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Chapter 116: Going Back to Hell
Ma Mian Rakshasa definitely didn't know that several of his colleagues were 'sent' to Juanyuntai in Fengdu City, and he didn't want to know what Zhao Sanyuan chose or not.

To be precise, his mind went blank, and he still maintained his smart expression with his eyes staring like bells and his teeth bared.

I dare not move.

Watching Zhao Sanyuan drive Chakravartin to the last Yaksha to educate him crazily.

"You're the one who has a fucking mouth, right?"

"You fucking understand, right?"

"Interrupting the spell casting? Come on, give me a look!"

The King of Chakravartin holds the Yaksha in his palm and rubs it flat and round.

Even so, Zhao Sanyuan still couldn't get over his anger, so he slammed his palm downwards, and Yaksha smashed it into a lump on the ground, and then stepped on it with his feet.

Fortunately, Yaksha couldn't be truly killed in the underworld, otherwise he would have died a hundred and eighty times with this crazy method of revenge.

Immediately, under the trembling eyes of countless ghosts, Zhao Sanyuan put his arms around the shoulders of the horse-faced Rakshasa as if he were familiar with it, thinking that he was his long-lost master and servant.

"You are a ghost, not a cow, right?"

The horse-faced Rakshasa nodded repeatedly, and combined with his always bared face and expression, it was completely opposite to the legendary image of the vicious ghost.

"Since you are not a beast, you must understand what I say. Tell me why the underworld has not sent out an absolute elite team to surround us until now? If my master was caught off guard last time, then this time it must be You should take more precautions, right? In the end, there was only Yin Shuai, and only four of them came before they all came. What's going on? Are you really the boss of the underworld, or do you have some deeper meaning?"

As the situation developed, Zhao Sanyuan clearly felt that something was fishy.

This is the majestic land of the underworld!
This is not a big car shop that you can just come and go at will!
It's really easy to catch someone.

But from the moment they entered the gate of hell, the dangers saved time and time again could no longer be said to be due to luck. It seemed that there were two invisible hands behind them, helping several people overcome various difficulties to the extent that they were able to overcome dangers.

For example, at this moment, the boat is almost at the support pavilion dock, but there is still no one above Yin Shuai chasing and intercepting it.

Zhao Sanyuan had a strong premonition that if he could fight Yaksha with all his strength in the underworld, then the most powerful person he would encounter would be Yaksha; if he could fight Rakshasa with all his strength, then the person he would encounter would be Rakshasa, and so on. It is impossible for unbeatable evil spirits to appear.

If that's the case, what's the intention behind it?
Are the high-ranking officials in the underworld all gods of fun?
"Speak, oh, by the way, you seem to be unable to speak. You just nod and shake your head. Is the underworld deliberately releasing water?"

The horse-faced Rakshasa shook his head vigorously.

I really don't know!
Even if there is, I can't think of any reason to release the water.

Zhao Sanyuan regretted a little. If he had known this was the case, the one who deserved to be shot away before was the horse-faced Rakshasa, but now it was better to leave the one who could only show his teeth.

"When we get to the shore soon, can you take us across Huangquan Road?"

The horse-faced Rakshasa was so anxious that he almost cried.

I thought that this little ancestor only thinks about good things.

If the ghost wants to cross the road to the underworld, only the first seven can do it, and it needs a road guide signed by Yincao and Wangxiangtai. There are ghost guards to watch all the way. Without a guide, not even the Ten Palaces of Yama can lead the ghost back to the underworld.

"It can't be right?" Zhao Sanyuan knew the answer just by looking at the other person's expression.

Disappointment is not to be mentioned, it is all expected.

"Take a step back, can you lead us safely through the gate of hell? You must also know that I am a humble and reserved person. If you can, let's try not to do anything."

The horse-faced Rakshasa glanced at the more than ten feet tall Chakravartin King from the corner of his eye.
Ah, yes, yes, you are the most humble and reserved, your whole family is humble and reserved!
But the internal slander is the internal slander, and the horse-faced Rakshasa would not dare to make blind promises.

There is nothing wrong with bringing ghosts through hell.

However, most of the underworld staff now know who is causing trouble. If I lead Zhao Sanyuan and others through the gate of hell in such a arrogant manner, what will I do if I turn back?It is estimated that it can be sliced ​​into pieces by the Five Ghost Emperors to make a real Morin Qin!
However, the situation was too strong and he had to bow his head. The horse-faced Rakshasa racked his brains and came up with a solution that had both ends.
gate of hell.

There are still ghost mountains and seas on both sides, and the flow of ghosts who enter the underworld after death will never stop. Especially in recent years, with frequent wars and natural and man-made disasters, people are increasingly unable to survive.

Numbness, anxiety, hesitation, regret and other expressions appeared on the faces of these newly arrived ghosts.

They are unfortunate because they die.

They were lucky again, because they caught up with them to see with their own eyes the great work being done in the underworld.

The sound of chaos gradually came from the distance, and many ghosts retreated towards the gate of hell, as if they were hiding from something or watching some excitement.

