Immortality starts from the Red Mansion

Chapter 128 Journey to the Underworld

"Master Jia, this is all the information about the children who died." A Shaoxing master respectfully brought a stack of files for Jia Hui to review.

Jia Hui didn't care much that the magistrate didn't meet him in person, as long as the goal was achieved.

After reading more than a dozen files, the most recent of which was just two days ago, Jia Hui already had some confidence.

After thanking him, Jia Hui walked out of the government office and headed to the south of the city, where the latest victim lived.

"Bang bang", several times the sound was louder, and a burst of crying came. Jia Hui sighed and purified the soul of the crying girl hiding in the dark corner and sent it to reincarnation as usual.

The demonic energy left on the girl's body was extremely fresh. Jia Hui's eyes were filled with coldness, and he held the demonic aura in his hands and kept calculating.

"What a thief, he is hiding in this ghost place." Jia Hui followed the traces of evil spirits and came to a dilapidated house.

Every time the centipede essence absorbs the essence of a child, it takes two days to digest it before moving on to the next prey.

Jia Hui recited the formula, and Qin Keqing's figure appeared, holding the mirage picture in his hand.

"Husband, you have summoned me," Qin Keqing said with a happy smile.

Jia Hui nodded slightly, "Ke Qing, please use magic weapons to seal this place to avoid accidentally injuring others due to fighting."

The skills of this centipede spirit are not too bad, and Jia Hui is not sure whether he can defeat the enemy with one move. Therefore, it is better to trap them first, as they cannot harm other people by slaying demons.

Qin Keqing was unequivocal when it came to business. He offered up the magic weapon and enveloped the house, which covers an area of ​​more than an acre, in an instant.

"Who dares to cast a spell to trap me?" A sharp roar rang out, and a huge black armored centipede of more than ten feet was scurrying around in the magic space, but it couldn't escape.

Jia Hui's face was as cold as ice. He ignored Centipede Jing's words and the white dragon in his sleeve flew out like lightning.

Just a circle around the centipede spirit, the huge centipede spirit body split into two parts, running around on the ground.

Streams of poison as thick as smoke and ink were sprayed from the centipede spirit's mouth, and even the mirage derived from the mirage dragon picture was slowly being corroded.

Qin Keqing gave a sweet shout, and nearly endless mirage energy was derived, suppressing the poisonous mist.

"Fortunately, I asked Ke Qing to bring the magic weapon. Otherwise, thousands of people would have died just from the poisonous mist. By then, let alone merit, it would be good if God didn't strike him to death with lightning."

Jia Hui admitted that he still underestimated these notorious monsters. Without a few brushes, how could they dare to be so unscrupulous.

This is something that you cannot learn at all by staying at home. Only by experiencing it yourself can you learn from it.

The white dragon sword light danced in the magic space, and soon the centipede was divided into segments, and the dead ones could no longer die.

But it didn't matter. The white dragon sword stabbed into the void. Centipede Jing's soul had nowhere to escape and was brought into Jia Hui's eyes by the sword light.

"When you were doing evil and killing children, did you still think that today would happen?" Jia Hui smiled coldly and put away the centipede spirit soul.

"Congratulations, husband, for your great merits." Qin Keqing chuckled. The more merits Jia Hui has made, the earlier he can go home to accompany them.

"Ke Qing, thank you very much this time, but this is no joke." Jia Hui held Qin Keqing's little hand.

"Killing this demon like this is an advantage for him. I plan to personally send this demon's soul to the underworld and make him suffer eighteen kinds of torture."

Qin Keqing looked at Jia Hui tenderly, "Husband, you have to be careful. If you encounter any troublesome monsters, just call us sisters."

She was not worried about what would happen if Jia Hui went to the underworld. The underworld in this world was just like that. Even when faced with powerful monsters, he is helpless.

Although Jia Hui has not survived the last of the three disasters, his true strength is already among the best in the world, and there will be no problem in going to the underworld.

The two exchanged a few words, and Qin Keqing went back on her own. It was estimated that a group of people at home were waiting to hear what would happen after she was summoned.

Jia Hui calmed down his thoughts a little, opened his Dharma Eyes, and stepped into the netherworld. A practitioner of his level is full of yang energy, which is enough to protect the physical body from being harmed by the energy of the netherworld.

As soon as they entered the netherworld, the scenery in front of them suddenly changed. A moon hung slanting in the sky, and the trees became weird and craggy, giving people an inexplicable sense of fear.

Following the feeling in his heart, Jia Hui walked forward. The geography of this netherworld was also a bit strange.

The first step is on flat ground, and the next step may be in the mountains, strange and unpredictable.

Along the way, Jia Hui also saw some souls who had died, and he also set foot on the road to hell on his own in a daze.

Suddenly, there was a howl of a ghostly wolf. Jia Hui turned around and smiled. It turned out that two old acquaintances were here.

It is not accurate to say that they are old acquaintances. Jia Hui has been famous to them for a long time, but neither of them probably knows Jia Hui.

These two people are black and white, holding mourning sticks and holding dozens of ghosts on a chain.

"Master Impermanence, I don't want to go to the underworld, please let me go back!"

"I'm not dead, I'm not dead, it's your underworld who made a mistake."

These ghosts have all kinds of ugliness, but what they have in common is that they don't want to go to the underworld.

"Two gods, please be polite." Jia Hui bowed and said with a smile. This black and white impermanence can be regarded as the righteous god of the underworld, and he is an upright god.

Black and White Wuchang glanced at Jia Hui and quickly returned the greeting, "Where is the real person going?"

For this Taoist whose yang energy is like a furnace and who dares to go to the underworld in the body, Black and White Wuchang does not dare to neglect him.

Jia Hui said with a smile, "Pindao killed a monster that killed countless children, captured his spirit, and prepared to send him to the underworld."

Black and white and Wuchang looked at each other and lamented in their hearts for this monster. Meeting such a true Taoist, that monster was unlucky for eight lifetimes.

"The Taoist Master is so righteous. Why don't you go with my brothers? If you have never been to this underworld, the road will not be easy."

"Thank you to the two gods, I've been asking for it for a long time." When Jia Hui heard this, he also got what he asked for. It was just a good time to explore more about the situation in the underworld.

Along the way, Jia Hui also intentionally asked why so many ghosts were stranded in the world. It was probably because they hadn't spoken to strangers for a long time. As long as it was not a confidential matter, he would answer all questions.

"This is not a secret. The underworld of this world is actually a projection and extension of the underworld of the supreme world, and the same is true for heaven.

In the future, if the Taoist master is lucky enough to ascend to that supreme world, he will truly understand how strict the underworld is. "

The Black and White Wuchang brothers explained to each other one by one, "In this world, the power of the underworld is relatively weak. If it is not a ghost who has died, he must rely on the underworld to guide him.

The stronger ones, such as those who died in vain and have the aura of demons in their bodies, need to be rescued by someone, or we brothers can catch them. "

Hei Wuchang pointed at the ghosts chained in his hands, "If it weren't for the clone method given to us by the gods, we two brothers would not be able to finish so much work even if we are exhausted."

Jia Hui also heard it interesting, "Two gods, are you the only two in the underworld who are impermanent?"

"No, Wu Chang is just a god. If the underworld is strong, Wu Chang can set up more teams. Anyway, there are only two of us in this world.

We hope that after working for enough years, we can accumulate some merit and be transferred to a higher world, or simply be reincarnated and practice immortality. "

A few people chatted animatedly here and there, and soon arrived on Huangquan Road.

(End of this chapter)