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Chapter 815: The Road to Hell is Guarded by Heroic Spirits

Wang Yunxiao realized at a glance that this thing was not a domestic product.

The spider spirits in our place all like to take baths, none of them live so deep underground.

Lian Luo is guarding this place personally, so there is no need to worry even if those spiders crawl up.

What she really needs to worry about is whether her panda bomb will cause the passage to collapse.

And it turns out that this worry is absolutely necessary.

Just five minutes after leaving the ice bridge, I felt a violent tremor behind me and the ice and snow above my head fell down.

But the good news is that this dangerous journey is about to end.

After passing through a gate again, the snow and wind disappeared instantly, replaced by a trance-like dead world.

Wang Yunxiao subconsciously covered his mouth and nose, although he didn't smell any special smell.

Then he saw the ruined temple in the mist in the distance.

On the tattered plaque at the entrance of the temple, you can still vaguely see the three big characters "Chenghuang Temple".

This is hell!
Teacher Liu once said in class that the outer dimension can be divided into three categories.

One is called the higher dimension, which is the legendary heaven and star realm.

One is called a subsidiary dimension, which is a small dimension attached to the real world, like Nanke Middle School, or it can be called a plane fragment.

The last special one is dreams and the underworld.

Dreams and death are concepts that transcend normal human cognition but are understood by all human beings.

Different from the myths and legends, customs and practices of different ethnic groups, dreams and death are two areas that everyone knows but cannot understand.

Therefore, dreams and the underworld can be intertwined and overlapped with all other dimensions.

Just like condiments such as sugar and salt, you can't do without them no matter what dish you cook.

This familiar feeling reminded Wang Yunxiao of the feeling he had when he first entered the Millennium Dynasty world. There was no doubt that this was the underworld, but it was not the underworld on his side.

They have successfully reached the other side.

The road under my feet is still moving forward. Although there are no clear signposts, in such a gloomy and spooky place, there should be no other option except to move forward.

"Did you hear anything?"

As soon as Wang Yunxiao heard someone say this, he knew something was going to happen.

Hurry! Stuff the rag, put on the hood, and tie it up in one stop!

The brothers haven't done this job for a long time, so their movements are a bit stiff.

The members of the Second Team of the Special Service Department who were following nearby blushed because they had experienced this kind of service themselves last time.

"Don't stop! Pick up your pace! Keep going! Run! You'll be home soon!"

Wang Yunxiao loudly encouraged morale.

His eyesight was far superior to that of an average person, and he could already see something staggering towards him in the mist in the distance.

An inexplicable sense of fear enveloped everyone's heart, and everyone involuntarily quickened their pace.

But some people can't run.

Li Mingshen carried a heavy bag, gritted his teeth and followed the team, with veins on his forehead exposed.

After all, he was old, and he had to carry a bag that was many times heavier than others. No matter how hard he tried, his steps were getting heavier. Once a person gets older and shows signs of aging, he will naturally attract evil spirits.

Suddenly he stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud. When he tried to get up, he felt a sharp pain in his mouth accompanied by a fishy-sweet taste, as if he had knocked out a tooth.

In a trance, he saw a hideous-looking big-headed ghost approaching him and licking his face with its long tongue.

"roll--!"

Li Mingshen shouted angrily, and the blood in his mouth mixed with saliva sprayed all over the big-headed ghost's body and face. The big-headed ghost screamed and turned into billowing black smoke and disappeared.

You have no right to take my life!

Wang Yunxiao rushed over and pulled him up.

"Books! My books!"

Li Mingshen had blood coming out of his mouth, but he still struggled to get his own bag.

"Ma Tuan!"

These ghosts swarmed in from all directions, and the entire team fell into chaos. Wang Yunxiao didn't even bother to pick up the bag and could only call on the brothers behind him.

If he weren't burdened by these ordinary people, he would be able to eat these unpresentable things raw with mustard and soy sauce.

But the problem lies precisely in the burden of these ordinary people. Some were screaming and crying, some were fleeing in panic, and some were having epilepsy and foaming at the mouth. No amount of hands could hold them back.

With a slight hushing sound, countless pages of paper flew everywhere.

The entertainer Xiao Hulu, who was hiding in the team, finally took action.

All kinds of strange and bizarre ghosts around her disappeared instantly as soon as they touched her paper, and turned into lifelike patterns on the paper.

But at this time, Wang Yunxiao not only did not relax, but instead became more vigilant.

When Qi Zhao and Ling Guan took action, it was also when they were at their most vulnerable.

If they were to encounter a surprise attack from that shameless old man, the palace soldiers would not be able to protect them at all.

Didn't they say there are no fucking supernatural powers here? Ghosts aren't considered supernatural?
Wang Yunxiao just wanted to curse.

Although those evil spirits were temporarily contained by the small gourd, there were still some ghosts that looked like zombies wandering around. They seemed to be more advanced, and the small gourd's methods had no effect on them.

As they gradually approached, Wang Yunxiao noticed that these ghosts were holding swords and spears, with strange and incomprehensible talismans painted on their bodies. Their bodies were incomplete, as if they had suffered extremely cruel torture before death.

The greater the resentment one has during life, the more likely one is to become a ghost after death.

Just as Wang Yunxiao was about to take action, he heard a heavy sigh in the air.

Then someone said, "Brothers, please let them go."

As soon as these words were spoken, the ghosts actually stopped.

Wang Yunxiao looked in the direction of the sound and found that he had walked into a city gate tower without knowing when. On the top of the city gate tower, there was a human head hanging high. Although the face was covered in blood, it looked somewhat familiar.

Li Mingshen whispered, "It turned out to be the hero Wang Lu. When the foreign coalition entered the city, he led a group of fellow disciples in a bloody battle with the foreigners in the city for several days, fighting to the death. Later, in order to protect the women and children in distress, he took the initiative to surrender and was beheaded by the foreigners for public display. His head was hung at the South City Gate..."

It's him?

Recalling the piece of time and space fragment that he had accidentally entered in the moat dimension, Wang Yunxiao felt a mixture of emotions.

"Everyone, hurry up. After passing the city gate, you will reach the road to the living world."

The head on the city gate spoke up and said, "Don't be afraid of those brothers. They were all heroes when they were alive. They just don't recognize strangers."

(End of this chapter)