Rebirth of the willow tree, creating the strongest tribe in the ages

Chapter 859 Right Position
There are a total of ten Yama Kings and five Ghost Emperors in the middle-level management positions in the underworld.

Each Ghost Emperor commands two Hades, three thousand ghost generals, and 180,000 ghost soldiers, and is considered to be the one who truly holds great power.

Going further up, there are the Emperor of Dongyue and the Emperor of Beitai, who are high-level rulers.

As for the positions of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and the Goddess of the Underworld, they do not exist here in Jiang Huai.

The Emperor and the Lord who replaced him.

The latter two are the true supreme beings in the underworld system, and above them is Jiang Huai himself.

Although there are no clear regulations, based on previous experience, generally speaking, each position is related to the cultivation level of the person who receives the plaque.

For example, the Ten Kings of Hell must at least be supreme giants or even quasi-immortal emperors to be able to take on the role.

As for the Five Ghost Emperors above them, logically speaking, they should at least be Quasi-Immortal Emperors.

I don't know why this mortal who can't even move blood can obtain a Ghost Emperor Jade Token.

However, the jade token is in my hand, so I may as well take a look at it for the time being.

There is definitely no way to go wrong.

Jiang Huai was just a little curious, because at first glance, there was nothing surprising about this mortal named Shen Zhinan.

The other party was a porter, a peddler.

In many dramas of the Republic of China, we can see that many successful people from humble backgrounds had the experience of carrying bags at the dock before they made a name for themselves.

Most of them just want to make a living to support their families. Like porters, it is extremely hard work. Some of them often become exhausted and are crushed to death on the dock by the cargo they are carrying.

They are all ordinary people who live at the bottom of society and barely survive. They are not born with supernatural powers and are as ordinary as millions of other people.

……

Inside a cramped little house with black tiles and earthen walls.

Shen Zhinan separated the rice and meat.

The woman's eyes were gentle. "Zhi Nan, you...you don't have to spend so much money."

She said softly, her voice quite distressed about having so many things, not knowing how much they would cost, and that she could just eat some rice bran.

Shen Zhinan shook his head gently, walked to her side, put down the things in his hands, gently took her hand, and said: "Xiao Wan, you are my wife, and now you have our child, how can I let you and the child suffer? No matter how hard and tiring it is, I will make your life better."

The woman's eyes were slightly red, and her voice was slightly choked: "Zhi Nan, meeting you is the greatest blessing in my life."

Shen Zhinan gently embraced her in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, and comforted her softly: "We are a family, there is no need to be so polite. Okay, you go and rest for a while, I will take care of these."

The woman snuggled in his arms for a moment, then reluctantly left and went back into the house to rest.

Shen Zhinan started to get busy. He poured the rice and corn he bought into different rice jars, and took the lard and lean meat to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

In the kitchen, Shen Zhinan skillfully lit a fire and cooked. The smoke rose up, interweaving with the night, forming a warm picture.

Soon, a pot of fragrant rice porridge was ready, along with stir-fried lean meat and vegetables. Although simple, it was already a rare delicacy.

After the meal was prepared and the woman had washed the clothes, the two of them wolfed them down. It was already sunset, and the sky soon became blurry and unrecognizable.

After the woman fell asleep, in the dark night, Shen Zhinan suddenly opened his eyes, sighed imperceptibly, and then fell into deep thought.
These days, he has been having the same dream.
It is understandable that people dream.
No matter how well you rest, you will sometimes dream, and dreams are actually a response to the whole day.

However, who would take dreams seriously when they are living in fear of their future?
Shen Zhinan was the same and never took this seriously.

But this generation is different from the previous ones. I have been having the same dream for several days.

Moreover, every time I dream about it, the scenes in the dream are exactly the same and so realistic that I don’t want to dream at all, and I am always woken up from my sleep.

No matter how brave Shen Zhinan was, he couldn't help but feel a little creepy.

But if you ask me what I dreamed about specifically, I can’t remember anything after I wake up.

But I was just barely getting by. Even though I felt something was wrong, I had to endure it and comforted myself by thinking that it was because I didn't get enough rest.

a long time.

After a day of hard work, even if you don't want to rest, you can't help but feel sleepy in the second half of the night.
Shen Zhinan held on for more than ten seconds, but finally fell into a deep sleep in drowsiness.

