it.

Fortunately, the corpse didn't do anything to me. Instead, he whispered into my ear, "I'm the leader of this team. Logically speaking, my words should have been correct, but there are a few thorns in my words that don't really listen to me."

I nodded. "You don't want me to clean up your family, do you?"

The dead man said, "Not really. We've been living together for years, and we won't hurt each other. I mean, I agree that you should take the body out, but they may not agree. In a while, you will still be stopped when you head outside. "

I panicked when I heard this. "I've already given you my blood, but can't I get the body out? "Give me back the blood."

I reached for the drop of blood. The dead man quickly said, "Hush, hush, don't shout."

He whispered to me, "I have a shoe here. Put it on quietly."

I looked down and saw that most of his clothes were rotten, but there was a shoe on his right foot.

I took off my shoes and put them on. "Is that all?" I whispered.

The dead man replied, "This shoe belongs to the Ghost-Prisoner. Once you wear it, these ghosts will think you're a Ghost-Prisoner, and won't dare to stop you."

I asked in astonishment, "How did you get Ghastly Prison's shoes?"

The dead man laughed and said proudly, "Last time the Ghost Prison came here, I wanted to take that child's corpse away. However, when he reached the door, he suddenly went berserk. I didn't even know I left a shoe here, so I hid it. "

I replied with an 'oh', then asked the dead person in confusion, "Why would a ghost prisoner go berserk?"

The dead man said, "I don't know."

I whispered, "Is there someone else with great ability hidden here?"

The dead man said, "That's impossible. If there really is such a person, why would we, a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, need to guard the corpses? Furthermore, to what extent would a person be stronger than a ghost prisoner? Would such a person be willing to stay in this damned place and become a prison guard? "

I nodded in deep agreement.

"I have a piece of cloth with our names written on it," said the dead man.

I reached into his arms and fished around. I took out an oiled paper bag. The cloth inside was still intact. There were about twenty names.

I asked the dead man, "Are all the soldiers in the underground area of Yama Temple?"

The dead man said, "They were all people who fought in the war back then. These people were caught by the Ghost Prisoner's accomplice. You're probably asking me how to get out of here? I don't know. "

I sighed and said goodbye. And the dead man undid my chain.

I carried the child's body on my back, took my shoes in my hands, and then, bare-footed, wore the Ghost's shoes on my other foot. I limped toward the door.

This time, I finally noticed the difference in this room.

There were only four walls here. If one looked at them carefully, one would feel that from top to bottom, they were all eyes, full of hostility.

These eyes were most likely those soldiers.

Although they were full of hostility, none of them dared to charge up. Even when I looked back, they would look away in panic.

It seems like the dead man was right. I'm wearing the shoes of the Ghost Hell Prisoner. These soldiers think that I'm a Ghost Hell Prisoner and do not dare to provoke me again.

I walked step by step to the door. Nothing happened. I heaved a sigh of relief. From the looks of it, going berserk would only happen to the ghost prisoners.

However, just as I was about to cross the threshold with one foot, the corpse on my back suddenly moved. Then the child's raving voice: "Who are you?"

I panicked and cold sweat ran down my back. Why did the corpse say that?

I didn't want to answer, but I felt the Inside the house's gaze on me again. From the looks of it, this shoe only made them feel some fear. They didn't completely believe that I was a ghost prisoner.

I replied, "I'm your father."

After I finished speaking, I secretly cursed in my heart. Why does this sound a little weird?

The child actually stretched out his hand and touched my face, faintly saying, "My face seems to be different."

I thought: It doesn't matter if you're the same as me.

I reached for the wooden door, but when I touched it, I stopped. Because I saw a woman.

The woman was painted behind the wooden door with blood. No, not painted. A long time ago, there was a woman who was cut up and bleeding all over her body. She fell on the door before she died, so there was a bloodstain on it.

It was a terrible mark, but not enough to scare me off. I stopped because the blood was flowing. She seemed to have come alive.

I heard a woman's cold voice say, "Here you go again."

My heart was pounding. "Are you talking to me?"

Two seconds later, the child called out softly from my back, "Mom."

My heart sank. "This is bad. I think I understand a little why a ghost prisoner would go berserk. "