Ji Ruochen had no idea what was going on behind him. He just looked at Fengdu, took big steps, and walked like flying.

As he moved forward, he silently checked his various Taoist magics. When he broke out of the dead soul team, Ji Ruochen had already discovered that the power of his magic was much weaker than in the human world, but just watching the battle between Yun Wuhua and the dead soul, it was obvious that

Her Taoist cultivation has been weakened even more. Does it mean that the higher the Taoism of a cultivator in the underworld, the weaker it becomes?

Taoist cultivation is the basis for preserving the soul in this strange world and finding the way out. Ji Ruochen took turns using various mental methods while running, so as to become familiar with the method of using power in the underworld as soon as possible. After a while, he discovered that

In this ghost house of the underworld, the Three Pure Laws taught by the Taoist Sect can only exert one or two percent of its power. However, the stick skills taught by the shopkeeper and his wife are like a fish in water, and the more they are used, the more perfect they become.

Ji Ruochen tried his best and ran faster and faster. The surrounding scenery quickly retreated behind him. His running speed was no slower than when he was in the mortal world.

According to the Records of Mountains and Seas, Yin and Yang Chapter, Fengdu is five hundred miles long from east to west, eight hundred miles from north to south, and the city is thirteen miles high. It is the capital of the underworld. All the prisons in the underworld are located in Fengdu City, and there are ten halls of Yama.

, governs good and bad luck in the underworld, and controls the sins of dead souls.

When Ji Ruochen went to Fengdu, he certainly didn't want to be accepted by the ghost house like ordinary people, so that he could be jailed and suffer, or re-enter the six realms of reincarnation. (Shan Hai Zhi, Yin and Yang Chapter) There is another special description in the Ten Halls of Yama, which says

The wheel-turning king of the tenth hall of the Tao, whose surname is Xue, is responsible for distinguishing good and evil ghosts from each hall, determining their grades, and reborn in various major continents in the world.

What Ji Ruochen is looking for is this Wheel-turning King.

As the saying goes, the gap between yin and yang is like the sea. He still doesn't know how he got here, and he doesn't know why he is so different from other dead souls. He knows almost nothing about the distribution of the underworld, and naturally he has no idea.

How to return to the human world. According to records, the tenth palace is in charge of reincarnation, so the passage to return to the human world may be there. All Ji Ruochen can think of at this time is to find the wheel-turning king who is in charge of the tenth palace.

Ji Ruochen was walking very fast, and in the blink of an eye, the mountains in the distance almost filled his field of vision. The scenery around him had changed many times, including low hills covered with thorny vines, bushes where babies cried and women screamed, and even large areas

The enchanting and gorgeous Mandala Sea. How could he be in the mood to appreciate these wonders that were only recorded in ancient books? All he could think about was reaching the giant city ahead as soon as possible.

Suddenly, Ji Ruochen's heart trembled and he couldn't help but slow down. Following his footsteps, a wooden bridge slowly appeared in the thick fog in front of him.

There is no water or ditch here, just a piece of black soil. This wooden bridge was built on such a flat land, which looks extremely abrupt. Moreover, the wooden bridge is covered with spider webs, the wooden pillars are cracked, and the bridge body is swaying in the wind.

How many years have you been here?

The terrain here is flat and open, so there should be roads everywhere. But for some reason Ji Ruochen had a strong feeling that the bridge was the only way. He had no choice but to walk slowly to the bridge and look at the wooden bridge carefully.

.A piece of white wood was scraped off a square pillar at the head of the wooden bridge, and three ancient seal characters were carved on it. Due to years of disrepair, the three seal characters had been eroded by wind and rain and peeled off into pieces. Ji Ruochen stroked away the floating marks on the seal characters.

After carefully examining the dust and cobwebs, I could vaguely recognize three characters.

Naihe Bridge.

