Start with detective Li Yuanfang

"Where is this..."

"Lu Fang? Lu Fang!"

Jiajing was dazed and dazed, he felt his body sinking more and more, finally opened his eyes, only to find that there were only two colors of gray and white left in his eyes, which was very gloomy.

"Escort!!"

The experience of Renyin Palace Transformation made him call out instinctively, but it was obviously impossible for the guards outside the palace to rush in, and Jiajing retreated subconsciously, but his feet were light and unaffected.

"I became a fairy... oh!"

If it wasn't for the sudden tightening of his neck and being pulled forward by a strong force, Jiajing even thought that he had achieved the achievement he dreamed of.

"Go quickly... What are you dawdling in!"

But the cruel fact is obviously the opposite. With the force of the dragging force, a faceless monster came over and scolded viciously.

Jiajing trembled all over, opened his mouth, and moaned: "You...you..."

The faceless monster is obviously a hooker, and there is more than one person holding Jiajing. Seeing him trembling and floating up and down, the other hooker smiled and said: "Don't be scared, after all, he is the emperor of the mortal world, and he is honored!"

The first hooked person sneered and said: "No matter how respected Ren Yangshi's status is, entering my underworld is just a ray of ghosts. If you do too many sins, you will have to go to the eighteenth level of hell if you take a photo in front of the mirror. All kinds of sins!"

The last hooked man turned around, stretched out his hand, and straightened Jiajing's clothes: "After your majesty dies, you will enter the imperial mausoleum. There will be thousands of people buried with you, which can also be used to atone for your sins. At that time, don't forget to guide the way." ..."

The two ghost messengers talked to each other, one had a bad face, the other was actually a bad face, one directly threatened, and the other implied threats, which made Jiajing tremble even more.

This kind of treatment, ever since he left the palace in his teens and entered the most noble palace in the world on the emperor's chariot, never happened, not even in his dreams.

It is impossible for anyone to dare to treat themselves like this!

But now, what happened?
After death, everyone is equal, and they are all dead souls...

and many more!

I am dead?
"No... no! If I want to become an immortal and live forever in the world, how can I die? I take the panacea every day, and my cultivation is getting deeper and deeper. How can I die? No... woo woo woo!"

The screaming stopped abruptly, but the chain was wrapped around the neck, blocking Jiajing's next words abruptly, and the hooked voice pierced into his ears: "Stop muttering, Feng is here!"

First there was a mammoth silhouette, then the shadow of the giant city, and finally it reached the bottom of the city. Even Jiajing, who was stumbling, felt a coercion permeating his whole body.

He looked up, and saw a plaque hanging on the gate of the city, with the inscription "Ghost Gate of the Underworld" written in seven big gold characters, and inside the gate like a huge mouth, there were ghosts lining up to enter the city.

It can be seen that the order here is orderly. Although the number of ghosts is extremely large and the management of ghosts is quite tight, there are still orders and prohibitions, and there is no mistake in the deployment.

It is possible to do this thanks to the command of a ghost messenger.

Jiajing couldn't speak, feeling terrified, but when he saw the other party, he was still taken aback.

That ghost officer looks like Chen Hong...

But how is it possible, a mere castrated dog who doesn't know how to figure out his own mind, what qualifications does he have to serve in the underworld?
But the next moment, when the other party's eyes turned to this side, Jiajing hurriedly lowered his head again.

"The ghosts who enter the city of death in vain must be carefully screened, and there must be no omissions!"

Chen Hong's sight swept across, holding on to one side of the soul-guiding flag, waving it in all directions, concentrating on directing the flow of ghosts, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Whether he was in the Supervisor of Ceremonies when he was alive, or he came to the Underworld after his death, he was full of professionalism.

Recently, his ambition has become more down-to-earth, and what he seeks is to gather merit, become a ghost, and obtain the official establishment of the underworld.

"Yan Wang is easy to see, but the little devil is hard to deal with..."

"I have to seek the help of my ministers, let me return to the sun, let me return to the sun!"

Hearing that familiar voice, Jiajing was certain in his heart that this majestic official of the underworld in front of the gate of hell was a former slave.

It was absolutely unwilling for him to plead with Chen Hong, but it also inspired him to stop being led by the neck like this, and to gain the influence that matched his identity.

The train of thought is undoubtedly correct.

The same is to enter the underworld. In the past, Li Shimin was greeted by judges and respected by ten kings. Apart from his own, there was another key point. Wei Zheng had arranged the relationship in the underworld in advance.

At the beginning, Cui Gui, who was originally the minister of the Ministry of Rites and was in charge of the judge in Fengdu, had all kinds of support.

Jiajing has been the emperor for decades, and he thinks that some officials in the yang world should die and become the rulers of the underworld. If he finds these old courtiers, there will be a turning point...

"His Majesty?"

Just as he was thinking about it, a voice of calling suddenly came to his ears. Jiajing was startled for a moment, and suddenly he was ecstatic. He broke the chains around his neck a little, and shouted: "Here I am! Which love is it? it's here!"

"Bold and sly soul!"