Just as Shen Zhinan fell asleep, Jiang Huai's figure slowly emerged from the inky black night in front of the thin bed.

Looking at Shen Zhinan, Jiang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly.

Then, Jiang Huai gently pointed his hand towards the man, and suddenly a bright red light appeared in the room.

Then, a moving picture like a projection appeared in front of him.

What appeared inside was exactly the dream that Shen Zhinan had.

But this dream... is quite strange.

It was pitch black, like flowing ink, without a single ray of light or figure...

From the perspective of dreams, this cannot be called a dream at all. Every dream must have pictures, otherwise how can it be called a dream.

But Jiang Huai was sure that Shen Zhinan was dreaming at this moment.

"Interesting!" At this time, a smile appeared on Jiang Huai's lips, and there was some hurried excitement in his eyes, as if he had discovered some new world.

The weirdness in this was so strange that even he couldn't see through it.

But it doesn’t matter if I can’t see through it. Maybe this is the reason why the other party was able to obtain the certification of the Ghost Emperor with a mortal body.

Jiang Huai stared intently for a moment, and the next moment, the picture, which was originally only the size of a washbasin, suddenly expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a short time, it had covered the entire house with black tiled earthen walls.

……

Shen Zhinan felt as if he was sinking into depravity, or as if he was being held down by a ghost. He was unable to move, and gradually, a suffocating feeling came over him, making him feel as if he was drowning.

He has experienced this feeling eight times, and today is the ninth time. Compared with the previous times, the feeling of suffocation like drowning is more intense.

He could feel that there was a sticky substance flowing slowly under his feet, perhaps mud or a river.

But gradually, this feeling became different.

It was as if tentacles had wrapped around his legs, pulling at him desperately, trying to pull him down completely.

"Gulu gulu..."

The already unbearable feeling of suffocation became even stronger.

Shen Zhinan felt his consciousness becoming increasingly hazy. At the same time, he could hear the sound of rushing water.
At the same time, there was a woman's scream.

The already blurred consciousness was awakened immediately.

That voice... was his wife's.

Am I hallucinating?
That’s right, after all, it’s a dream, whatever you see and hear is normal.

But, is all this really just a dream?
Then,

Before Shen Zhinan could take any action.

The undercurrent beneath my feet became more turbulent, and it really felt like countless tentacles were crawling around madly.

A familiar figure appeared in front of him, Shen Zhinan's pupils shrank, that figure turned out to be his wife.

"Zhi Nan, save me...save me...where is this, wuwuwu..." The woman's voice came intermittently, and it seemed that she was choking on water, making her voice even weaker. "This dream...is so clear?" Shen Zhi Nan widened his eyes. This change actually eliminated some of the suffocation invisibly.

But this time the change in the dream amazed him, because the voice sounded so real, as if someone was really calling for help in his ear.

"Shen Zhinan?"

Just then, the man heard someone calling his name, very clearly.

It's not the voice of my own family.

"Who is calling me?" Shen Zhinan looked around.

"Are you Shen Zhinan?"

The voice sounded again.

It sounds a lot more urgent than the first time.

Then he saw a black ship appear at the end of the dark horizon.

The black ship was floating slowly, and it was impossible to tell how big it was. It came from the pitch-black night, bringing with it a howling cold wind.

There were no lights or masts on the ship, only a dead black silence, like a ghost ship sailing from the underworld.

Shen Zhinan's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and he could clearly feel his blood rushing in his veins, as if it was about to break through the restraints of his body.

His eyes swept across the boat, and when he saw the figures standing on the boat, his pupils suddenly shrank and his face turned as pale as paper in an instant.

From a distance, those figures were not normal people at all. They were like zombies crawling out of their graves, with expressionless faces, empty eyes, and dark complexions. They stood on the deck and looked straight ahead.

There were fist-sized patches of corpse spots on the exposed skin.

Even from a distance, one could smell the disgusting stench emanating from them.

The man's lips were trembling, his teeth were chattering, and the hairs on his body were standing on end.

This scene is too clear.

Every detail is clearly visible.

He could even see the wriggling rotten flesh and maggots on the figures.

How could the details be so clear in a dream?