At this time, a strong smell of meat came from the bridge, which was extremely inconsistent with the cold and lifeless underworld. Ji Ruochen stepped onto the bridge, and the entire wooden bridge shook with his movements. The bridge plates, lock bars and even tenons were all shaken. It was beating, creaking and making random noises, and it seemed like it might fall apart at any moment.

As soon as he stepped onto the bridge, the originally thin mist suddenly surged in from all directions, and it was so vast that not only could he not see where the bridge led, but even where he came from was hidden. Ji Ruochen only looked back to calm his mind. Move forward without hesitation.

The thick fog blocked the sight in all directions, and even the bridge railings on both sides that should be close at hand were not visible at all. Ji Ruochen lowered his head and could only see clearly the wooden board where his feet were standing, indicating that he was still on the bridge. Meaty Silk Threads came continuously, as if an invisible hook was pulling Ji Ruochen along.

I don’t know how long I walked, but an old woman who was getting older appeared in the fog. She was using a wooden stick to stir the charcoal fire. There was a large earthenware vat on the fire. I don’t know what was being cooked. The aroma of meat was emitted from the vat. from.

The old woman suddenly raised her head and grinned at Ji Ruochen!

Her face was covered with ridges and ridges, and she had a huge aquiline nose. Her hair was withered and shaped like a tangle of grass. She had no teeth in her mouth. When she smiled like this, only two pink gums appeared at the top and bottom.

She was extremely old, but her pair of bottomless green eyes seemed to be able to enchant the soul.

The old woman cackled a few times like a crow, stood up, took out a broken bowl from somewhere, took out a bowl of dark broth from the urn, and handed it to Ji Ruochen.

Under the gaze of those green eyes, Ji Ruochen was in a trance. He felt that the aroma of meat in the bowl was extremely tempting. As soon as he smelled the aroma, he felt as if he had been hungry for thousands of years, so he reached out and took it. That bowl.

The old woman laughed again and said: "Drink, drink, you will forget all those troublesome things..."

In Ji Ruochen's ears, the voice was particularly kind and caring, and the soup bowl in his hand also radiated warmth, pressing against his palm in the cold and damp mist. Ji Ruochen couldn't help but raise the soup bowl and murmured: " Won’t you get annoyed after drinking it?”

The old woman smiled so brightly that her face bloomed like ironwood, and urged: "You're so smart, drink it quickly, the soup won't taste good when it's cold."

Ji Ruochen nodded in agreement, slowly raised the bowl to his lips, and was about to drink it. However, there seemed to be a voice in his heart shouting something repeatedly, but at the moment he was in a trance, unconscious, and when the shout reached his mind, only The next buzzer sounded, and almost nothing could be heard except the old woman's voice.

You won't be bothered after drinking it.

But what exactly is worrying him? Ji Ruochen thought hard and stopped drinking. Is it the wandering around when he was a child, the five years of hard work in the inn, or the Taoist sect that has endured for many years? Looking back at this moment, none of these seem to be worries. Resentment and bitterness, then what is it that you want to forget, and why do you drink this bowl of soup?

When the old woman saw him stop the bowl, she looked fierce, her eyes were filled with green light, and she suddenly screamed: "Drink it!"

Ji Ruochen's whole body was shaken, he raised his hands on his own, and poured the bowl of soup into his mouth! A few drops of the hot soup touched the tip of his tongue, but it didn't have the meaty aroma he originally expected, and it was just bitter. The cry in his heart became more and more intense. The words were getting sharper and sharper, and suddenly the faces of Gu Qing and Qing Yi flashed through my heart like lightning.

With a clanging sound, Ji Ruochen's upper and lower teeth closed together forcefully, biting off a large piece of the soup bowl and chewing it to pieces. Although his mouth was full of broken porcelain, most of the bowl of hot soup was blocked from his mouth. Ji Ruochen's hands trembled endlessly.

, forcefully pulled the soup bowl away from his mouth one by one.

The old woman's shrill voice like a crow got louder: "Drink it quickly!"

