Started from practicing sword in the countryside of the second dimension

All the gods and generals could see that there was indeed a strange world in this painting. The key point was whether this painting of hell without the Buddha's guiding light could really be flown out directly as the other party said.

After thinking for a while, the general of the gods pulled out a bunch of hair from his head, and then moved his fingers around to connect all the hair together to make a long thin rope.

"It should be enough if I just go in and out instantly... Painter Ayamechi, please wait here for a moment."

The general of the gods pulled the hair rope slightly, felt its firmness, nodded, and tied one end of the rope to his little finger.

The next moment, he flicked his finger, and the other long, hard-to-see hair followed his force and turned several corners in the room, finally forming a strange circle, and the center of the circle was the painter Acorus Pond.

"Oh~ Don't worry, I'll be here waiting for you to come back."

A single strand of hair was very fine, and the movement of the general was very subtle, so the painter Acorus Pond did not notice his action.

"Well, let's do this for now."

Kaishin General turned his gaze to the Jigoku-e, but his attention was behind him.

He checked it carefully, making sure that if anything happened to him, this setting would allow the rope of his hair to slide instantly towards the neck of the Acorus Pond painter.

Although he felt that the painter Acorus Pond had no reason to lie, he still needed to take some measures just in case.

If there is no mistake after entering, you can just collect the mechanism when you come back.

But if the situation inside is different from what the other party said, and it is difficult to return normally, then the remaining move can be regarded as a counterattack.

After all, according to what the other party said, if the sky is the exit, the two sides should be connected all the time, and the hair rope in his hand will not break after going in.

Therefore, he first stretched the hair in his hand towards the Hell Painting, and continued to push it forward along the induction, watching it gradually disappear on the surface of the Hell Painting.

"I think he's been there for quite a while... Well, is everything alright? Then let's go check it out in person."

After pushing it forward for a distance, General Jieshen pulled the hair rope back, looked at the intact rope, and felt that it was time.

His arm lightly touched Jigokuhui, feeling the aura that was completely different from the real world, and without any hesitation, he took a step forward.

“Eh? Is this… the surface of the painting?”

After taking this step, Kaishin General entered the hell, but now it seemed to be just a passage-like environment.

There was still a road ahead of him, and on the left and right were the paintings of hell that he had seen outside just now.

It was as if after this step, the entire piece of paper with the hell painting rolled up into a circle and turned into a cylindrical passage.

"Is this the design? The first part... well, it's interesting. It has gravity. Most people probably won't be able to handle it and will be sucked in, but I'm fine."

Going further, we reached a place similar to a border.

The painting of Hell disappeared, and a blank dark space appeared.

Look into the darkness.

All the gods and generals saw a huge space below, where there were endless red iron trees, houses emitting thick black smoke, and some weeds they had never seen before.

Judging from the direction, his entire perspective should be a certain point high in the sky.

"I go in, out, in, out... well, I can come out after putting most of my body in, so it should be fine."

All the gods tried repeatedly near the edge, first half of their bodies went in, then came out, and then their whole bodies, but at the moment of coming out they used a finger to hold the edge of the passage and then returned.

There was no response to this channel and it looked like just an ordinary channel.

"In that case, just go in directly. Oh, by the way, we have to retract the rope, otherwise the painter of the calamus pond might... cough cough."

Since the other party was telling the truth and there was no trap, it was impossible for the generals to leave the fatal mechanism there all the time. They flicked their fingers and the force went out along their fingertips.

"Well, that's about it... Put your hair here first, so I can see where the evil spirit is underneath."

After dealing with the problem, the general took off the hair that was wrapped around his fingers, thought about it, and then put it directly in this passage.

I turned around and faced downwards.

The space below is quite large and there are many buildings. He has to find a better place to go down.

"Well, let's go to a place with many buildings. I don't know how many evil spirits there are here and how many attribute points they can provide me."

As for evil spirits, none of the gods and generals have ever dealt with them, so it's hard to judge how much energy they can provide to him.

However, even if the energy available to an individual is small, it should be considerable if he brushes more.

I just hope that these evil ghosts are not the kind of ghosts with high moral values.

Since they are called evil ghosts, they have to be a little more evil.

All the gods and generals hope that the only evil ghosts they will encounter next are the kind of evil ghosts that they can easily defeat with just one word.

Chapter 59: Devil's Train

'boom'

With a loud crashing sound, the general of all gods fell vertically from the sky and landed simply and clearly in the middle of a seemingly normal street.

Surprisingly, even though the noise was extremely loud, there wasn't much damaged ground, only some dents and cracks at the fall.

"Interesting, the ground here is very solid, is the composition different?"

The general of the Gods climbed up from the ground in a Terminator's posture, took a look at the cracks on the ground, stepped on it and guessed.

It was already strange looking from above, and even more so once inside.

First, the trees—yes, there are trees here.

The problem is that all the trees are dry, there are no green leaves on the branches, and the branches are like solid iron bars, perfect for hanging a few people on them.

There are several red marks on the trunk of each tree, and it is not known whether this red mark is blood or something else.

The buildings on both sides looked no different from those in the real world, but like the trees, there were traces of red everywhere.

"They said there were evil spirits everywhere. The smell was strong but I didn't see any..."

