Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

For some reason, Jiale felt that these mechanical dogs were not as friendly as the VIPs in the morgue.

Obviously, a group of beings that are not humans, animals, or even living beings, but can run and move, are even more terrifying.

It can be said that it is no worse than a ghost.

After arranging the two masters' bodies, Jiale finally thought of something and whispered secretly:
"Jingjing, have you noticed that Senior Zhao seems a little different?"

Jingjing thought about it and nodded seriously:
"Yes, it seems a little different. He didn't say a word to us in the past two days, but just now he actually..."

"What else? Tell me quickly so I can hear your comments?"

Jingjing and Jiale looked weird and stiff.

Looking at the "Zhao Yingkong" who appeared in front of him as if teleporting, he couldn't help but stutter.

"Zhao, Zhao, Zhao..."

"Gudong!"

"Senior Zhao is now more approachable. Yes, he is approachable."

Hearing this, Zhao Yingkong's pretty face, which had been expressionless until now, suddenly revealed a charming smile.

The young man Jiale was stunned when he saw this.

But soon, my calves started to tremble.

Jingjing also nervously hugged Jiale beside her again.

Because they are not blind.

It’s right next to this “Zhao Yingkong”, which is on their right hand side.

There is also a senior named Zhao who looks exactly the same as me in terms of his dress and facial features.

Senior Zhao was holding a red spiritual power ribbon in his hand with his eyes closed, reporting his location to Zheng Zha, Chu Xuan and the others.

But, if that person was Senior Zhao, then the one who was talking to them now...

Seeing Jiale and Jingjing's gazes, "Zhao Yingkong" raised his index finger and placed it on Jingjing's lips.

Smiling, she whispered, "Shh, don't let her find out."

Jiale and Jingjing looked at each other.

Jiale: We seem to have seen a ghost.

Jingjing: It’s not like, I just met him, and he’s a very powerful person, which so many seniors haven’t discovered.

Jiale suddenly realized: Jingjing, could this be related to our master and this ghost?
Jingjing: Even if we are related, we can’t beat each other.

Jiale saw "Zhao Yingkong" standing in front of the altar, touching the talisman paper and lighting a stick of incense.

Listening carefully, he murmured:

"Ghost Month, Ghost Festival, this is what's going on. Such a rich spiritual environment, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity..."

Seeing this nervous look.

Jiale nodded seriously, confirming that this was an existence they could not afford to offend.
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Let’s not talk about what happened in the room for now.

Zhan Lan's mental scan at this moment has a range of nearly three hundred kilometers.

However, the formation that Xiao Hong Law Firm could afford to set up was definitely not of such a large scope.

So it only covers a circle with a diameter of fifty kilometers centered on the room.

Because Zhan Lan can be sure.

At that moment, even though Master Ikkyu and Taoist Simu had magical powers, they definitely did not move too far away.

And that is exactly what is happening.

Just like that an hour passed.

With the help of the Binding Dao, Slapping Toes to Chase the Bird and the Dragon-Seeking Ruler, the three souls of the two were found smoothly.

Because there is no guidance from the three souls of heaven, earth and man, only one soul is left alone, without any intelligence. It will just stand there stupidly, waiting for the daybreak to end everything.

However, the Zhongzhou team couldn't find the remaining two human souls no matter how hard they searched.

Even Zhao Yingkong's binding method did not react at all.

Watching the moon rise to the center.

Everyone in the Zhongzhou team knew that the gates of hell in this world were about to open.

Chu Xuan: "Zhan Lan, is there anything abnormal in the range?"

"To be able to conceal the soul's aura, there must be someone other than us in this formation."

Zhan Lan frowned and felt the surroundings:

“Abnormal…abnormal…”

"Water, yeah, there are no fish in the pond, does that count?"

As he spoke, Zhan Lan immediately projected a mentally covered scene into Chu Xuan's mind.

"The pond, six o'clock."

As soon as Chu Xuan finished speaking, all the people who were scattered around searching rushed towards the direction of the pool.

Zheng Zha is the fastest.

When he arrived, he observed carefully and was the first to notice something was wrong.

At this time, Zheng Zha looked up into the air.

The night is falling, and the stars are shining under the moonlight.

The pool of water at the foot of the mountain is like an ancient mirror, quiet and clear.

As the figure was running fast and the breeze was blowing, layers of delicate ripples appeared on the water surface.

The willow trees by the pond are swaying in the water, reflecting each other with the stars in the water, interweaving into a picturesque picture.

(Willow tree? No, there is no reflection in the water. This is not a willow tree at all!)
Zheng Zha saw the clue at the first sight without any hesitation.

Attached to the body and rushing down.

But at this moment, it seemed as if God was playing a joke on the Zhongzhou team.

Just as Zheng Zha was about to touch the water, the moonlight in the sky suddenly dimmed.

A ball of white mist appeared out of nowhere.

In the blink of an eye, the lake was covered.

Zheng Zha hurriedly flapped the wings behind him and only then did he manage to stop outside the white fog in a precarious manner.

