Unlimited Cultivation Players

Chapter 140 New Wind in Hell
At 23:55, the six-member task force was waiting to enter the underworld.

Ning Zhi, the captain with the lowest level of cultivation, sat quietly, holding a palm-sized spiritual gun in his hand. After Thunderbird took it for repairs, he changed it to a magic weapon.

This time the quality is better, and it is in dual standby mode of Chonglingbao and Lingli, both of which can be used.

The other four high-level, experienced monsters sat beside them like old employees who were forced to work overtime, enjoying their own poverty and depression.

Jiu Yuanzi felt that this would not work, he had to cheer up the four beasts.

After all, you will have to work as soon as you enter, and this mental state is not conducive to work.

She wants to let the four fierce beasts know that the president also has times of downfall, so don't be fooled by the other party's money ability and lose the value of self-existence.

Therefore, Jiu Yuanzi said: "Mr. Ning, have you repaired the Thunderbird you owe me? I was useless in the last dojo, and almost had an accident..."

Before he could finish his sentence, President Ning took out his wallet, took out five intermediate talismans, and handed them over, "This is a late payment fee."

Jiu Yuanzi paused, and reached out to take the talisman. Why did he also get the spiritual object that he deserved from a man, and he felt uncomfortable from Mr. Ning?
The four fierce beasts didn't feel like the president was down at all, but became even more depressed.

It's amazing to have money.

Yes, if you have money, you shouldn't be afraid of your boss.

As soon as he thought this way, Gong Jiuqiong opened the door and came in.

The four fierce beasts quickly sat up straight.

Oh, forget it, don't think about such taboo things.

"You can prepare, take care all the way." Gong Jiuqiong said with a smile, mainly to Jiu Yuanzi and Ning Zhi.

The four fierce beasts don't need special care, and the domesticated ones don't need to invest unnecessary affection.

Jiu Yuanzi recalled the dead air first, and then retched: "Ugh."

"I'm sorry, I'll take my time." She said shyly, then snapped her fingers with each hand.

Immediately, everyone felt that there seemed to be something extra on their bodies, but they couldn't touch it.

The smell of hot eyes that I smelled in the auction house during the day did not float into my nose, but there was a faint refreshing mint smell.

The five demons said suspiciously: "The smell is wrong, shouldn't it be smelly?"

"It's 1000 times thicker, that's why it smells so bad. When it's reduced to the normal level, it has such a refreshing smell. The underworld is not a shithole. Even if ghosts can bear it, there are gods like Yama in it." Jiu Yuanzi explained.

"The more smelly the place is, the more it will be covered with a refreshing smell. In terms of smell, I say it is second and no one dares to say it is the first. Don't worry."

She felt that the monster was so cheap, and she was not satisfied even if she didn't smell bad.

Jiu Yuanzi also added a layer to himself, and now their six-headed monsters are full of the dead spirit of ghosts, and they will not be recognized as living people standing at the gate of the Hades Palace.

Gong Jiuqiong took out six fava bean-sized, dusty and low-key badges, "Take the badges with you, and when you come out, just rush to the place where you went in, and you will be able to come back."

"If you lose it, it will be very troublesome to get it back."

The six people took the badges and pinned them all to their clothes.

Then Gong Jiuqiong drew a circle on the ground with spiritual power, the circle of light flickered, a black hole appeared in the carpet inside, and a cool breath flowed out.

In the end, he gave Ning Zhi a plastic bag of black ashes, "This is the cost for you to go to the underworld."

Burned Tiandi bank notes?

Jiu Yuanzi looked at the pile of ashes, and had a bold idea, if there were spiritual things to sell in the underworld, could he buy them with mortal banknotes, and then he would get rich.

Ning Zhi looked at the plastic bag in his hand, and also had an idea, if the things from the underworld could be brought to the mortal world, and a business route could be opened, it would be able to hit the spiritual thing market.

If this plan is feasible, it is best to find a partner in the underworld to conduct large-scale business.

He still doesn't like to rely on personal smuggling.

"I'm a small connoisseur who sells goods. I'll set off before dawn. I'll run and scream..." A burst of singing sounded, and Gong Jiuqiong raised his hand to look at his watch. This was the alarm clock he had set.

He calmly pressed the alarm clock, and then said: "It's 12 o'clock, you can go in."

All the monsters looked at each other, stepped into the halo, and disappeared into the black hole.

Everyone seemed to be standing in a tunnel, with the self-conveyor belt under their feet, moving towards the bright spot with the size of a grain of rice in front, which became bigger and bigger, and finally sent them all into the bright light.

Sunshine, breeze.

