Great Qin Xiuxian Biography

Chapter 15 Can't breathe
There is a underworld in Daqin.

And it is the underworld that is officially established and bestowed.

Wang Mang doesn't know much about the situation in the underworld. There is a simple sentence in "The General History of the Great Qin Empire":

The underworld of the Great Qin Dynasty has gone through five generations of systems, and six generations have changed. Today's underworld is the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva system.

As for the specifics, Wang Mang doesn't know. There have been some discussions on the Internet, but it is similar to the iteration of the underworld system of Blue Star in his previous life, and there may be some connection between the two.

But after all, they are all just speculations, and Wang Mang is not sure about the details.

Just when Wang Mang and the others started their exams, twelve ghosts led them to a huge tomb in the tomb of the gods.

The tomb is dark, but it doesn't affect the group of ghosts.

"Old Zhang, can you lend me some money?" The short and fat ghost Li said to the ghost Zhang, who was extremely bored.

"Lao Li, you are still so addicted to gambling after being a ghost, do you want to go to the eighteenth floor of hell?" asked Zhang, the cheeky man ghost.

"Isn't there nothing to do, is it itchy?"

"No, you'd better not harm me." Ghost Zhang stroked his beard on his cheek and avoided it.

"Haha, Lao Li, didn't you just come from the support pavilion, why did you run out of money so soon?" A white-faced scholar next to him laughed.

He is the ghost king, not the ghost king's king, but the surname king.

"You old pervert, don't bother me!" Gambler Li obviously looked down on perverts.

"Haha, you don't know, when Lao Li was alive, he lost all his family's wealth!"

On the other side, a tall and thin ghost sneered while drinking, "How do you think he died? Didn't he pay off his gambling debts and was hacked off!"

"Lu Jiugui, you're the only one who talks too much!" Ghost Li gritted his teeth, but he obviously didn't dare to make a move.

This group of ghosts who came out to run errands in the ghost world castle chatted a little bit.

The ghost world castle can be regarded as a labor market. There are laws and regulations in it. Only ghosts with specific time or specific errands can leave.

This group of ghosts came out to work after Xiaoshengchu took the exam.

Of course, coming out to work does not mean that they can escape. They must also abide by the law and discipline, complete their work in accordance with the labor dispatch regulations, finish their work, and go back in peace.

As for the offering pavilion, it can be regarded as a post office for collecting money in the underworld.

The paper money and incense burned in the world can be mailed to the offering pavilion in the underworld, and then handed over to the ghosts.

What if no one burns paper money?That's like gambling old Li, being a poor ghost in the underworld.

A group of ghosts were extremely bored, chattering and thinking about what happened to Lao Tzu in Yangjian.

"I think back then eighteen bowls were enough to pass the post, but I drank nineteen bowls and passed the post..." Alcoholic Lu was a little tipsy, boasting.

"Come on, you're talking about Wu Song, right?" Gambler Li said disdainfully.

"It's Wu Song!" The drunkard Lu patted his thigh and laughed, "My name is Lu Wusong!"

"Haha!~"

A group of ghosts laughed.

"Tell me about me." At this time, the pervert king stroked his white face and said, "I think back in the world, I was really suave and handsome. The one who could make the girls in the boudoir faint when I walked around the street. kind!"

"Think about that time, the Yihong Courtyard, Xinghua Pavilion, Chunman Garden in Xianyang...Which one didn't treat me as a guest of honor!"

"Thinking about that time, I played Liang Yuanyue, drank Tokyo wine, admired Luoyang flowers, and climbed Zhangtai willows... Where is my figure?"

"Thinking about that time, I could also go, play cuju, play siege, gag, sing and dance, play bombs, swallow, recite poems, and Shuanglu... who would not boast when they saw me? Young Master Wang Shuangquan!"

"Think about that time..."

"Cut! Come on! Just you?" A bald ghost sat in the corner and said disdainfully, "An elephant aunt speaks so elegantly, you really think highly of yourself!"

"You! You bald Deng! Bald ghost!" The pervert king trembled with anger, "You! You spitting blood!"

"Where did I, a male ghost, get blood?" Bald Deng smiled, "Do you know how he died?"

"To shut up!"

"I won't shut up, what can you do to me? Hit me if you have the ability?" Bald Deng continued to mock.

"You! You! You!...Zhuzi is not enough to plan!"

The pervert king was furious and turned his head to face the wall.

"Hmph! Xianggu, who is about to die from the wind, just has no seeds!"

The bald Deng was about to continue his ridicule, but the tomb was shaken for a while.

"What happened?"

"Did something happen to the exam?"

"Something must have happened!"

"Ah! The prohibition of the tomb has been weakened!"

"Although it's weakened, we can't get out."

"If we can't get out by ourselves, it doesn't mean that the candidates can't get out!"

