I believe that as long as there are living creatures, there will be souls, and where there are souls, there will be ghosts.

Ghost messengers do not belong to any religion. I can be sure that not all evil people will be sent to hell and punished after death, and some will be punished outside hell.

For example, the remnants of the Soul in the Fallen Fox Valley and the wandering soul in the Death Valley.

The souls of tens of thousands of warriors were also gathered in this Broken Dragon Canyon, which was said by the tower owner of the Skeleton Pyramid.

I can only call it by this name now. It says it was once a Zamp, that is, the Tibetan emperor, but I can't guess which one it was without details.

It is very dangerous to wander alone in the Duanlong Canyon, and the soul is even more dangerous. I had already swam here last night and I was no longer afraid.

My pocket also contains the conch given to me by my grandfather, so I can hide in it when my soul encounters danger.

When my soul walked along the stream and passed the white dam, a large group of black swans began to appear in my vision. This was indeed a black swan. It was different from a black bat, and the two had different hairs.

When my soul passed by the waterfall and continued down, I finally swam to the cylindrical dam. When I saw the skeleton pyramid above, I bent over to worship.

"You are here, have you decided to stay or leave?" the other party spoke, his voice coming from the mouth of the top skeleton.

I answered frankly: "We are just a treasure land and have a heavy responsibility on our shoulders, so please forgive us for not staying to serve our seniors!"

The other party said, "But do you know? All those passing by, except for the leader who can carry guards, can only pass by one Tibetan mastiff and one person alive, and the rest will be tested. If the winner can become the soul of the warrior on the rock, the loser will become fish and shrimp in the stream."

I immediately worried about my companions, and then asked: "I wonder what the seniors are going to gather so many warriors' souls to do. Are you still going to kill them and take back the throne?"

After hearing this, the other party smiled bitterly and said, "How is it possible? We are already in the state of souls. No matter how powerful we are, we cannot return to the world after leaving our bodies. I am going to lead the warriors to fight with the demons inside when the gate of hell is opened, and we must completely cleanse the demons in hell without leaving any one!"

I couldn't help but tighten my heart and chanted: "I am merciful, how do you call me a senior?"

The other party replied: "Can you call me the God-General Na Yong? Are you also a Buddhist disciple?"

I shook my head and explained, "I have been rescued by two masters from Taoism and Buddha. God General, your soul has been entrenched here. Have you ever seen a religious leader passing by here?"

"I have seen it, because he is the religious leader, that I have to keep my promise and let them go. Only one person and one dog can pass through the two teams responsible for pursuing him."

After hearing this, I was overjoyed and continued to ask: "Will you know how these two people went crazy that day?"

The other party seemed to be alert to me, so he said he was not clear, and they were already crazy when they returned here.

I was also trying to ask some questions, but the other party reminded me: "Go back quickly, otherwise your companions will go crazy!"

I did not question it, and hurriedly thanked it, and quickly turned it back.

When my soul was going upstream, I saw lights appearing on the rocks on both sides. This scene was particularly spectacular. I had never been to Chongqing, but a friend from Chongqing introduced me to the night view there.

When my soul returned to the first place to the dam, I saw Zhuomaji and Ripu picking a large number of mushrooms and cooking them in an enamel jar.

The solid alcohol we carry is gone with the pony. Now the material for the fire is the shrubs by the stream, which have yellow leaves and yellow flowers.

The brighter the color the mushrooms are, the more toxic they are. After my soul and body merge, I opened my eyes and said to Zhuomaji: "These mushrooms are poisonous and must not be eaten!"

Zhuomaji replied: "Of course I know that these mushrooms are poisonous, but I cook mushroom soup not to relieve everyone's hunger, but to deal with the demons here!"

"Really?" I was a little confused.

If this pot of poisonous mushroom soup is drunk by a companion, it will inevitably lead to hallucinations and go crazy.

I closed my eyes again, and a poem continued to flow out of my mind.

Question: "Where did you come from?

Where are you going?"

This unrestricted world,

Is there a way for all living beings to return?

This poem keeps echoing in my mind. I seem to have been remembered in my heart, but now I can only remember the fragments.

As long as we stay up to dawn, we will be safer.

After two hours of night, Zhuomaji and Ripu woke me and Namudacuo.

The mushroom soup in the enamel tank was cooked and exuded an attractive aroma. My stomach started to growl. Na Mudacuo saw that the fire under the enamel tank had been extinguished, so he tried the temperature of the enamel tank to wish him a happy New Year, and then took out his enamel tank to pour a cup to satisfy his hunger.

I saw his actions in a blink of an eye and hurriedly stopped him and said, "Stop! This pot of mushroom soup is highly toxic and must not be drunk!" The other party stared at me with questioning eyes.

It seems that they still don’t believe me. Can’t these old soldiers even tell the poisonous mushrooms?

In order to prevent future troubles, I immediately took off the mushroom soup and poured it on the side of the stream.

Namudacuo had to take out the tsampa from his pocket and chew it to satisfy his hunger. I closed my eyes and continued to rest, and saw the black fish in the stream jumping ashore to grab these poisonous mushrooms.

A group of black bats swooped down from the sky and began to prey on these black fish. The bats that had eaten black fish bumped like headless flies, some hitting directly on the rock wall; some plunged into the stream, and some struggled violently in the air. It seemed that this pot of mushroom soup was indeed highly toxic.

A bat hit the rock and fell on me again.

I shook off the dying bat in great disgust and saw a white bug drilling out of the bat's belly. The wriggling bug was very disgusting.

This kind of bug also emerged from other dead bats. It seems that this white bug is parasitic in mushrooms, or may be parasitic in black fish.

I opened my eyes, but could not see anything, so I borrowed his iron rod from Mudacuo, then closed my eyes, held the iron rod and pounded the white insect into a meat paste.

In fact, parasites exist in all living organisms, but some can cause harm to the human body, while others will not move in the human body.

The best way to prevent parasites is to be hygienic. Do not eat raw foods, and the food you eat must be cooked thoroughly.

Zhuomaji and Ripu only slept for an hour and then got up to prepare breakfast for us. They also asked me specifically why the mushroom soup was gone?

I admitted: "I have poured the mushroom soup. Fortunately, we didn't drink it, otherwise we wouldn't want to complete the task!"

Zhuomaji said regretfully: "The mushrooms we both took the boss's efforts to collect! I still have to look for food."

I asked both of them: "Are you so relieved about the ingredients here? Are you not afraid of poison or other things inside?"

Ripu casually said: "What's the problem with the ingredients here? There's not even a person here!"

I said to myself: "Maybe it is the ingredients here that the uninhabited here! Everyone who passes here will go crazy. Could it be that it is because of eating the poisonous mushrooms here?"

Why wouldn't it matter if the monarch or emperor passes here, but ordinary people go crazy when passing here. Apart from terrifying things, they may be terrifying food.

Riura and Zhuomaji took fish and shrimps from the stream to cook, and I told them: "Cook for a while longer and kill the parasites in the fish and shrimps!"
Chapter completed!