Gou Shiren was furious, and wanted to show this Ninth Five-Year Lord a little bit of strength, but another stopped him, gloating in his tone: "Don't worry, this is a gathering of friends!"

The joy on Jiajing's face did dissipate quickly, because he saw an unexpected and reasonable lover: "Yan Song?"

The visitor was white-haired and dressed in a prison uniform. He could vaguely see that the power was in the hands of the government and the people.

What makes Jiajing unacceptable is that Yan Song in his impression is nearly eighty years old, and he has always looked dying and old, but now his waist is straighter than before, and his eyes are piercing himself, showing an inexplicable feeling Uncomfortable, his tone became a half-smile: "Is Your Majesty dying?"

Jiajing's face was tense, seeing that Yan Song's appearance was also a ghost, he turned his head away without going to talk to him.

But now the aggressive one has become Yan Song.

He skillfully took out the ghost ticket, handed it to the guard ghost, and whispered a few words.

"Thank you! Don't cause trouble for me!"

The ghost messenger also took it skillfully, took care of it a few times, and then removed the chain.

Yan Song drifted over, not forgetting to hand over the ghost ticket to the ghost messenger who bound Jiajing.

"Thank you!!"

The two hookers refused at first, but in the end they couldn't stand such a test, so they half pushed and stuffed them into their sleeves, talking with smiles.

Jiajing looked straight ahead, on the one hand, he didn't expect the underworld to be so direct, and on the other hand, he was thinking about how he should bribe.

What he didn't expect was that Yan Song came in front of him, smiled directly and said: "These ghost tickets were all given to me by Donglou... It's your money that I'm greedy for!"

Jiajing's pupils swelled and his facial features were distorted. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and shouted sharply, "Yan Song! It's against you!"

Seeing this Lei Ting furious, Yan Song still shivered instinctively.

After all, it was decades of flattery and flattery that almost formed a conditioned reaction, but soon realized the relationship between them, Yan Song said bitterly: "You still think you are the Son of Heaven? Faint Lord, you are just a ghost now !"

"My father and son searched the world, bore infamy, provided you with the pleasure of cultivating immortals, and did so many evil things. As a result, you didn't care about the slightest affection for the monarch and ministers, and drove them all to death! Just look, how many enemies are there in this hellish hell, and they want to eat your flesh alive! "

"You still concoct alchemy for this old man... I hate it! I really hate it!"

At the end, Yan Song's old voice was a little confused, but that ferocious expression was carved out of the same mold as his son Yan Shifan.

To be precise, the fierceness in Yan Shifan's bones was inherited from his father after all, but Yan Song smoothed out the fierceness and shattered it into his bones through years of experience in the world. The courtiers of the strict party have always been extremely vicious in retaliation.

But Yan Song no longer concealed it at this time, and the more he talked, the more excited he was, and even tremblingly came up to kick Jiajing, but was finally dragged aside by the ghost messenger who couldn't stand it, and sent him away.

In the process of leaving, the chief assistant of the Ming Dynasty stared at the son of the Ming Dynasty with his cloudy eyes, and kept shouting: "Mr. Hun, this old man is waiting for you in the city of Wushi... waiting for you! Hahaha!"

Hearing the old and stern laughter echoing far away, without resting for a long time, Jiajing was numb all over: "Where is the city of death?"

Gou Siren is not surprised: "Those who are so awake are all ghosts of the city of vain death, and they came down before the end of life in the book of life and death... Just like this Yan Song, who had nine years to live, died prematurely, so it's natural to die." Wait for the enemy in the dead city, and after avenging the revenge, go to the eighteenth floor of hell to be punished!"

Jiajing murmured: "I also died in vain, and I will also go to the city of death in vain... woo woo woo!"

After skillfully pinching his neck, the two hookers dragged Jiajing on the road.

Following the long ghost team, after walking for an unknown amount of time, another huge city appeared in front of them.

Compared with the well-ordered ghost gate, this city of vain death has a sense of hatred rushing towards the face. It seems that there are thousands of ghosts howling in it, and countless ghosts who died in the underworld, waiting for those enemies who caused them to suffer. Entering the Yin Division, revenge for revenge, revenge for grievances.

Ever since, Jiajing seemed to have seen the courtiers who were beaten to death by the imperial staff outside the Meridian Gate...

Seeing Xia Yan and Zeng Mi who were unjustly killed...

I also saw the moody self after taking the medicine, the maids and servants who were killed at will...

At the end is Yan Song's roar.

How many enemies are there in this underworld, wishing to eat your flesh alive!
"No! I don't want to go in, don't go in!"

Jiajing couldn't hold it any longer, curled up on the ground, and completely lost his composure.

Just when he was almost trembling and lost the majesty of the emperor, a gentle female voice came: "Father?"

Immediately in Jiajing's mind, Zhu Shouyu, the Princess of Chang'an, the eldest daughter who became a ghost and followed the celestial master to practice, raised her head full of expectation, almost crying: "Chang'an...is that you?"

The gentle female voice said: "It's me. I'm going to visit my mother and concubine who was killed unjustly. Will father and emperor come together?"

Jiajing's movement of raising his head froze instantly.