The six of them appeared on a wild meadow full of green grass and wildflowers, with a blue sky, white clouds and sun above their heads, a straight road ahead, and a lovely bus stop.

There was also a billboard on the bus stop, which advertised instant noodles, hot and spicy Xintan capers and shredded chicken noodles.

"..." The six people looked at the surrounding scenery, a bit beyond their expectations, it was too unlike hell.

The scenery is as beautiful as a magazine photo, the grass is so green, and the wild flowers dotted in it are so lovely and full of vitality.

Even the road is clean and brand new, and you can't see the end. It makes you want to drive a pink car immediately, and embark on a self-driving trip to find poems and paintings in the distance.

The six of them had never been to the underworld. According to their usual imagination, the underworld should be a dark, ancient place full of ghosts with dark circles on the streets.

Or there are ugly ghosts everywhere, and the ghosts with strange shapes drag the souls of screaming villains, throw them into the oil pan and fry them several times.

The faces of the ghosts were pale, and they kept their dead appearances. Graves and skeletons were everywhere, and from time to time there would be strange ghost beasts, lying on the ground and gnawing on unknown pieces of meat.

The whole underworld is full of gloomy, terrifying and hopeless atmosphere.

The current appearance is a bit disappointing, it wasted the curiosity that everyone prepared before entering.

"I'll give you some money for backup, and if you get separated, you can take a car here." Ning Zhi said, lifting the plastic bag.

The bag of paper money ash has turned into a bag full of money, the largest denomination is only 100, and there are some small changes.

It seems that when the palace Jiuqiong burned the money, some of them had a small amount of noodles. After the burning, it was also converted by the exchange rate of the prefecture.

Otherwise, how could a denomination of tens of billions be turned into 100 yuan.

Ning Zhi gave 1096 yuan to each of the Four Ominous Beasts and Jiu Yuanzi, and he kept everything else.

1000 yuan is used as a reserve fund for important moments, 6 yuan is used to take the bus, and 90 yuan can be used to buy small things.

You can tell by looking at the denomination that the price cannot be too exaggerated.

Looking at the six 6-yuan notes in his hand, Jiu Yuanzi asked, "The president actually knew how much it would cost to take the bus. I thought you would get on the bus, and then took out 1 yuan to ask the driver if it was enough."

She has never taken a bus, but she has watched dramas where common people's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law tear each other out, and there are many scenes of taking a bus.

Ning Zhi looked at her puzzled, "I was an ordinary person last month, but the house is bigger than others and the monthly income is higher, it doesn't mean I'm an idiot."

"Well, the domineering president dramas are all deceitful. In fact, you are also very down-to-earth. I am superficial." Jiu Yuanzi quickly reflected, and he said that a million points is a million points.

"Let's go." Ning Zhi said, and then led the crowd towards the bus stop.

Such an obvious marker, don't even think about it, it must be to let them take the bus to their destination, Chenghuang.

The six people walked to the bus stop and saw the name of the station written on it, Country Park Station, and the final stop was Huangcheng.

Well, the transfer of the city god is not the imperial city.

"It's not Naihe Bridge or Huangquan Road, there is no atmosphere at all." Jiu Yuanzi muttered.

There is no sense of substitution in this environment. Such a contrast in painting style makes them all feel uncomfortable and feel out of place.

There was not a single private car on the road. If the six people stood still here, they would have blended into the scenery, like a beautiful landscape photo.

After waiting for a few minutes, a bus came on the left side of the road. Its yellow body was painted with cute ice cream advertisements, which looked a bit cartoonish.

The bus stopped at the station and opened the door. The driver, dressed in neat uniform, smiled kindly at them.

Everyone looked at each other, then got into the car and put in coins, one yuan per person.

There was no one in the car, so they pretended not to know each other, and each found a seat and sat down.

Once the door was closed, it continued to drive forward.

The scenery on the road is still beautiful, either the invisible sunflower fields or the sparkling small lake, everything is so beautiful.

The bus drove forward for about half an hour, and a small village appeared on the side of the road, with small and exquisite houses with red tiles and white walls, and a golden money tree full of coins hung in the yard.

There are also children who obviously have too much blush on their faces, running around in the yard.

The six demons were shocked, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

You've come to the right place, this is Hell, old-school funeral supplies, cash cows and paper figurines!

Those exquisite buildings must also be burned.

There are also private cars on the highway, almost all of which are neatly dressed and look like burnt paper drivers.

No driver in the world would dress like this, but one could tell it was the driver's black coat and black hat, and his temperament was well controlled.

On the horizon in the distance, there also appeared a modern metropolis that was smaller than the sea city, but tall and prosperous.

Imperial City.

(End of this chapter)