"No……"

"Drink it!" The old woman's messy hair stood on end, her eyes were as if they were protruding, and she was dressed in a tattered black robe without any wind. Her big mouth was opened to the extreme, and the only remaining black tooth could be vaguely seen inside.

Every time the old woman screamed, Ji Ruochen's heart felt as if he was hit by a huge tree. His limbs could not control themselves, and he could not help but follow her instructions like a puppet on strings. But at this time, he knew that he could never drink this bowl of soup.

Use all your willpower to resist.

"No!"

Ji Ruochen roared wildly, as if breaking through an invisible shackle. He appeared behind the old woman with only one side step, then grabbed the back of her neck, tightened his right hand, and the old woman immediately screamed like a crow that had its feathers plucked.

With a sound, he opened his mouth involuntarily.

Ji Ruochen raised his left hand and poured all the remaining broth in the broken bowl into her mouth!

The hot soup went straight into the throat and was swallowed instantly. The old woman's face turned pale and she started howling.

Ji Ruochen tightened his right hand, crushing her neck bones, and then threw her over the bridge railing with a wave of his hand. At this time, the thick fog in front had dissipated very thin, and the end of the bridge was only ten steps away. But there was another bridge.

A vague road appeared at one end, leading all the way to Fengdu.

Ji Ruochen kicked up and smashed the big soup vat, strode across the Naihe Bridge, and headed towards Fengdu again.

The closer he got to Fengdu, the more Ji Ruochen was in awe of this incredible giant city. Looking from a distance, the top of the huge dark black wall disappeared into the black clouds in the sky, and it was impossible to see where the end was. Then he looked to the left and right.

Looking around, the walls of Fengdu are also endless, as if the entire underworld is cut off by this huge wall.

At this time, looking from a distance, one could see a city gate at regular intervals below the Fengdu city wall. In front of each city gate, many dead souls lined up, waiting to take turns to enter the city. Ji Ruochen looked around and saw that besides these gates,

No other entrance to Feng can be found.

Ji Ruochen chose to run towards the city gate closest to him. Just a few miles away, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from his ears. When Ji Ruochen heard it, he knew it was the sound of an arrow piercing the air. He moved with his thoughts and suddenly

Fixed in place.

An iron arrow came through the air, passed ten feet in front of him, and stuck diagonally on the ground. The iron arrow had no feathers, and only the word "equality" was engraved on the arrow shaft. When he saw this iron arrow, Ji Ruochen's will changed again.

There was a turbulence, and he had the urge to kneel down and worship. Ji Ruochen had already experienced crossing the Naihe Bridge, and knew that most of the archers were people with responsibilities in the underworld, and they naturally had the authority to command souls like him. Now that he was ready at this time

, my heart felt like a dry well in an instant, and would not waver again.

Amidst the clanging sound, sixteen or so cavalry appeared one after another. Their horses had four hooves with fire, which was quite similar to the ghost cavalry Ji Ruochen had seen in Luoyang City that day. The cavalry separated into the encirclement, and in the blink of an eye Ji Ruochen was caught in the middle.

After the iron cavalry, hundreds of warriors with bull-headed bodies stepped out, holding giant axes, and thundered on the ground. Behind the bull-heads, there were four giant ghosts with a height of six feet and black skin. The four giant ghosts held out their chests.

His belly was only covered with a piece of rag, and his upper body was covered with thick iron chains. He was holding a ghost-headed sword that was three feet long and one foot thick. The bull head and the giant ghost lined up in front of Ji Ruochen, and a car drove out in the middle.

The dark black giant cart is not pulled by ghostly horses and yin oxen, but by two black dragons that are about three feet long and fly up and down!

Seeing that Ji Ruochen was still standing upright and not kneeling, the bull head and the giant ghost couldn't help being surprised and talking to each other.

Two handsome boys with white faces, no eyebrows and no eyebrows walked out from beside the giant car. One of them shouted: "Bold wandering soul! If you don't kneel down when you see King Pingping patrolling the city, how long will it take?"