The wind is howling, and the yellow sand is all over the sky!
In the middle of the noise was a 'wonderful' showdown.

Three ghosts surrounded and beat up a bad guy.

Even if you are a new arrival, you can guess who the Yinzai who was beaten is from his appearance.

After all, there are only a few people who look so distinctive.

Horse-faced Rakshasa.

Countless ghosts around him were amazed.

"Brother, I'm dying for the first time. Is the security of the underworld so bad? Even officials dare to beat them in the street."

"Who doesn't die for the first time? How do I know whether the public security is good or bad?"

"Isn't Ma Mian very powerful? Why doesn't it look good?"

"You know nothing, do experts understand? Even though the movements on both sides are slow, it actually coincides with the true meaning of Tai Chi. The main focus is hair extensions."

"I understand the truth, but does Ma Mian from the underworld also practice Tai Chi?"

There were endless discussions.

Countless ghosts gathered around, pointing, eating, and watching the show.

I have seen a lot of fights between living people, but this is the first time I have seen a fight in the underworld.

It's just a little different from what was expected.

The three ghosts surrounded the horse-faced Rakshasa and walked towards the gate of hell while fighting. Their shooting speed was like that of an old man, but their walking speed was really slow.

Zhao Sanyuan swung the scale beam and poked the horse-faced Rakshasa in the nostrils. The latter fended off the attack with a big halberd, as if he was very satisfied with his move, shaking his head and clicking his two rows of large teeth.

"Oh~good work~" Zhao Sanyuan's sigh was extremely exaggerated, and his body followed the blocked scale beam and quickly took several steps towards the gate of hell.

Then came Shangguan White Rabbit, who stabbed the horse-faced Rakshasa in the heart with his paper sword, but was still easily blocked by the big halberd.

"Oh, awesome." Shangguan Baitu followed Zhao Sanyuan.

The former’s acting skills are exaggerated enough!

It's good that Shangguan White Rabbit won't even act anymore!
"So strong, so strong~" Gao Shou is different. A real social person can quickly assume the role, and the swords he uses all have moves, which are countless times more exciting than the previous two.

The horse-faced Rakshasa gave an approving look, and the halberd he was waving was no longer soft and light.

It was truly a wonderful martial arts performance!

The two sides sometimes entangled and sometimes separated, fighting all the way into the ghost gate. The ghosts on both sides stood against the wall, for fear of being affected by this 'death fight'.

But not everyone can be completely fooled, such as one of the four judges who happens to be at the gate of hell.

When Zhao Sanyuan and the others were approaching the exit, Zhong Kui looked more and more strange. At first he thought it was the horse-faced Rakshasa who was fighting with Black and White Wuchang again, but when they got closer, he realized that it was completely different.

Are you playing, Brother Ma?
You must be worthy of your identity and organization!

Zhong Kui was about to use his sword to intercept, but he suddenly thought that there was no need to do anything here, and looked up from the corner of his eye.

The two door gods are not just decorations. I heard before that they always thought that the job of door gods was too boring and they did not even have the opportunity to show off their power. Now the opportunity is right in front of them. If they meddle in their own business and take down these ghosts, they may be killed by the two door gods. The door god has been chasing and scolding him for hundreds and thousands of years.

Not only Zhong Kui understood this truth, but also all the ghosts and ghosts under the gate of hell understood it, so they all stood in place, expecting to see the thunderous wrath of the two door gods. "Lao Gao, stop fucking playing! Get out now!"

The moment he stepped out of the gate of hell, Zhao Sanyuan turned around and shouted, pulling Shangguan White Rabbit and running towards the underworld.

He was still feeling uneasy in his heart. What he looked back at was not Gaosou, but the two tall and burly statues of door gods. If he was blocked, he would have to open the door again and break through the gate.

The strange thing is that the two door gods still stood in their original positions and blinked at Zhao Sanyuan who turned around.

At this moment, Zhao Sanyuan was completely convinced that the underworld definitely wanted to let him go, even when the old man made trouble in the underworld.

Evil door!

So evil!

"We'll fight again tomorrow~" Gao Shou behind shouted and ran forward.

Zhong Kui and a bunch of shady people have question marks on their foreheads.

Could it be that the two door gods stood frozen for too long?

Zhong Kui immediately took out his sword and reminded loudly, "There is a ghost that has passed through the gate of hell without authorization. Didn't the two gods see it?"

Unexpectedly, Shen Tu dug out his ears and dug out a lot of stone debris, and said nonchalantly: "I'm not blind, of course I can see."

"Since I saw——"

Before he finished speaking, Yu Lei breathed out, "Our current direction is towards the outside of the gate of hell, and those who escape from inside are not under our control."

Zhong Kui's eyes widened.

No matter how much I think about it, I still can't think of a way to figure out whether the gatekeeper has to look at the gates of hell and divide them into internal and external ones. Shouldn't they both be in charge?
The opportunity flies by, and it's too late for the ghosts and ghosts behind the gate of hell to stop them. Zhao Sanyuan and others have rushed into the vast sea of ​​ghosts, and the sky is high and the birds can fly.

"What to do next."

