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Chapter 109: 100 Yuan to Buy the Laughter of the King of Hell
Fengdu Ghost Town still doesn't look like the ghost town Tang Yu imagined.

“Instead of calling it Fengdu Ghost City, it’s better to call it Fengdu Ancient City.”

Tang Yu complained about the surrounding scenery, and San Geng just nodded slightly, and then responded calmly: "This place was originally called Fengdu Ancient City. But as it existed for a long time, more and more people were unwilling to leave, and later it was called Fengdu Ghost City. "

"There are more people who don't want to leave. Whether they can stay here or not is not up to those people. When the one-month deadline is up, won't the underworld immediately send people to take them to the underworld for reincarnation?"

"Now it seems that Fengdu Ghost City is not what it looks like. People who are imprisoned by memories and unable to extricate themselves will be forcibly withdrawn from the illusion when the deadline is reached, but there are so many people here, it seems that people who come here don't have to be forced to leave."

"Hey, hey, hey, you are the King of Hell. Fengdu Ghost City is nominally under your jurisdiction, right? It's very inappropriate of you to know so little..."

"Tang Yu has no idea how many people will die in a day in this world, so he feels that this kind of thing should be understood in detail. But the fact is that the souls taken away by the black and white impermanent phantoms, as long as they do not stay in the world and continue to cause harm, Where they were taken is actually a difficult thing to explain. Some of them were taken to Fengdu Ghost City, others were taken to the underworld, and some were even directly handed over to the Bull-Headed Horse-faced Man by Black and White and imprisoned in hell for eternity. No one can be reincarnated. No one will care about the existence of an ordinary soul. No one will care about the life and death of those extremely evil people who are imprisoned in the eighteen levels of hell. This world has long forgotten their existence, right? "

"In this case, why do we still keep places like hell? What about the eighteen levels of hell? Since they have no meaning in existence, why not just wipe out all their existence?"

"Existence is reasonable, Tang Yu should understand this."

"What you said is obviously inconsistent. You clearly said just now that no one cares whether those people are dead or alive."

"After they have sunk in the underworld for a hundred generations and forgotten the troubles and sufferings of the world and are reborn, they can wear the unique ink-dyed masks of the underworld Yin soldiers and become one of them. No one will care about the many identities of the Yin soldiers in the past. When they wear The moment they put on the ink-stained mask, they are no longer individuals.”

Tang Yu listened and felt a little lost in thought.

So...the Yin soldiers in the underworld are actually just zombies...

Or is it that after joining the Yin Soldiers, we can no longer have the same feelings we had before?
Tang Yu is not a holy mother, so naturally she will not stand on the moral high ground and point out this. After all, people who can be imprisoned in the eighteenth floor of hell know how bad they are, and they don't count as being executed late. That's right, who cares about their life and death?

Thinking of this, Tang Yu suddenly understood the real reason for the inconsistency in his words just before midnight.

The moment some people are taken away from the world by black and white impermanence, the ending is already doomed.

And Fengdu Ghost Town is destined to be their only way to change their destiny.

No matter good or evil, as long as you can forget your past obsessions and be willing to live here like a zombie, it is better than becoming one of the hundreds of thousands of underworld soldiers.

After all, people who can walk in here don't have many choices to make.

"Hey, are you two new here? Did you just die?"

While Tang Yu and San Geng were standing under the bridge, a hawker came up to talk to them.

He was pushing a human-powered tricycle, which was filled with ordinary gadgets. Tang Yu took a cursory glance and found that most of them were children's toys, such as rattles and the like.

The focus is on the man's clothing. He is wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket, and he doesn't even bother to sew or mend it. The exposed cotton has been covered by dust and has lost its original color.

Even so, the way he was wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket made it impossible to see the slightest bit of shyness.

Even Tang Yu couldn't believe that this person could be an extremely evil person, the kind who could descend to the eighteenth level of the underworld.

In other words, the man in front of him should stay in Biaogui Town, and be chased away by Black and White Wuchang after January time is up.

Is it such a simple thing to give up the obsession in your heart...

"Why don't you talk? How did you die? There haven't been new people in the inner ghost city for a long time. It's really good that you can come in from the outer ghost city..."

The man was short and wore a lotus leaf hat. His eyes rolled around when he spoke, and his face looked dirty as if it had been smeared with black charcoal.

He had asked Tang Yu and San Geng twice in a row how they died. Tang Yu knew that the man in front of him must have thought that they were also dead. After all, living people could not come to Fengdu Ghost City.

"We have died for our love."

Tang Yu looked at the vendor in front of him and said softly.