Zhan Lan, Chen Zilong, Chu Xuan and others arrived one after another.

Zhu Wen stood on the Green Goblin skateboard, looking at the white mist beneath her, then looked down at her watch.

Sighed:

"It was just after midnight, 11 o'clock at night, and this phenomenon..."

Without saying it explicitly, everyone knew that this was probably the legendary Ghost Festival.

Saito sat cross-legged on the broom and shook his head and said:
"I didn't expect that what we said would come true. The gate of hell is actually located above the lake."

Just this moment.

The white fog appeared suddenly, and its disappearance was also very strange.

But no one in the air paid attention to this supporting role.

Because as the white mist faded away, the originally gentle and bright moonlight in the sky suddenly became pale and cold.

The stars are sparse and the pool is like a mirror, so smooth that it seems to reflect the human soul.

However, ripples began to appear on the water surface, as if something was rolling under the water, struggling to break free from the constraints of the water surface.

Suddenly, there was a splash of water and a huge black shadow rose from the ground.

Or to be more precise, it should be said to rise from the water.

Because this legendary existence just rose up from beneath the water with a few ripples.

The surface of the water seemed to be cut by an invisible force, revealing a bottomless crack.

In the crack, black fog lingered and the air of the underworld spread, bringing with it a bone-chilling chill.

At the top of the stone gate, which is as pale as bones, is a winding arch bridge.

The three dark black characters "Gate of Hell" on it made everyone who saw it feel a chill in their hearts.

As it rose, the stone door carved with evil spirits opened directly.

From the center of the darkness, clear sounds of crying and howling were heard.
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I am an old locust tree.

When I opened my eyes, I discovered that I had the ability to protect ghosts.

No, maybe it should be instinct.

They, these ghosts, all like me very much.

I like them as well.

Until one day.

A strange door rose up in front of me, and after I sent them in, I found that I had suddenly changed.

In their words, I have become stronger.

In this way, year after year, I sent off batch after batch.

I became stronger little by little.

Ten years, or a hundred years?
One hundred years, or three hundred years?

As time went by, the number of ghosts I could shelter increased and the scope became wider.

The concealment effect is also becoming more and more outstanding, to the point that if I don’t deliberately reveal my figure, even the ghost can’t see me.

Later, when I sent in another batch of ghosts.

I found that I had an extra ability, which was at that particular time.

I can "summon" this door to appear next to me.

So that I can send them in easily. Although I can't move, I learn more and more knowledge from the ghosts.

So much so that I realized that I was a locust tree, a monster.

But I heard them say I was a good demon.

A beautiful monster that is rarely seen once in a hundred or a thousand years.

Until today, I met the two strangest ghosts in my life.

They are a monk and a Taoist priest respectively.

As for why I know, because I have seen it.

Three hundred years ago I learned about monks. They are a group of people who have a job.

A hundred years ago, I knew about Taoists. They were a stinky group of people.

But this is the first time I have seen both types of people at the same time.

By the way, I learned from a Taoist priest why I was able to become stronger.

In his words, this is a great merit.

I asked him again, what is merit?
He said that merit is exclusive to good people and good monsters.

I asked him again, what else?

He said I couldn't know too much.

I asked him why again, but he said he wouldn't tell me anything.

Finally, he said one last word before entering the door.

He said that as long as I keep doing this, I will become stronger and stronger.

By the way, the two people I met today were very interesting.

After they knew my story, they all showed that they liked me very much.

And they seemed to know each other.

This is the first time I have seen a ghost die together with a friend.

Yeah, I understand this.

It is said in the picture book that we do not ask to be born on the same day of the same month of the same year, but we ask to die on the same day of the same month of the same year.

I think this is how their relationship should be.

That's great, I want a friend like this too.

I want to talk to them more.

But unfortunately, they showed up at an inopportune time.

Because the gate was coming, I didn't have much time to chat with them.

They keep saying that they are not dead, but I have seen too many such beings.

I once made mistakes because I was soft-hearted, and those mistakes cost me many years before I could become stronger again.

so now.

No one can stop me from continuing to be a good demon.
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midnight.

When transparent ghosts walked out from the shade of the trees.

Only then did Zhan Lan and Xiao Honglu understand what was going on.

Within the range of their double coverage, there was actually a powerful tree demon who was good at hiding.

Moreover, the locust tree is a spirit that has the natural ability to protect the dead.

This has to be said to be a fickle fate.

midair.

Among the dozen or so translucent ghosts, Zheng Zha and Zhan Lan beside him saw the two special beings at a glance.

One was wearing Taoist robes and the other was wearing a monk's robes.

Compared with other ghosts who were in a trance and confused, these two beings were obviously more agile and conscious.

But it was only limited to facial expressions; the entire soul's limbs and body were out of their control.

Instead, it was trapped by a locust tree vine.

Just when Zheng Zha wanted to rush out.

Zhan Lan, who had been paying attention, quickly called out in his heart.

"Wait, something seems to be coming out of the door."

"careless…………"

As Zhan Lan's voice rang out, several people standing in the air flew uncontrollably towards the open door below.

