The Spirit World

Chapter 603: The Eternal Sorrow of the Echo

[The Netherworld]

The road is dark and dark, the realm of rebirth, and all the evil spirits in the world go to the next life together.

Don't talk about judging guilt and redressing grievances, don't talk about clearing up foolishness. There are thousands and thousands of ghost slaves and tens of millions of shackles. Don't ask about gold and silver, don't ask about the future in the next life. Cry sadly, with bones following you. Be miserable, with maggots as your companions. Cry at three o'clock in the morning and sob at five o'clock in the morning, with sorrow and wailing, and be abandoned by the afterlife.

After being in the underworld once, why did he visit me three times? Even if Dameng forgot about me, there is still a time for it to end.

The three mountains of ice and fire are filled with thorns and nails. This is the suffering of the world.

Chang Yufeng and Erica were crouching beside a nail mountain. A naked ghost official with long horns was whipping a whip made of vertebrae. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was smashing it hard on a blood-red man who was nailed to a huge cliff nail.

The ghost officials looked fierce and aggressive because of their protruding fangs, but in fact, their normal appearance was quite creepy.

【Roll and snap】

The ghost official whipped the man's vertebrae, and his flesh and blood were already a mess, but he was still beaten with a loud bang, and blood splattered everywhere.

"One thousand and one!" The ghost official counted the number of his canings, and his hands were shaking.

"what!!"

"Ghost...Ghost Brother...this...puo——" The man spat out a mouthful of blood, staring lifelessly at the hideous ghost official, and said pleadingly: "I've already been beaten...a thousand times..., how many more times do you want..."

"Do you think I want to hit you? Huh?!" The ghost official reluctantly and mercilessly whipped him!
"One thousand and two!"

"what!!"

After counting, the ghost official took a moment to answer the man: "For the mistakes you made, two thousand strokes is a good thing. You are tough. A thousand strokes would have ruptured your bones and turned you into a fierce ghost. You can still talk now, but it's too early. Ah!"

"One thousand and three!"

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Chang Yufeng looked at the ghost official coldly and slowly left Dingshan. He needed to find Qingsheng's first ghost general [Zi Sha]. Zi Sha was in [Three Mountains and Sea of ​​Fire].

Passing by the Nail Mountain, there are three mountains of fire. The evil spirits flying under the dark sky seem to be searching for ghosts in the world who have not yet been punished amid the wailing sounds.

Chang Yufeng and Erica slowly joined the group of little ghosts heading towards the Three Mountains of Fire. In that swaying and fearful group, all the human ghosts looked at Chang Yufeng timidly, not surprisingly.

"Ah~ah~ah~" The person in front of Chang Yufeng began to scream in fear and convulsed violently.

Erica thrust the wand on her sleeve against the man's throat, completely blocking out his voice and preventing the patrolling ghost officers from swimming over.

"Woo... Woo... Woo..." The man felt the pain in his throat and froze, looking at Chang Yufeng helplessly. The fear in his eyes turned into despair.

A foot came from nowhere and kicked the man out of the team.

The ghost officials screamed in shock and swarmed in front of him. They picked up the stammering man and flew into the sky, flying in the sky to the ghost palace of the three mountains and sea of ​​fire.

Chang Yufeng took quick steps and turned into a flash of black light, following the flying Gui Li.

The Three Mountains Fire Sea Hall was filled with the red light of flames, and the flames and ashes were flying all over the sky, covering the already dim sky. However, the magnificent heat waves and terrifying scorching light of the Three Mountains Fire Sea ignited the entire border of hell.

call--

The wind was like a dying struggle that was burning, carrying piece after piece of charred flesh and blood that was churning and burning. The fire scenes that made people dare not look directly at, and the murderous cries surrounded the three mountains of fire. No one could escape this damn cry.

The Three Mountains Fire Sea Hall was surrounded by high mahogany walls. A black trial table was enclosed by a magnificent palace-like building. The gavel was floating silently. The man who was immobilized and locked by the throat was brought into the hall by the ghost officials and knelt down with a snort.

A short ghost official touched the small horn on his head, held a green glowing booklet with some disgust, and snorted.

"What? Do you want to rebel?" The little ghost official was small, but his voice was very loud.

"Ah ba...ah ba...ah...ah...ah ba..." The man pointed at the ghost official who detained him, pointed at his own throat, pointed outside the hall, and even pointed at the little ghost official in the end.