His eyes were full of emotion, and the unconcealable sadness made him feel that he should win an Oscar.

The vendor looked at San Geng next to Tang Yu and understood immediately.

"You want to be with this eldest lady, but because your family is poor and you are not worthy of anyone else, and she is forced to get married because of family pressure, you are willing to die to make it known, right?"

"..."

Tang Yu's head was buzzing, wondering if this man was seriously ill. What kind of vulgar and bloody drama was this?

On the other hand, San Geng on the side, although he did not smile, his expression seemed to have softened a lot.

"Let me tell you, this young lady seems to have a good temperament. She must be rich or noble."

The hawker echoed, and Tang Yu felt a little unhappy, so he said unhappily: "Her identity, telling you about it will scare you to death."

"Scared me to death? I was already dead. You really know how to joke."

"Then it will scare the living daylights out of you."

"I don't believe it, why don't you tell me?"

Tang Yu's words came to his lips, but he still swallowed them.

He couldn't hold the cup as a third watcher. After all, a little impatience would mess up a big plan. After all, they haven't figured out the situation here yet, so it's better to be careful.

Tang Yu could only forcefully change the topic slightly.

"You just said this is the inner ghost city of Fengdu Ghost City, right? So is the Ghost King here?"

The vendor's hand froze while pushing the tricycle, not because he was surprised that Tang Yu would talk about the Ghost King.

"The Ghost King is not in the inner ghost city. He is in the inner city. Do you have anything to do with him?"

How dare Tang Yu say that he was here to get the Ghost King Token from him, and he was still an ordinary person, a living person with no power to restrain a chicken.

He is lucky enough to be here and not become a box, but whether he will become a box in the future is uncertain.

After all, there is almost no difference in difficulty for Tang Yu between taking the Ghost King's token from him and castrating him in front of the Ghost King.

Such nonsense, Yang Feng insisted on letting him come, and even designed to blackmail him, making him fall into Yang Feng's trap.

It wouldn't matter if he, Tang Yu, had really amazing bones and extraordinary talents. For a man who struggled to walk upstairs with a bag of rice, asking him to come here to confront him head-on was just bullshit.

But Tang Yu also knew in his heart that there was no point in explaining the situation to a small NPC like him who couldn't survive three episodes, so he didn't answer the other party's words, but just followed the trend and asked: "Where is the inner city?"

The vendor stretched out his hand and pointed to the huge hanging stone tablet in the distance with the name Fengdu Ghost City written on it.

"Passing the barrier there is the inner city. Ordinary dead are only allowed to stay in the inner ghost city, where they can keep themselves safe. The inner city is full of ghost soldiers and ghost envoys. If you want to see the ghost king, I'm afraid it's worse than ascending to the sky. Difficult. The most important thing is that once you try to approach there, you will be spotted by patrolling ghost soldiers, and if you can’t explain why you are approaching the inner city, you will be wiped out on the spot.”

"Eradicate on the spot? Do they have this right? Aren't we going to be reincarnated in the underworld in the end?"

The short hawker reached out and patted Tang Yu on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "People who come to the ghost city never thought that they would have the opportunity to go to the underworld. This Fengdu ghost city is a small underworld... …”

Tang Yu instantly understood what the vendor meant.

Once you step into Fengdu Ghost City, life and death will be decided by the ruler of the inner city.

The vendor was right. This was indeed a small underworld. After all, the ruler here was ready to commit crimes and overthrow the original rule of the underworld.Call it a big thing or a small thing. Call it a small thing. He almost died in the middle of the night because he violated the Shura seal. Call it a big thing. There is no obvious action in the Fengdu Ghost City. There is also a delay in the underworld because of the lack of people's hearts. After all, there is no reason to send troops uniformly.

At such a critical juncture, Tang Yu still had to go thousands of miles to kill someone, and the resentment and indignation in his chest could no longer be suppressed.

If you want to die, die quickly, but if you want to die happily, you still need to pay attention to strategy and not be brainless.

"I said, how about you give me some money and I'll tell you how to sneak into the inner city."

The peddler had a sneaky look on his face. Although Tang Yu was puzzled, this was indeed what he wanted.

It's just that he and the vendor didn't seem to be from the same era, and they didn't expect the other party to ask for money.

Tang Yu did have money, and he did understand the true meaning of money making a difference.

Although he didn't know what the ghost was asking for money for, judging from the current situation, it would not hurt him to agree to the other party's request.

"How much?"

Tang Yu originally thought that the other party would open his mouth, but the other party just raised a finger.

"100 dollars."