"What should I do?"

"Who will come to meet you? We are approaching Huangquan Road in front of us. We can't—I say! Are you going to go to Huangquan Road in the opposite direction?"

"There's a lot of fucking nonsense!"

Zhao Sanyuan suddenly slowed down in front of the stone monument, and then kicked Gao's head into Huangquan Road.

When Gao Shou stumbled in, it was as if he had stepped into another space and completely disappeared before his eyes. On Huangquan Road, the dry river bed was still spreading forward, flanked by coquettishly blooming Bianhua flowers.

"Take care." Shangguan Baitu stared closely into Zhao Sanyuan's eyes. In her opinion, Zhao Sanyuan was the one most likely to fail in his return to hell.

But she was not hypocritical. After saying a word, she disappeared on the road to hell.

The chaos behind them became louder and louder, and the ghost guards guarding the ghost gate rushed towards Huangquan Road.

Zhao Sanyuan, who was left alone, patted his cheek to cheer up.

Finally arrived at the last step.

No matter what the deep meaning of the underworld is, let’s talk about it after leaving.

"Go home for the New Year!"

He resolutely crossed the dividing line
In an instant, a warm current washed over my whole body, as if I was lazily basking in the sun. It was pleasant and comfortable, and all my thoughts and thoughts were completely cleared away.

when you open your eyes again.

We are in an old room.

Zhao Sanyuan sat on the kang that was a little hot on his buttocks, his eyes a little dazed.

He looked around suspiciously.

Next to him is a dim wooden window, the cardboard above is a bit worn, cold wind seeps through the gaps, and the sun shines warmly.

There are two old paintings on the wall, which are pairs of smiling Fuwa dolls. One is holding a gold ingot, and the other is holding a big koi carp.

"I am"

When Zhao Sanyuan wanted to get up in confusion, he found that his body had shrunk a lot. He looked like he was at least three or four years old. He was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket and was as round as a ball.

Where am I?

Am I still alive?

What on earth am I going to do?
The questions in his mind gradually blurred with the warm and comfortable feeling. After Zhao Sanyuan got off the fire bed, he walked naturally to the old wooden cabinet. The mirror above reflected a childish face, which was so red and cute, as if he was I already knew where the mirror was.

Rubbing his cold cheeks, Zhao Sanyuan wanted to walk out of the room, but hesitated when he reached the not-so-thick door curtain.

He could clearly hear the sounds of humming and chopping vegetables coming from behind the curtain.

"The wind is calm, the snow is ice, the salesman is ringing the bell~"

"Thirty-year-olds stay up all night, and there are dumplings every year on New Year's Eve~"

"Eat dumplings, wear new clothes, and have the New Year's money~"

"Da Bao'er has great ambitions and won three yuan in a row~"

The humming sound is not a natural sound, nor is it a famous song, but it is full of happiness and expectation.

For some reason, the tip of Zhao Sanyuan's nose felt sore and his eyes were moist.

Gently lifting the door curtain, what I saw was a slightly thin woman making dumplings in front of the stove. She was not very old, but the wind and frost left deep marks on her face, and she had many chilblains on her hands. His appearance is somewhat similar to that of Zhao Sanyuan, especially his nose and mouth, which almost seem to be carved from the same mold.

She turned around and saw Zhao Sanyuan walking out of the house. She immediately put down her work and squatted in front of Zhao Sanyuan. Her expression was full of love, but her tone was a bit complaining.

"You're not obedient. I've been beaten for several days and I've just recovered. What if I get sick again? Why are you crying? Tell your mother where it hurts."

"mother?"

"Hey! Mother, mother, are you having a nightmare?"

Zhao Sanyuan's tears flowed uncontrollably, and he threw himself into her arms and cried loudly. Some emotions that seemed to have been suppressed for a long time were completely released at this moment.

"I dreamed that Mom was dead! Dad was dead too! I was left alone. Later, I was... was. It seemed that I hid in the mountains by myself. There were many ghosts and many monsters."

The more she spoke, the more choked up she became, and by the end she was almost just crying.

The mother heard this half-comprehensively. She hugged Zhao Sanyuan and patted his back gently, "Don't be afraid, isn't this what Mom is doing?"

However, Zhao Sanyuan was already crying.

At this moment, he didn't know why he felt so wronged, so helpless and hesitant. He just wanted to cry all the tears in his life to feel relieved.

Seeing this situation, the mother realized something was wrong. While comforting Zhao Sanyuan, she shouted outside the house, "Old Zhao! What kind of damn doctor are you looking for? He treated my son!"

soon.

A man about 30 years old rushed in, carrying the cold wind outside the house. Zhao Sanyuan's eyebrows were almost exactly the same as his, with a bit of fierceness.

When the father saw his son crying so hard that he almost lost his temper, he suddenly became furious.

"What a fool! They say that tall doctor has superb medical skills, but he's so brilliant! Sure enough, a guy with few hairs on his head is just unreliable, so I'm going to chop him alive!"

Then he picked up the hatchet next to the stove and rushed out with murderous intent. His temper was not ordinary.

(End of this chapter)