"Chop off your arm." The ghost official coughed coldly, looked at the man with disdain, and scribbled a line on the green book, crossing out the man's name: "Immerse in the sea of ​​fire for three hundred days."

I saw two arms suddenly rolling into the hall, and a floating ghost official suddenly picked up the hands and swallowed them into his stomach.

"Ah... Ah Ba... Ah Ba..." The man looked at the little ghost official in horror, then looked at his arms, not knowing what expression to use to deal with what was happening here. He looked at the little ghost official in shock and horror, with tears in his eyes, but he could do nothing.

"Dig out the eyes."

“Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhh!!”

"You didn't live well when you were alive, you did all kinds of evil things, and you can't rest in peace even after you die. You really have a personality." The little ghost closed the book, turned around and shouted with more disgust: "Take him to Yanshan Prison for three hundred days."

“Ah… Ah…”

The young ghost turned around and tried to leave, but a black light flashed, and a blade pierced his ear and cut through his horn. The green horn fell from the young ghost's head and turned into black smoke. The young ghost was suddenly surprised, watching the black sword burning down. A black figure instantly stood in front of him, with those terrible and sharp eyes, as if looking at any dead object.

Then his terrifying voice shook the little ghost official's brain and made him take a step back.

"Zisha, where are you?"

Chang Yufeng held Jueying on the little ghost official's neck and skillfully grabbed the little ghost official's hand with his backhand. The green booklet fell to the ground instantly. Chang Yufeng grabbed the little ghost official's hand and pressed him down hard to prevent him from moving.

Such pressure caught the little ghost official off guard, and he could only turn his head to look at Chang Yufeng's profile. His thin cheek looked like a terrifying sharp blade.

"Lord Zi...Lord Zisha is resting..." The little ghost official was feeling uncomfortable under the pressure. Chang Yufeng pressed his knee against the little ghost official's waist and kicked him hard.

"Call him out!"

"Ah... this..." The young ghost official was obviously a little embarrassed.

"What? Can't you scream?" Chang Yufeng kicked the little ghost official's knee hard, making him bend his knees again. At this moment, Chang Yufeng picked up Jueying in his hand and was about to wipe the little ghost official's head.

"Scream...scream, scream..." The little ghost official was about to say something, but was instantly kicked to the ground by Chang Yufeng, who suddenly distanced himself from the little ghost official.

"Ah~ No need to shout, I'm coming~" A figure slowly walked over to the little ghost official and yawned leisurely: "Hey~ I thought I could sleep well, but now I have to fight with others like this, it's really rare..."

Zi Sha was a little lazy, but that was all. He was wearing the red and black robe of the judge of the underworld, with a purple sickle hanging lightly on his back, looking at Chang Yu Feng.

However, when he took his first look at Chang Yufeng, he paused in astonishment. "Aren't you... with Meng Po and the others? Looking for Huangying..."

He laughed: "What? Why are you bullying my new ghost official? Really..." Zi Sha looked at Chang Yu Feng's murderous face, and suddenly fell silent again. He touched his belly uncomfortably: "Oh... the little brat is coming..."

"Are you Zisha?" Chang Yufeng swung the black knife, making a beautiful sword flower, and was about to take a big step forward to kill.

Zisha rolled his eyes and threw the sickle at his waist, which just rushed straight at Jueying, making a loud clanging sound. Jueying trembled, and with a violent roar, he burst into a purple murderous aura, which entangled Chang Yufeng's right hand.

"Listen to what others say first, okay?" Zisha had long purple hair and spoke in a female voice, but her muscular body was buried under the judge's uniform, which created a strong sense of incongruity.

"You want my sickle. Okay... take it." Zisha took out a small candy wrapped in colored paper from somewhere and threw it on Chang Yufeng's head.

"Catch it..." Then Zi Sha helplessly watched Chang Yu Feng being hit by the candy and threw the sickle at Chang Yu Feng's feet.

The young ghost official rubbed his body, slowly looked at the two people who were acting like funny guys... and slipped away.

"Take it, take it. Xunhuangying is having dinner at Mengpo's place, and Niwang is here too. We can do it all in one go. Remember to come back early. Xunhuangying owes us a favor. Don't let him down." Zisha leisurely peeled off the colored paper and threw the candy into his mouth.

Her eyebrows are a bit thick, but they still look pretty. Their laziness and leisure make them look even more... masculine.

