Rebirth of the willow tree, creating the strongest tribe in the ages

Chapter 939: Records of the Underworld

"Ding ding ding..."

"Dang Dang Dang..."

The sound of iron chains or locks colliding was cold and lonely, with the unique metallic texture of iron. It came from far away, from vague to clear, and gradually entered Shi Hao's ears.

His body trembled.

Then he looked in the direction of the sound.

There are huge peaks one after another, stretching endlessly with no end in sight, and each peak is completely black, as if covered with ink, and seems to have life in the shadows. Even those prehistoric magic mountains buried in the years are not as shocking as one-tenth of these peaks.

Because it is so spectacular.

Even from Shi Hao's perspective, it was too magnificent.

But this grandeur made him feel that the place was not very close, as if these mountain shadows were just illusions or mirages.

"Huhuhu..."

"Huhuhu..."

Endless black fog poured out from the cracks in the mountain stream, like the mist exhaled by some unimaginable ancient beast, carrying a burst of heat.

The black fog was as vast as a tide, rushing around like a galloping army, lingering on the top of the Dark Devil Mountain, and rushing towards where Shi Hao was.

Then, the endless black fog came like an ancient beast with bared fangs and claws.

At the same time, the sound that sounded like the collision of iron objects became clearer and clearer.

The black fog covered the place like a curtain.

Among the peaks, a huge portal loomed and suddenly caught Shi Hao's sight.

This is because the portal is so majestic that even the sky and the earth cannot describe even one ten-millionth of its vastness and magnificence.

The gate is dark and rises from the ground, as if it has transcended this world.

An extremely ancient atmosphere blows in the face.

"Squeak..."

At this time.

As if pushed by an invisible force, the originally tightly closed door suddenly opened slowly.

Jiang Huai had sharp eyes, and the moment the creaking sound was heard, his spiritual sense instantly probed over there.

In perception,

A long line of people walked out from the world inside the door.

Shi Hao quickly looked over.

There was a long line of people lined up in an orderly manner. There were men and women, old and young, some who looked like humans, and some who looked like people from other races, all different.

The sound of iron colliding was not from chains or locks, but from the things that the group of people were carrying.

It was bulging like a small mountain, a big bag that seemed to be filled with all kinds of bottles and jars, so with every step those people took, there was a clanging sound.

Shi Hao found it curious.

Somewhat unclear.

At the same time, even more surprised.

Although these figures look like living beings, in fact, just like in the virtual world of gods, they are not real flesh and blood.

However, compared to the virtual world of gods that had once been so powerful when he was young, this unknown world was more advanced.

Because unless he used the divine eye in the only cave, he would not be able to see it at all.

Shi Hao roughly counted them in his mind and found that there were probably tens of thousands of them.

The strange thing is that each of them was carrying a large gray snakeskin bag.

Moreover, they looked very anxious. After coming out from behind the door, they stopped where they were, with their heads opened and looking forward, as if they were waiting for something particularly important.

"Om..."

at this time.

Changes occur suddenly.

An unimaginable hurricane struck, whistling past with such force that even Shi Hao was blown to and fro.

Fortunately, this hurricane came suddenly and disappeared suddenly.

When the hurricane disappeared, the rolling black fog that had originally shrouded the place also disappeared and retreated into the back of the door.

This is revealed here.

It is a huge open area.

It is paved with blue stone slabs, with some corners covered with moss and damp, and it looks quite old, with a sense of heaviness and history.

"Boom!"

Somewhere, the bluestone slabs vibrated.

Something similar to an arrow tower suddenly broke out of the ground and rushed out.

The thing that looked like an arrow tower was not big, nor was it particularly majestic. The top emitted a bright moonlight-like light, enveloping the place like some kind of warm hue.

Seeing this, the figures carrying large and small bags all unloaded the packages behind them at the same time.

When the package was opened, it turned out to be filled with various iron sheets, wooden boards, and even tables, chairs, and benches.

Soon, the place was filled with all kinds of stalls.

Shi Hao looked surprised.

These figures seemed to be just spirits, but they were actually vendors...

Are you here just to set up a stall?

Shi Hao's expression was slightly gloomy. He looked towards the square vigilantly, thinking secretly in his heart.

Clearly, the previous moment, they were still fighting a bloody battle with that strange creature, and the next moment, it was as if they had just had a dream and opened their eyes to find themselves in such a strange place.

Senior Liu, brother Gu Chen, brother Tu, the Ten Crown King, the Exiled Immortal, God Liu and others are all missing.