The environment was not important to Kaishinjoshin. He looked around, trying to find the evil ghosts in the hell painting, but found that there was no ghost in this area.

The smell was so strong that it seemed to rush into his nostrils, but all he could see was a solitary building.

"Underground, platform... Is there any open space over there?"

Even though the aura of evil spirits was everywhere, after a little observation, the generals and ministers of the gods discovered that the aura was strongest in three places, which should be the places where the evil spirits usually move around.

Not to mention the platform, there is no train stopping on the abandoned railway tracks next to the platform.

"Woo--" "Woo--" "Woo--"

Just as the general was thinking this and preparing to go to the open space nearby to take a look, the end of the world seemed to him to be a barren area with nothing in it.

Suddenly, an old and dilapidated train came roaring towards us.

And this train is filled with the aura of evil spirits.

"Ghosts can't fly here... so just block the door."

Kaishin Shoomi couldn't understand why the evil spirits in Jigoku-e could travel on the tram, but he didn't need to know that.

He was not here to understand the ecological environment of the evil spirits in Jigoku-Eri.

Without hesitation, all the gods walked to the platform entrance of the evil ghost train, waiting for the evil ghosts to arrive.

"I see... red and blue ghosts, what a tradition."

As the train got closer, the evil spirits in the carriages gradually became clearer in the eyes of the gods and generals.

The evil spirits in these trains are basically of two colors, either red or blue, with one or two protruding horns on their heads.

【noisy】【noisy】

Since the gods and generals can see evil ghosts, the evil ghosts in the carriage naturally saw the gods and generals on the platform, and a noisy sound suddenly broke out inside.

"Hey, that's a human, right?"

"Human? Really? Move aside and let me see."

"Where do humans come from in this hell?"

"From the look of his aura, he's a youkai that looks like a human, right?"

"It has a hint of Sojyobo, maybe a tengu."

"It doesn't matter if he's a human or a tengu. Let's wrap him up in a mat and throw him into the big pot to cook. I haven't eaten the meat of either for a long time."

"That's true. A Tengu with no special features isn't afraid of eating a hard-to-chew nose, and it chews better than a human. Alas, I'm so lucky."

"Although we are all ghosts, you are too barbaric. Eating something of unknown origin will make you sick."

The evil spirits in the carriage were somewhat surprised, but more of them were delighted.

They were eager to try and excitedly discussed how to cook the gods' generals to make the meat more tender.

There were only a few who showed little interest in this and kept away from the gods and ministers to do what they had originally intended to do.

"Tsk, they even let go of such a rare delicacy, where did those guys come from?"

"It seems to be from the blood pond hell."

"Blood Pond Hell? No wonder. After being burned by the flames of karma for so long, his brain is not very clear."

"The problem is that there is only one opponent, how can we divide it?"

"I want a thigh!"

"What a joke, there's only so much meat on him, what are we going to eat if you take just one thigh?"

"Asshole, do you want to fight?"

"Then fight me. Can you beat me? I'll just use you as my snack!"

"Stop arguing. What's the point of saying so much now? Throw him into the pot and fight over it later. Whoever gets it first gets the meat. That way, there will be nothing to say."

"This works."

"Well, I think it's okay."

After a lot of arguing, the remaining evil spirits decided on the distribution of the gods and generals, finally stopped their infighting, and turned their attention to the real lord.

"Well, I have a question. Sojōbō should be Kuramasan Sojōbō, right? Do I have that smell?"

After listening to the conversation between these evil spirits, all the gods and generals felt that the trip was not in vain.

Even though these guys could ride the tram and talk, he no longer had to think of them as communicative beings.

At least now those who were surrounding him and clamoring to prepare the food for him to cook were unnecessary.

But he noticed an interesting point in the words of these evil spirits, which made him ask about the evil spirit who had the smell of Sengzhengfang.

"Do you care about the ingredients? It's okay. You'll definitely taste good even if it tastes like Sōjōbō."

"Can't you smell it? It's mixed with your human scent, and it's quite obvious. Maybe your ancestors have the blood of Sengzhengfang."

"Hehe, you're so calm even though we're about to eat you. But I like to eat you with your screams. I'm sure you'll scream loudly when we put you in the pot later."

"Kurama Mountain Monk Zhengfang, Kurama Mountain Monk Zhengfang... Speaking of which, my grandfather's last name is indeed Kurama. Could it be that our ancestors are really related?"

Kaishin Shōomi ignored the chattering of these evil spirits and remembered that his grandfather Kurama Genjuro was indeed named Kurama.

In this case, perhaps this is why so many people mistake him for a Tengu.

"Hey, can't you hear me talking to you? Let me take your...eh?"

Because all the gods and generals were talking to themselves, it felt like they were not taking them seriously at all.

One of the evil ghosts that was closer was a little angry, and stretched out its arm towards the general, preparing to make him understand his identity as an ingredient before putting him into the pot.

However, the next moment, he found that his outstretched arm appeared in the hand of the general.

Turning around, he saw that his arm had been torn off by the other party at some point in time, and the wound was flowing with blue blood like a stream.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! My hands, my hands!!!"

Before he knew it, the pain signal of his arm being torn off finally reached his brain.