However, after Chang Yufeng was hit directly by Jueying's sickle, he seemed to be entangled by Jueying's furious hatred. His hands kept shaking and he couldn't put the sword back into the scabbard.

He watched Zi Sha throw the sickle to the ground, or to be more precise, he threw it exactly at his feet.

Let him pick it up.

Next to the sickle, a piece of colorful paper candy was lying there quietly.

Let him pick it up.

Of course, Zisha's laziness definitely did not mean any ill will, but rather a sense of refreshment. It was just that Chang Yufeng was entangled by Jueying, and even if he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, he was unable to put it back into the sheath.

"Go quickly. After Xun Huangying finishes his meal, he will go to play cards with the young prince. You have always wanted to see him, right..." Zisha looked at Chang Yufeng, who was unable to control himself, gritting his teeth, and struggling to control Jueying, and looked a little embarrassed, and really laughed softly: "Why didn't I choose you? I think you should have known it, so it's better not to meet..."

Chang Yufeng was almost stretched to the limit right now, and he had nothing to say at this moment. His cold and embarrassed look surprised Erica, who had just arrived here.

Zisha looked at Erica's robe and suddenly changed his usual behavior, becoming a little serious: "People are not allowed to come here... Do you know that, little sister? Even if Xun Huangying guarantees, you can't come here." Zisha chewed the candy, took out another candy from the pocket of his sleeve, and threw it directly to Erica: "Well... forget it... It's all fine. Anyway, I don't care if there are one or two of you. As long as you can bear the side effects of coming to the underworld, I definitely don't care."

Zisha's face slowly turned into white bones. She seemed to want Chang Yufeng and Erica to see the side effects of the underworld. Half of her face was slightly red skin, and the other half was white bones. But soon, she returned to her original state.

"But, for you, it doesn't matter anymore..."

Zisha looked at the two siblings who were slowly approaching each other. They looked at each other inadvertently. Erica took the candy and listened quietly to every word Zisha said.

"Hurry up..."

Although Zisha felt that she was talking to two mutes, she didn't care. So, to her, it didn't matter how deaf and dumb these two people were.

Erica didn't know what to say at this time. To her, Zisha was just incomprehensible.

Erica hit Chang Yufeng's right arm with the tail of the magic wand. The blue spiritual power quickly gushed from the magic wand into Chang Yufeng's right arm. Jueying also slowly calmed down because of this absolute spiritual power suppression. Chang Yufeng quickly retracted the wand and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zisha finished chewing the candy and looked down at Erica as she picked up her sickle.

For a moment, Erica's hand paused, and she looked at Zisha, her hair standing on end in shock.

"how?"

Zisha asked slowly.

He stopped taking the candy.

"No..." Erica finally spoke, although it was only a few seconds. Everything she said only paused for one second, and she quickly came behind Chang Yufeng.

Chang Yufeng looked at Zisha who handed over the sickle so easily, and instead looked at his own arm somewhat unwillingly. The afterimage of Jueying's rage was like the urge to kill that could no longer be suppressed.

This was even more frustrating than a direct defeat... making Chang Yufeng feel defeated. However, he remained quiet and slowly stopped in the hall, silent and ruthless.

"Xun Huangying...why didn't you choose me?"

He was calm, like an old sparrow that would never fly again, waiting for death on his finger.

"Then you have to ask him... or maybe, ask yourself..."

Zisha waved his hands helplessly and put another candy into his mouth.

She chewed it gently, and perhaps accidentally swallowed the candy into her stomach.

"Why... am I... like this?" Chang Yufeng slowly tried to draw his knife, but was severely hit by Erica's magic wand.

Erica frowned and looked at Chang Yufeng's calmness.

In that calmness, Chang Yufeng's eyes looked dead and extinct.

"Because you have too strong a murderous intention." Zi Sha snorted, as if answering him.

"Those we killed were all bad guys, what's... wrong with that?" Chang Yufeng placed his hand on Jueying's hilt, snorted in his throat, and then tried to pull it out again, but Erica hit him hard with the handle of her magic wand again.

"Xun Huangying used to be the law enforcer of the royal family. You have to ask him."

Zisha was wearing a red and black judge's uniform, fluttering in the black wind...

Zisha took out another candy... Perhaps she felt it was a pity to swallow the candy she just swallowed, so she held the current candy between her fingers, slowly put it to her mouth, bit it with her teeth, and took a deep bite.

The candy fell into her throat like crystal tears...

Heavy...

Leave.

(End of this chapter)