Tang Yu brought 1 yuan with him when he came. Putting aside the rent for Aunt Qin and some low consumption that was not considered money, he still had a lot of money on him now.

But it is normal for people not to leak money. Tang Yu just put his hand into his inner pocket, then took out one and handed it to the vendor in front of him.

The peddler carefully put away the brand-new hundred-yuan bills, then reached out and took out a pen and paper from the tricycle.

What surprised Tang Yu was that although the vendor was very dirty and his car was also very dirty, the pen and paper looked like brand new. The paper was white and not contaminated at all.

He leaned back on the tricycle and quickly wrote something in the notebook with a pen, then tore off the paper, folded it and handed it to Tang Yu.

"You hold this piece of paper. You must not read the content inside. It will be useless if you read it. When you arrive at the gate of the inner city, if you are discovered by the ghost soldiers, you can hand this piece of paper to him, and he will Let you enter the inner city."

"so smart?"

Tang Yu felt that the guy in front of him was lying to him. After all, it was so difficult that even the cotton in the padded jacket was exposed. Such a person could not speak accurately.

But Tang Yu had to give it a try now, so he put the note into his pocket, whispered thank you to the vendor, and then left towards the inner city.

After the two of them left, the vendor hid the pen and paper in the tricycle and put it away. He took out the brand-new 100 yuan and looked at it carefully, mumbling something.

"There should be more people like this who are stupid and have money but are not afraid of death. Is the inner city a place you can go to if you want to? I'm afraid I can help you get in, but it will be difficult for you to get out..."

Not long after San Geng and Tang Yu walked out, Tang Yu took out the note in his arms and read it.

Being defrauded of 100 yuan is not a big deal. The problem is that if the hawker has evil intentions, then they will really be slaughtered like fish at the gate of the inner city.

"That person just said he couldn't watch it. Did Tang Yu forget it?"

Midnight reminded Tang Yu softly from the side, and Tang Yu could only smile helplessly.

"He said he couldn't read it. The problem is that we don't know if he is playing tricks on us. Who knows if there might be a sentence written on the note: Goose Goose Qu Xiang Xiang Tian Ge?"

"Then keep it for future trouble, and then we can think of other ways."

"we can only do this."

Tang Yu was stopped by the third watch and stopped reading the contents of the note in his arms.

On the way to the inner city, the scenery everywhere is bright and colorful.

There are many stalls on both sides, most of which look like a busy street in a costume drama.

In the middle of the night, I looked around, and then my eyes successfully caught an old man selling candied haws.

"Tang Yu, I want to eat candied haws."

"Good good..."

Tang Yu said this while turning his gaze to the old man.

To say that the vendor wearing a ragged cotton-padded jacket just now was still in modern attire, this old man selling candied haws on a stick was completely from ancient times.

His beard and hair are all white, and he wears his hair in a bun on the back of his head.Wearing cloth clothes, he looks quite shabby.

Tang Yu didn't even know if this guy would accept his RMB. After all, according to the other party's understanding, the currency for buying candied haws should be copper coins.

"How much is a bunch of candied haws?"

Tang Yu walked up to the old man and asked patiently. The man looked up at Tang Yu and then raised a finger.

"A copper coin? Can I pay in RMB?"

"A bunch of 100 yuan."

"WTF!"

Hearing the old man's low-toned response, Tang Yu was so angry that he spoke English.

A bunch of candied haws on a stick costs 100 yuan, right?

You can deceive fools by pretending to be an ancient person and selling candied haws, right?

San Geng tugged at Tang Yu's sleeve to persuade Tang Yu to calm down, and then she pointed to a nearby stall with her finger.

Only then did Tang Yu discover that no matter what was being sold at each stall, the price started at 100 yuan.

Yes, although this place looks like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, it is an out-and-out holy land for robbing customers.

Thinking of this, Tang Yu felt that the mysterious note handwritten by the vendor before was a trick on them.

But Tang Yu never let the third watch down, so he still spent 100 yuan to buy a candied haws for the third watch.

"Tang Yu, don't you want to eat?"

"No, I can't afford it."

Tang Yu pursed his lips helplessly. Even if he were beaten to death, he would not admit that a bunch of ordinary hawthorn candied haws were worth 100 yuan.

In the middle of the night, I took a piece of candied haws and put it into my mouth, then chewed it slowly.As the sweetness melted in his mouth, San Geng's expression became much happier.

Tang Yu knew that the story of a concubine laughing while riding the world of mortals was not a rumor, and that food really made women look different.

So the 100 yuan he spent to buy the King of Hell's Smile was considered worth it.

(End of this chapter)