Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1061 Fengdu City

The underworld has always been eerie. There is no difference between day and night. The sky is always very dark, and the strong ghost energy condenses into clouds. Corrupted by ghost energy into a mindless zombie.

Liu Qinghuan passed through the city gate, ready to go to Huangquan Restaurant on West Street, to meet Fan Guichai's invitation.When passing through an alley that backs the street, he suddenly felt that his feet were soft, but he accidentally stepped on the dead soul lying in the corner.

The dead soul uttered a vague raving, but like a corpse in the wilderness, it didn't bother to move even if its head was stepped on.

Liu Qinghuan ignored him, and turned the corner of the street leisurely, and what came into view was a strange scene that could only be seen in the city of Fengdu, the underworld.

Describe the terrifying ghosts and ghosts passing through the streets, the ghost messengers who are not on duty sit lazily and chat in restaurants and tea shops, and on the side of the road, there are benevolent and benevolent souls who only waited for the season to reincarnate wandering around.

If it weren't for these abnormalities, Fengdu City would not be much different from any capital city in the world.

There are many houses, the streets are vertical and horizontal, and there are many shops on both sides of the street, but the things sold are much more strange, which shows the fact that this place is a ghost town.

Sacrificial offerings such as joss sticks and paper money are still common, as well as magical implements such as swords, hooks and forks, which are useful for ghost errands after all.But dead souls don't need to eat, and there are quite a few tea shops and wine shops in the city.

In addition, there are soul-returning pills, sun-returning grasses, talismans with the words "one-day tour in the world", dream pills that can be used to contact living relatives, etc., which are simply eye-opening.

It has been several months since he came to the underworld, and Liu Qinghuan has visited Fengdu City several times, and he is used to the surrounding scenery, so he walked forward without squinting, not paying attention to the peeping eyes that followed.

I haven't seen a living person who can breathe in this dead city for many years. No matter where he goes, he is like a bright light in the dark night, and it is difficult not to attract attention.It's just that those ghosts and dead souls didn't dare to provoke him easily after seeing his ghost signboard.

Huangquan Winery is a small building that seems to collapse at any moment. Liu Qinghuan walked through the storefront on the first floor to the second floor, and saw a few ghosts by the window at a glance.

"Brother Liu, here." Fan Guichai raised his hand: "You are late, you will be fined three cups first!"

Liu Qinghuan scanned a few people, except for the familiar Fan Guicha, the others were Guichai whom he had met in the past few months and worked in various departments of the underworld.

He smiled casually, took the wine glass and drank it, the wine was as bright red as blood and cold in the mouth, but it had a spicy and explosive taste different from the world.

"Tsk! Could it be that this punishment hit Brother Liu's heart."

The person sitting next to Fan Guicha works as an errand in the Samsara Pond, and now he is staring at the wine glass in his hand with distress: "It takes [-] merit points to exchange for a bottle of wine, which means that you will be punished for a glass." That's it."

"That can't be done." Liu Qinghuan poured another glass and said with a smile: "I only get two points of merit a day when I work at Niejingtai, and it's only sixty points in January. Although I can hold on to suppressing a rebellious evil spirit, I don't know. Zhong is still very shy, now I can take the opportunity to grab everyone a drink, I have to let go of the drink, hahaha!"

Speaking of which, no matter what you buy in this underworld, you have to exchange it with merit points, and Lingshi is useless here, which makes Liu Qinghuan, who is originally a wealthy family, helpless.

A white noodle steamed bun that can only be seen but not eaten still needs two points of merit, and a bottle of Liquor needs thirty points of merit. Liu Qinghuan was originally interested in Fan Guicha's relics from the fairy world, but after knowing the prices here, he felt cheated. As for the salary of Nie Jingtai's document, I don't know when and what month I will have enough merit points to buy fairy things.

The errands in the underworld are boring but heavy, and they face countless ghosts every day, so it is rare to get together to drink a little wine.

Among them was a ghost messenger who was in charge of torture in the Infernal Hell, and he came over to chat with him: "Brother Liu, since you came, we have saved a lot of trouble. I heard that the dead soul in my hand was the one who died when I was alive." Emperor's?"

Liu Qinghuan recalled: "There is such a person, that person has a perverted temperament. He killed countless people during the process of seizing the throne, and after he ascended to the throne, he was cruel and fatuous, making the people's livelihood difficult. When he arrived at the Niejingtai, relying on the lingering spirit of a true dragon, he still It caused me a little trouble."

The ghost guard said with a smile: "No matter how vicious he is, he won't be able to make any waves in Brother Liu's hands."

"That's not necessarily true." Liu Qinghuan said: "I recently discovered that these fierce souls should not be underestimated. Most of them have some origins. If you underestimate them, you may capsize in the gutter."

"Hahaha, I don't believe this. Brother Liu, aren't you a great cultivator in the world? What are the mortal souls afraid of? How can we be like us? Although they are sent by ghosts, they are imprisoned in the underworld for a long time like the dead souls under them, and they are not allowed to be free. .”

These words hinted at a bit of jealousy, Liu Qinghuan said lightly: "Brother Fang, why should you underestimate yourself, you can also cultivate like me, and with your qualifications in the underworld, you can go straight to the fairy world at that time. It is cheaper to repair it for people who have been tribulated."

The ghost officer curled his lips when he heard the words: "It's difficult, if ghost immortals are so easy to cultivate, Granny Meng would have already run away. Maybe they will be sent to Abi Prison in the future. It's really close to death."

Liu Qinghuan's expression moved slightly: "The Abi Prison you mentioned is..."

The wine of the day and night was full of alcohol, and all the ghosts ate and drank, and they were all drunk in the end.

Liu Qinghuan was also a little drunk, and after ordering the staff to send them back to their respective residences, she left the wine shop, staggered and walked towards her own residence.

The underworld allocated a small courtyard for him, and there were only three or five rooms in the courtyard, except for a bottomless black water well under the wall and an empty coffin placed in the left, there were only two uneven tables and A few wooden stools that creak when you sit on them.

Although Liu Qinghuan had never paid much attention to basic necessities of life, but when she first moved in, she felt that the yard was too simple.It's just that the map of the Songxi Cave can't be opened until today, so he had to arrange it himself and take out a set of furniture stored in the ring, so that it can barely accommodate people.

After the wind blew in the courtyard for a while, the slight drunkenness in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he stepped into the right room.

A complex refining formation was engraved on the ground on the right. Liu Qinghuan flicked the sword-shaped pattern on the inside of his arm and sighed: "Since I can't practice now, I can only practice you."

With a light swipe, a slender bloody gash appeared on his arm, and the little sword rushed out. He wanted to flee immediately, but when he heard the sound of the magic circle, a thick wall of light rose up and locked it. in it.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes brightened slightly, the sword spirit of this sword was extremely rebellious, and the old man in the fusion stage tried to refine it but failed, but Liu Qinghuan was not in a hurry anyway, anyway, he had a lot of free time, even if it was grinding, he still had to refine it. branded his own divine seal.

(End of this chapter)