The other one had a pair of surprisingly big blue eyes. He looked at Ji Ruochen and screamed, "So much blood, so much debt! Just wait until the prince sends you to the iron-net hell, where your limbs will be pierced, and your heart and liver will be scalded."

, let’s see if you still dare to be arrogant!”

At this time, a deep voice sounded in the car, saying: "Don't scare him first, let's find out the whole story!" As soon as this voice came out, the two boys immediately stopped talking.

The voice said again: "Wandering soul, who is your name? When was your birth date? Why are you wandering around the underworld in the form of a living soul without being controlled by the supervisor? I will report you one by one. I am visiting the city to observe the situation. You

No matter what grievances you have, it’s okay to speak out.”

Ji Ruochen was shocked. Sitting in the car was actually King Pingping of the ninth palace among the ten kings of hell. Listening to King Pingping's words, he was now in the form of a living soul, which was very different from ordinary dead souls? Ji Ruochen didn't have time to think too much and saluted.

"My surname is Ji Ming Ruochen. I don't know why I suddenly fell into the underworld this time. I don't understand it at all. It's just because I have unfinished business and I am trying to return to the earth. As for the birth date, this... I really don't know."

Hearing Ji Ruochen's name, a black mist surged in a child's hand, and a book about a foot thick appeared. The child opened the book and began to rummage page by page. Ji Ruochen looked at the book,

Suddenly there was something in my heart, and I thought to myself: "Is this the book of life and death?"

At this time, iron hoofs rumbled in the distance, and an iron rider arrived on Pegasus. He rolled his saddle and fell off his horse in front of King Ping Ping's chariot, shouting: "Your Majesty, something bad has happened! That Meng Po soup was drunk on the Naihe Bridge.

After being knocked down under the bridge, I have forgotten my job identity. My consciousness is about to disappear and my position is empty! At this moment, many ghosts have brought their past lives across the Naihe Bridge! According to the ghost report of the Yin Division, it is a soul-born person.

for……"

With a bang, the bull-headed giant ghost started talking, and when he looked at Ji Ruochen, his eyes were less ferocious and more timid.

Before the cavalry finished speaking, he suddenly saw Ji Ruochen standing in front of the car. He couldn't help but be horrified. He drew out his sword and shouted: "Shenghun? This is the soul!"

King Ping Ping, who was driving in the car, snorted and just said: "No need to panic. Let's wait until the king finds out about this matter!"

As soon as King Pingping said this, the noisy soldiers in the Ghost Mansion gradually became quiet.

A moment later, the beardless and eyebrowless child raised the thick book high, ran to the side of the car, and whispered something. Ji Ruochen saw at a glance that there were three large seals written on the cover of the thick book: Book of Reincarnation. And

The strange thing is that although the child's voice was soft, Ji Ruochen heard it clearly. In the vast underworld around him, his spiritual sense seemed to have become more acute.

Just listen to the little boy say: "Your Majesty, we have found out that Ji Ruochen has neither merit nor wisdom in ninety-nine lives. He is just a mortal with no merits and demerits. He is definitely not an immortal or a reincarnation in the stars!"

"Seriously?" King Pingping asked.

"It's absolutely true! I remember everything in this book clearly!" The child tried hard to raise the book of reincarnation.

With a bang, the car window opened, and a big dark hand stretched out from it, holding a red pen, quickly added a few strokes to the bookkeeping, and then put it back. The two black dragons in the car exerted their strength together, and the car slowly floated up and turned around towards Fengdu.

Fly in the direction.

The boy collected the book of reincarnation and shouted: "How brave Ji Ruochen! You disobeyed the laws of the underworld and were good at crossing the weak water. You killed countless evildoers during your lifetime. You also boldly killed Po Meng. Your crime is unpardonable! King Ping Ping has ordered you to be imprisoned immediately."
Chapter completed!