Could it be that this is the lair of that weird clan? !
Otherwise, why would this place be so strange?
They had already lost that battle.

However, Shi Hao was still undecided.

Because he didn't feel the slightest bit of weird atmosphere here.

Quite the opposite, even.

It looks spooky here though.

But in the coldness, there is a kind of sacredness.

It is completely different from the aura emitted by the weird clan.

……

In the empty square.

Construction is underway in some places.

It's like building a restaurant or a shop.

The ghosts who were setting up stalls each marked out their territory and quickly built simple but unique stalls.

This is the underworld, the netherworld, so the goods displayed on the stalls are naturally unreasonable.

If it were placed in the human world, it would definitely be terrifying—

Because many stalls were filled with eyeballs, hearts, lungs, and even complete limbs of various sizes and shapes.

They were neatly arranged on the cold stone slabs, some of them were still beating, steaming, and very fresh. In front of the stall of a small vendor wearing coarse linen clothes, there was a huge iron pot.

There was no firewood under the pot, but a strange blue flame was burning, as if it was a fire brought from another world.

As the flame jumped, the hot oil in the pot gradually boiled, making a sizzling sound.

The hemp-clothed vendors skillfully coated the eyeballs, hearts and other organs with a thin layer of batter and then threw them into the boiling oil pan.

With a "sizzling" sound, the fried foods roll in the oil and the surface becomes golden and crispy.

When they are fully fried, the hemp-clothed vendors quickly take them out, skewer them with bamboo sticks, and sprinkle them with a layer of special seasoning. The seasoning is also golden in color. As soon as it is sprinkled on, it smells so fragrant that people can't help but swallow their saliva.

"It's fried food, fresh eyeballs, hearts, and lungs, all made by me, the quality is absolutely guaranteed, if it's fake, I'll pay you three times, no cheating!"

The sackcloth vendor shouted at the top of his lungs.

Hao couldn't help swallowing.

Although these fried foods look strange and a little inexplicable, they smell particularly good when paired with the golden seasoning.

However, after hearing the hawker's shouting, Shi Hao came back to his senses and looked at the other's stomach with curiosity.

The place was covered with a green coarse linen cloth. A gust of wind blew, causing the cloth to rustle and the middle part to sink slightly.

Then, Shi Hao looked at the peddler's eyes again. The position of his eyeballs was extremely empty, as if these things were really produced and sold by him as he shouted.

Some customers gathered around and bargained with the vendor, and finally, in a short while, all the freshly fried "fried goods" were sold out.

"Where exactly is this place?"

Jiang Huai blocked out the smell and rejected the other party's sales pitch.

The smell seemed to have a stimulating effect on the taste buds.

He looked to another place, where there were more people gathered.
The stall owner was a peddler with a pig's head and a human body. He was big and strong and very sturdy. He was selling pig heads.

When someone went to buy it, the other party would first shout "watch it", and then he would use his quick hand and knife, and there would be a "chi" sound, and it would be his head that was chopped off.

However, its heads seemed to be endless. After being chopped off, new ones would grow back in an instant.

Shi Hao was surprised because that was not a magical power.

Although the head is not as important as the soul, it is also an extremely critical part. How can it be cut off and grow again without using some means?

At this moment, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the crowd, and the originally crowded crowd quickly retreated to both sides and looked into the depths of the black fog.

Two extremely tall figures broke through the black fog and slowly walked over.

Leading the group was a giant with a human body and a bull's head. He was tall and mighty, with strong muscles, as if they were made of iron. He held an iron chain in one hand and a steel fork in the other. His upper body was naked, and he exuded a fascinating aura.

Following closely behind him was a giant with a huge horse head.
He was holding a spear, and he was also strong and muscular, about five or six meters tall, with a body of steel, which made him intimidating.

The appearance of these two huge shadows made the originally bustling market instantly quieter.

The ghosts looked like they were enjoying a good show. They were either whispering to each other or discussing among themselves, looking like a crowd of spectators.

Shi Hao was very familiar with this because it was his specialty.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the laws of the underworld are so strict that even a little less will not do. Violators will be boiled in oil. How dare someone cheat on the weight? They are simply not afraid of pain."

An old man stroked his beard and shook his head.

"Who said it wasn't? I just don't know which one was found out." A young man next to him echoed, with a gloating look on his face.

"There's a good show to watch."

The bull-headed giant was seen holding an iron chain and striding towards the sackcloth vendor who was producing and selling his own clothes.

When the vendor saw this, he started shaking all over and his face turned pale. It was obvious that he had done something wrong, and he collapsed to the ground.