"You mean..."

"Aren't you afraid that ghosts will come and arrest you?"

"What are you afraid of? I don't know that labor reform is over in the Year of the Monkey, so I might as well escape!"

"Yes, the opportunity is rare, escape!"

For a moment, all the ghosts looked towards the high platform of the tomb.

On the high platform, there is a pitch-black skeleton throne.On the Skeleton Throne, there is an old man dressed in coarse linen.

The old man looked lazy, with thinning hair and an unshaven beard, and he was sitting crookedly.He had one foot on the throne, and the other dangled outside the throne. On his feet were a pair of tattered straw sandals, which were covered with mud.

He was holding a tobacco rod in his hand.The tobacco rod is as black as jade, and the tobacco leaves are still burning at one end.

There was a faint fire, wisps of green smoke, and the old man just finished taking a puff, and exhaled thick white smoke.

Beside him, a gold-plated paper hoe was leaning on the armrest of the throne. There was still mud on the hoe, as if he had just returned from hoeing.

"Old ghost Zhou, what's your attitude?" Seeing that the old man was silent, the bald ghost Deng asked.

The old man didn't respond, and continued to smoke slowly.

"Although you are the captain of the team, there are so many of us that we won't be afraid of you!" The drunkard Lu staggered to his feet.

"That's right, old man, you have to make a statement!" Gambler Li rubbed his hands with a grim expression.

The five ghosts began to gear up and moved towards the old man's ghost.

Among this group of ghosts, Ghost Week is the most experienced.He led the team on this business trip.Now there are ghosts in the team who want to escape, obviously he needs to take action to suppress them.

Those who can sit on the captain must have two brushes, right?So the five ghosts are right to be cautious.

For a while, the tomb was silent, only the dark wind brought by the ghost slowly oppressed the ghost Zhou.

"Cough cough!"

Suddenly, the ghost Zhou Duan sat up, leaned forward, put his hands on his thighs, and remained motionless.

This action scared the five ghosts back one after another, extremely vigilant.The tomb was extremely oppressive, and all the ghosts were frightened, as if a big millstone was pressed against their hearts.

"Cough cough!"

The ghost Zhou sitting on the throne leaned over and began to cough, trembling all over, looking as if he was holding back a laugh, and seemed to be seriously ill and gasping for breath.

No ghost dared to speak, the air seemed stagnant, and the oppressive atmosphere made them dare not even move.

All the ghosts stared at Ghost Zhou and dared not move.

"Cough! Cough!"

"Cough cough!"

"No!"

"No!"

"I'm choked by the smoke, I can't breathe, I...sleep for a while." Ghost Zhou waved his hands, and actually lay down on the throne, and snoring sounded in the blink of an eye.

The five ghosts looked at each other.

Ghost still can't breathe?
"Thank you, old ghost Zhou!" After a long time, the white-faced book-colored ghost king clasped his fists and said.

The other four ghosts came to their senses and thanked each other.As for the other six ghosts, some were hesitant, while others were huddled in a corner not daring to speak.

The cemetery is quiet.

……

At one point, the wall of the tomb was dented, exposing a platform.

The light of the formation on the platform flashed, and ten people appeared, including Wang Mang, Zhang Pingfan, Fang Fangmei, and Jiang Xiaofan.

"Oh, it's so dark! Wen Shu save me!" Pang Ruonan's voice.

"With a hammer in hand, I have the world, what are you afraid of?" Wen Shu's voice.

"Isn't fear of the dark common to every girl? Wen Shu, I don't think you are like a girl." Pang Ruonan said weakly.

Just as Wen Shu was about to refute, a gust of cold wind blew by.

"Whoo~"

The sobbing of the faintly visible female ghost was carried in the wind.In the dark tomb, ghosts flashed one after another.

"Ah! Ghost! Wen Shu save me!" Pang Ruonan hugged Wen Shu tightly and exclaimed.

"Crackling! Huh~"

There was a crisp sound, and the blossoming green flames were lit on the lampstand in the tomb.

The green light is shining, illuminating the entire tomb.

The ground of the tomb is covered with moss and lichen, and there is a depression in the middle, mottled with accumulated water.

Bits of blood seeped out of the cracks on the wall of the tomb, and the blood flowed across the mottled bloodstains.

On the top of the tomb, there is a dilapidated large chandelier. A pale wax arm is inserted in the chandelier. The arm is up, five fingers are spread out, and a wick is exposed in the palm of the hand. Green flames are jumping on the wick.

Around the chandelier, there are dried blood stains, which outline the appearance of ghosts.

The green candlelight shone, and the entire tomb showed a bleak green color.

"The third level and the sixth level: the little devil is difficult to deal with."

The voice of the exam elf finally sounded.

　PS: Remember these five little ghosts, the next chapter will be tested~~
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