The sudden and huge suction force caught everyone off guard.

Those ghosts that had originally walked out of the shelter of the shade of the trees were sucked in at the first moment like floating catkins.

Even now, it is too late for them to take action.

And what's more dangerous is.

As the gates of hell opened.

As the dense Yin energy boiled, the three thousand light wheels under Saito's body were the first to have problems.

He immediately lost the ability to fly and flew downwards.

Afterwards, the Green Goblin skateboards under Chu Xuan, Cheng Xiao, Zhu Wen, and Zhang Heng's feet began to malfunction one after another.

At the critical moment, the red cloak flashed out from the gap in space and turned into red silk that rolled towards the falling people.

The other end fell into the hands of Zheng Zha and Zhan Lan who were still able to hold on.

Perhaps sensing something, the gate of hell above the water opened a little again.

It is these few points that cause the force absorbed inward to become stronger and stronger.

As Zhan Lan was trying to consolidate his body shape, his mental energy was depleted more and more, and he finally staggered.

Fortunately, Zheng Zha turned sideways and grabbed Zhan Lan in time. Zhan Lan also reacted quickly and hugged Zheng Zha's waist with both hands at the first moment.

Two long legs in jeans were clamped together.

Although Saito Ichi, Chen Zilong and Cheng Xiao knew that it was a bit inappropriate, they still looked at each other tacitly.

(Sure enough, there is one leg. No, it should be two legs.)
As the absorption power increased, Zheng Zha had to unlock the genetic lock.

The upper body began to swell as well.

The wings, like flesh and blood palms, began to bulge with muscles and then began to grow to the sides.

Soon it became a being with a wingspan of more than ten meters. Only with such wings could it withstand the suction force at the gate of hell.

All of a sudden.

Zheng Zha at the top actually started an inexplicable tug-of-war game with Ghost Gate above the pool.

Chu Xuan, who was wrapped in a red cloak in the center, suddenly asked in his mind:

"Xiao Honglu, what will happen to Simu and Ikkyu if they lose their human souls?"

Xiao Honglu, who was above the mansion in his mind, obviously knew what had happened and guessed Chu Xuan's plan.

But he still said:

"The three souls of heaven, earth and man are indispensable. The loss of the human soul will lead to the loss of vitality. The individual may lose vital signs such as consciousness, breathing and heartbeat."

"Simply coming here means death. Unlike the seven souls, if a person's soul doesn't return to its place within seven days, he will die!"

After getting the answer, Chu Xuan no longer hesitated, and suddenly raised his head and shouted:
"Zheng Zha, enter the underworld!"

"Li Xiao, Zhao Yingkong, Xiao Honglu, protect them!"

Hearing this, Zheng Zha and Zhan Lan looked at each other and both nodded.

Zheng Zha retracted his wings, turned over and hugged Zhan Lan tightly.

Then the red ribbon wrapped around everyone and they fell into the dark gate of hell.
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As the spiritual link is broken.

"Zhao Yingkong" inside the room said with a sweet smile:

"It's easy to get into this hell gate, but it's hard to get out."

"What do you think, sister......"

As she spoke, her jade-white fingers stroked the dense cold sweat on Jiale and Jingjing's foreheads.

Seeing the frightened looks of the boy and girl in front of him, "Zhao Yingkong" couldn't help but stand up and stretch out of boredom.

His eyes swept across the unconscious Ikkyu and Simu, and after thinking for a moment, he waved his hand without further action.

Instead, she raised her head and lifted her white neck.

He looked at Xiao Honglu and Li Xiao who were sitting cross-legged in the air and gave a sincere smile.
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The underworld is the place of darkness.

The air was thick with fog and darkness was endless.

On the road to the underworld, fallen leaves are fluttering in the wind, and wandering ghosts are walking slowly, with dull eyes and a lost look.

On the side, the Naihe Bridge spans the Wangchuan River. The river water is sparkling, but it is also icy and chilly.

Meng Po sat at the end of the bridge, holding a ceramic bowl in her hand. The soup in the bowl exuded an enticing aroma, but also had a coolness that made people sink.

The hometown platform is far away, the ghost is leaning on the railing, looking out, his eyes are full of longing, as if there are thousands of words choked in his throat.

The red spider lily is as red as blood and silk, so red that it makes the soul tremble, and it appears particularly dazzling in the darkness.

In front of King Yama's throne, there are many little ghosts, each with a hideous face, holding iron chains, responsible for leading the dead souls to the reincarnation path.

Beside the road of reincarnation, on the platform of looking back at hometown, the souls of the dead are reluctant to leave the worldly life, but have to follow the sound of reincarnation and enter the afterlife.

The cold wind blows the corners of every soul, as if telling the unfulfilled fate in this world.

In the underworld, there is no day or night, and it is eternally dark. Only a few ghost lights, like a dream, guide the way home.

Here, the wealth and splendor of one’s past life is but a passing cloud, and only karma follows one, accompanying the dead soul into reincarnation. (End of this chapter)