After the ancestors fell

Chapter 225
Where the nether world intersects with another unknown interface, Boundless and Boundless seems to be nothingness and desolation.

Ordinary people can't stay here, even for monks with low cultivation, it is very difficult to come here, and they can't use [-]% of their abilities.

In the nothingness, a group of flames burned inexplicably, automatically without wind.In the flames, a woman in a black dress was staring into the distance.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen you for 300 years. I didn't expect that you have turned into a turtle now, and you dare not even show your face. It's really disappointing!"

The woman in the black dress had a murderous look all over her body, and her voice was extremely cold.

Although there were scorching flames burning all around, the person hiding couldn't help shivering.

The ghost mother Youji hid under the black umbrella, regretting that she had been too careless during this period of time, and it was really bad luck to meet this evil star.

It's a pity that she just tricked Mu Qingfeng, and she was trapped in this desperate place without having time to do anything.

You can't walk, you can't escape, you can't escape.

There is no way to advance or retreat, the more the ghost mother You Ji thinks about it, the more angry she becomes. If she hadn't been rational, she would have gone out to fight the man outside and turned the world upside down.

Thinking of the uselessness she had suffered during this period, she closed her eyes bitterly, and she simply wanted to see nothing.

The woman in the black skirt seemed to know that You Ji, the ghost mother, was hiding nearby, so she spread the flames unhurriedly, covering the whole world in a short time.

The ghost mother, You Ji, held on to the black umbrella and struggled to hold on.

However, the woman in the black dress is still able to do a job with ease, like a cat playing with a mouse, slowly forcing the other party to show up.

Obviously her strength is far stronger than that of Ghost Mother You Ji.

"Hmph, only fools go out!" The ghost mother You Ji secretly hated, "Going out is also a gift, if... if..."

She refused to say any more.

Anyway, she made up her mind to fight to the end.

two flowers bloom~

At this time in the Netherworld, Mu Qingfeng was walking on the mountain road wearing a half-new cassock, and behind him a skinny donkey that looked like it might die at any moment followed closely behind, without a rope.

They have been walking like this for ten days, during which time they also encountered a few ghost messengers with cultivation bases in the upper world.

They wander around looking for unclaimed wandering spirits.Not long ago, Mu Qingfeng met a few ghost messengers who slaughtered a whole village of mortals in order to complete the mission.

Then forcefully drive the souls of those villagers to other places, make them wander, and finally take them away as wandering souls.

In fact, ghost mansions everywhere have expressly prohibited the ghost messengers under their rule from doing such things.

The mortals in the Netherworld are different from other interfaces. After death, people here can use some simple methods to continue to stay in the world for a certain period of time when they enter the cycle of reincarnation.

It's just that there are many taboos to avoid during the period of stay. Among them, if you lose your shelter, you may become a wandering spirit after a long time.

Unowned wandering souls can be captured at will, or used to refine elixir, or used by ghost cultivators to cultivate and turn them into a ray of soul power.

In order to ensure that there are enough mortals under the rule, ghost mansions all over the world have strictly prohibited ghost messengers from killing mortals, and even strictly restricted them from capturing the souls of mortals as wandering spirits.

After all, although mortals are small in strength, it is precisely because they are small enough that they put in effort to work. There are more mortals and more work to do, and the ghost mansion receives more offerings.

Therefore, ordinary mortals in this world are protected by the ghost houses they support.

It's a pity that there is a stop at the top, and there is a line at the bottom.

This more ancient and unchanging truth is no exception in the Netherworld.

Every year, a large number of mortals die openly and secretly, and their grievances have nowhere to tell, and finally form a large wave of resentment that lingers in the world.

(End of this chapter)