Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 985 Extradition

There is a legend among mortals that a person who dies unexpectedly will remain the same as when he died after turning into a ghost.

For example, if someone stabbed to death, there would be a big hole in the stomach.

For example, if he is split in two, he will be like the man standing in front of him now, and he can only tie himself together with a rope in a funny way.

But, that's mortal!
Liu Qinghuan has never seen a cultivator look like this after death, and a cultivator is also different from ordinary people. A cultivator will not really die if his body is destroyed, and his stable spirit can exist alone in the world for a long time. The physical body can even continue to live by seizing the house.

So there are so many monk soul bodies gathered in this city, and they exist in an extremely embarrassing appearance as if they died unexpectedly, which surprised Liu Qinghuan a lot.

"Bah!"

The tall dead soul who was left on the sidelines shouted, and forced two extremely dangerous shaking heads to his eyes: "Don't pretend you can't see me, I know you have!"

Liu Qinghuan leaned back and opened the distance between each other: "What do you mean, why should I pretend that I can't see you?"

"Hey hey!" The tall dead soul suddenly let out a sharp laugh, turned his head and shouted: "You all come over here, we have a stranger here again, everyone, don't be polite, greet him well!"

He sneered at Liu Qinghuan a few more times: "Hmph, let me tell you, in the future, I will see the place clearly before entering, and don't enter the place that shouldn't be entered!"

Following his words, Liu Qinghuan noticed that the surrounding atmosphere had suddenly changed. Those lazy, dead souls wandering the streets like walking corpses suddenly stopped at this moment and all looked towards this side!

Liu Qinghuan's complexion changed, and the brilliant golden flame suddenly rose high!

For an orthodox Taoist cultivator like him, the Yangshen Xuhuo carried by the soul is the most restrained ghosts and ghosts, not to mention that although these dead souls are numerous, they are like ashes that have burned to the end, as if they will be scattered when the wind blows .

At the same time, the Qianqiu reincarnation brush also fell into his hands, and the Taoist realm slowly unfolded...

However, the development of the matter was once again beyond his expectation. Those dead souls who had gradually revealed their ferocious appearance suddenly stopped, and their eyes all fell down, all of them focused on the Qianqiu reincarnation brush with a faint light.

Even, the tall dead soul who had been split in half jumped up, and the crack in the middle of the body burst out with bloody red light, but suddenly died down, and looked at his hand in a daze.

Strange expressions bloomed on each of the lifeless faces, which seemed to be happy and sad, crying and laughing, and the strange silence spread quickly like a wave.

what's the situation?
Liu Qinghuan couldn't help being stunned, raised her hand, and looked at her destiny weapon.

The dead soul on the opposite side opened his mouth wide, and the left and right half of his face showed shock, and murmured: "You are...you are..."

Liu Qinghuan didn't understand, so: "What am I?"

After the words fell, he paused thoughtfully: When did these two conversations seem to happen?Then he suddenly recalled that when he met Immortal Yi before, the last words he said before he disappeared seemed to be the same as what this dead soul said.

A trace of excitement suddenly rose in her heart, and Liu Qinghuan asked: "What am I, tell me quickly!"

"You are the extraditionist!" The other party yelled, a layer of red light appeared on his face like a flash of light, he waved his hands ecstatically, then slipped to the ground as if he lost his strength, and kept repeating in his mouth: "The extraditionist Here we come, the extradition man finally came..."

The other dead souls also stirred up, and one after another seemed to be pious believers fell to their knees, crying and screaming.

Liu Qinghuan was dumbfounded as he watched, the Yangshen emptiness on his body rose even higher, preventing those dead souls who wanted to pounce on him from approaching.

"W-what, extradition person? Uh... no!"

He suddenly recalled an experience he once had, held up the Qianqiu reincarnation pen, with a strange expression on his face: "Shouldn't you be a ferryman?"

"Have you ever been a ferryman?"

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded, and the emotional dead souls all over the street slowly stopped crying, and retreated to the two sides to make way, and a middle-aged man with cold features came slowly.

"Immortal Yi!"

Liu Qinghuan was very surprised. The person who came was Immortal Yi. What made him even more surprised was that this person now only had a soul body. Although he was not missing arms and legs like other dead souls, his eyes were blinded. There are deep cracks around the eye sockets.

The other party "looked" at him: "When I saw you that year, I knew you would come here one day."

Liu Qinghuan's expression froze: "What happened in the Abyss of Regret is not an illusion, but a real thing?!"

"Yes." The other party nodded slightly and made a gesture of invitation: "Fellow Daoist, if you are free, you might as well sit at the old man's place, and you can talk slowly."

Liu Qinghuan pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's fine."

He had a premonition in his heart that Immortal Yi might find the answers to many questions about Yin Yang Ruins.

Flying into the city with the other party, he couldn't wait to say: "I really went back in time and saw you? Also, what happened when you suddenly disappeared before you finished speaking?"

"No, you made a mistake. It wasn't me who disappeared at that time." Immortal Yi said, "It was you, oh, and the Mahayana demon who came with you."

Liu Qinghuan couldn't hide his shock and said: "It turned out to be real! I always thought it was a place of fantasy. In this Yinyang Market, it is really difficult to distinguish reality from reality, and time and space are extremely chaotic!"

After saying this, he realized that the restriction on the speech spirit did not "block" his mouth, and he asked in surprise, "The restriction on the speech spirit has been lifted?"

"There are no restrictions in the Forgotten City." Immortal Yi motioned to him slightly: "The front is the old man's residence, please, fellow Taoist."

"The Forgotten City..." Liu Qinghuan said thoughtfully, and looked down, distractedly. At this time, they had already passed through half of the city with complicated streets, and the terrain began to rise gradually, but suddenly broke in front of it.

"That is……"

Liu Qinghuan stared into the distance, only to see the rolling waves, the surging river, and the pervasive gray-blue mist blocking the direction of travel.

Immortal Yi replied in an ethereal tone: "That is a labyrinth, ten thousand zhang deep, thousands of miles away, separating life and death, blocking reincarnation, trapping us ghosts abandoned by heaven, and gradually forgotten by time. "

Liu Qinghuan stared at the long river in silence, and asked after a while: "Then, what does the so-called extradition mean, and why do those dead souls call me that?"

He turned his head to look at Immortal Yi, examined him and said, "When I was in Sihuiyuan, I seem to have heard a saying that you seem to have the title of Sky Executioner?"

Immortal Yi looked at him for a moment, then moved his eyes down to the Qianqiu reincarnation brush in his hand: "Extradition of people is a duty bestowed by heaven."

(End of this chapter)