The only thing that could comfort himself was that in reality, he should not be able to see so far. However, as the black ship got closer, this self-deception of self-consolation was no longer effective.

Shen Zhinan tried to scream, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he could only make a faint "ho ho" sound.

He suddenly thought of his wife. Could it be that the cry for help just now was real?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, he looked around hurriedly.

But at this time, there was no sound, it was pitch black, nothing could be seen, and it was extremely quiet.

Suddenly, the black ship stopped moving and hovered slowly in front of Shen Zhinan.

In the darkness, a piece of wood seemed to have fallen to the ground and rested next to Shen Zhinan.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Zhinan felt an indescribable chill rising from his spine, as if an invisible hand had grabbed his back spine.

The chill was so deep that it seemed to freeze his soul in the endless darkness. Shen Zhinan's body instantly became stiff. He could not move or make any sound. He could only let the force drag him towards the terrifying ship.

At this moment, the weak and hurried voice from before sounded again: "Shen Zhinan?"

Shen Zhinan turned his head with difficulty, trying to find the source of the sound. However, it was still pitch black all around, and he could not see anything. He could only feel the invisible hands grasping him tighter and tighter, as if they were going to tear him into pieces.

"Shen Zhinan, are you Shen Zhinan?" The eerie voice sounded again, with a hint of impatience.

"Don't answer? Not answering means consent!"

"..."

"Come with us, you are the key. We can't do without you." The gloomy voice carried an unquestionable majesty and coldness.

The next moment, Shen Zhinan's body seemed to be pulled by some invisible force. His legs were out of control and he ran towards the black ship in a daze.

The moment he stepped onto the black ship, those zombie-like figures suddenly stopped looking ahead aimlessly, and instead all looked towards him.

An unprecedented sense of crisis came over me.

Shen Zhinan shook his head vigorously and struggled violently.

But soon, the strength of his struggle became weaker and weaker, and the whole person became like one of the densely packed zombies, and the humanity in his eyes began to fade rapidly.

"Everyone is here."

"Let's sail!"

There were whistle-like sounds, and the huge black ship made a creaking sound when wooden boards were squeezed. Then, the big ship started moving and headed forward.

Just now.

Let the whistle sound over and over again.

The black ship, which was supposed to sail to an unknown place, seemed to have taken root here and did not move.

"interesting."

A touch of white dispelled the darkness around.

The sky and earth, which had been pitch dark, became clear.

However, that hint of white did not expand recklessly, but stabilized to a certain degree.

It just made it dark on the black ship.

Shen Zhinan's dazed expression suddenly came to his senses.

He looked at Jiang Huai beside him with lingering fear.

He felt like he might be going crazy.

Otherwise, why is this dream becoming more and more out of control?
I have never seen this figure in white robe before. He looks completely unfamiliar, but he actually appeared in my dream.

"Not only has a small hell been born in the sea of ​​​​consciousness of mortals, but the small hell has also developed self-awareness and wants to turn against its master and evolve into a big hell. No wonder I couldn't see through it before."

Shen Zhinan looked at Jiang Huai in confusion.

This dream...is becoming more and more mysterious, completely out of my control.

What are the small hell and the big hell? I have never heard of them, but the character in my dream can actually tell them.

Jiang Huai glanced at Shen Zhinan and couldn't help but admire him.

No wonder the other party was able to gain recognition as the Eastern Ghost Emperor.

Not to mention mortals, even for an Immortal King, it is difficult to create a small hell in the sea of ​​consciousness. For an Immortal King, it is extremely dangerous, let alone mortals. Shen Zhinan's life is really tough enough that he actually managed to hold on until the small hell gave birth to self-awareness.

It’s a good thing that I came down to check it out. Otherwise, after this night, wouldn’t I lose a candidate for the Eastern Ghost Emperor?
It cannot be said that Shen Zhinan is the only candidate, but it has taken so long for one to appear. If this one cannot be grasped, it is unknown how long it will take for the next one to appear. Moreover, the birth of a small hell in the sea of ​​consciousness of a mortal is equivalent to the rareness of a cultivator's evergreen path and entering the emperor realm.

There are sixteen small hells.

It is more terrifying than the eighteen levels of hell.

(End of this chapter)