The bull-headed giant mercilessly pulled him up, the iron chain clattering, as if dragging him into an endless abyss. The horse-headed giant followed closely behind, his spear leaving sparks on the ground, ready to execute the laws of the underworld at any time.

"You, what rights do you have to say that I'm shortchanging you?" The sackcloth-clothed merchant tried to defend himself with a trembling voice.

"Humph, someone said that they bought your eyeball and lost half of it. You still want to quibble?" The bull-headed giant snorted coldly and tightly wrapped the iron chain in his hand around the vendor's neck. "Come on, follow me to see Lord Yama!"

As he said that, the Bull-Headed Man took the sackcloth-clad merchant directly into the depths of the black fog, with the Horse-Headed Giant following closely behind.

at the same time.

The underworld, another place.

A large river flows rapidly, with an ancient stone bridge standing across it.

It is covered with mottled moss and weathered stone patterns, and every brick and tile tells the story of the endless passage of time.

Under the bridge, the sound of flowing water rumbles, but its shape cannot be seen. One only feels that beneath the darkness and depth, there seems to be an abyss connected to a thousand-foot cliff, swallowing up all light and sound, which makes people feel frightened.

At one end of the stone bridge, there is a huge iron pot. Steam is rising from the pot, and a rich soup is bubbling, giving off an enticing aroma.

In front of the big pot, Lin Li, wearing a simple gray coat and holding a long-handled soup spoon, was stirring the thick soup in the pot with great concentration.

The movements are skillful and quick.

Since becoming Meng Po, Lin Li has been working diligently. During this period, her workload has increased dramatically, and she rarely has the opportunity to return to the world of the living to reunite with her relatives, Old Man Lin, and her children. She was thinking of returning to the world of the living to rest for a while after finishing this busy period. After all, the adults have stipulated that holidays can be accumulated.

However, just as Lin Li was immersed in his work, a few shadowy figures slowly walked out from the side of the bridge.
Upon seeing this, Mrs. Lin Li immediately put down the soup spoon in her hand, skillfully took out the bowl and chopsticks, and prepared to welcome the guests.

However, when she looked closely, her face turned pale instantly and she hurried over to him.

"Old man... Eldest brother, Second brother... Why are you here?" There was disbelief and surprise in Lin Li's voice, and her eyes were full of surprise and worry.

I never expected that Cao Cao would appear as soon as I thought of him.

This is the underworld, the final resting place of the dead souls.

My old man is highly appreciated by the adults. The eldest son Lin Chen and the second son Lin Zhuang have both achieved immortality and have infinite lifespans. They should not appear here under any circumstances.

Did something big happen in the village?
Lin Li was extremely anxious, like an ant on a hot pan, and was extremely worried.

Old Man Lin and others gradually came back to their senses from their confusion.

"Hey, old woman, when did you come back?" Old man Lin smiled when he saw Mrs. Lin Li.

"What do you mean you're back? It was you who came in!" Lin Li rolled her eyes at him helplessly, her tone full of anxiety and confusion.

"Come in? Into where?" Old man Lin looked confused, and the brothers Lin Chen and Lin Zhuang behind him were also confused and at a loss.

Lin Li took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, "Old man, eldest and second, look where we are now."

Old Man Lin looked in the direction indicated by Mrs. Lin Li, and only then did he notice the environment they were in.

The dark and deep water under the bridge, which seemed to hide a cliff thousands feet high, and the steaming pot of thick soup at the bridge head...

"This... is this the underworld?" Old Man Lin reacted quickly.

Mrs. Lin Li said anxiously, "Yes, this is the underworld. Why... are you here? Tell me quickly, has something big happened?"

Old man Lin told him everything immediately.

"Your Excellency is covered in blood?" Upon hearing this, Lin Li's face changed drastically. How terrible would it be if even Your Excellency couldn't resist the enemy? !

As Old Man Lin was talking, he suddenly froze.

The adults were covered in blood, and they entered the underworld that only the dead could enter...

Doesn't this mean...

"My Lord, I am an incompetent old man. In the end, I was unable to help you. Even now that I am dead, I still have to rely on your kindness."

Old man Lin burst into tears.

If it weren't for the underworld created by the adults, they would probably have lost their souls and all life would be truly extinguished.

Even at his age, he cried so heartbreakingly.

"You old man, I never saw you cry so sadly when I was gone." Mrs. Lin Li rolled her eyes at Old Man Lin, and then her eyes turned red like Old Man Lin.

(End of this chapter)