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The piece of red cloth on the tombstone was taken off by Yan Shuyuan, and I asked him to cover my face. Only in this way can I pass.

When everything around me became silent, my soul slowly began to float upwards.

Then I stood up and saw 'I' lying in the pit, Yan Shuyuan standing aside, and the door in front of me.

I glanced at Yan Shuyuan and walked towards the door.

The sky is yang and the earth is yin.

The human world is divided into day and night, but the underworld does not, and the weather is always gloomy, shrouded in thick black fog. Although modern technology is advanced, there are still some ancient buildings below.

There should be some ancient buildings that have collapsed, and there are many destroyed ones, which can be seen here intact.

The wandering spirits around were dumbstruck, so I grabbed a ghost messenger with a whip in his hand and asked where the Palace of the King of Hell was.

"Young man, this is not the place for you to come." The ghost guard looked at me, and instead of answering my question, he advised me to leave early.

"I'm looking for Hades."

"I don't know which Hades you are looking for?"

The underworld is further divided into ten halls, each of which has its own controller, also known as the king of hell in the ten halls, the king of hell is just a collective name for these controllers, and the one I am looking for is the king of hell in the first hall, King Qin Guang.

"May I ask where is King Qin Guang?"

"King Qin Guang is in his own palace. I said young man, with your morals, you can't see King Qin Guang."

I knew what he meant by that, that I was low in ability and unworthy.

"Then take a look, am I qualified now?" I took out the traditional writing brush.

"Villains don't know Mount Tai, so just ask the girl to come with me." Then, he handed over a group of wandering spirits in his hand to another ghost messenger, and led me forward by himself.

The environment inside the underworld makes me feel very dull. The whole environment of the underworld is like an undyed landscape painting, immersed in ink and wash.

Halfway through, it suddenly started to rain again.

"Ouch! Why is it raining at this time?" The ghost guard yelled, and pulled me under the eaves to hide from the rain, "Young lady can't leave now, let's wait for the rain to stop."

"Are there no umbrella sellers in your underworld?"

"The girl was joking. This rain is not ordinary rain. We are drenched, and there are some benefits. If the soul of a living person comes down and drenched in the rain, at least he will have a serious illness when he goes back. If it is serious, he can only stay. It's in our hell."

I didn't expect that the rain would be so heavy and the consequences would be so serious.

Looking at the light rain, I leaned against the wall again, not getting a little bit of rain.

Suddenly, an umbrella appeared in front of me, and a man walked towards me with an umbrella.

"Yo, I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to come." Before the ghost waited for the man to approach, he bowed and bowed, "Mr. Zhang is well."

"Leave it to me here, and you can go on your own." The man who was called Mr. Zhang by the ghost messenger just gave him a look when he arrived, and sent him away.

"?" Am I still here?what should I do?
Perhaps seeing my uneasiness, this man put an umbrella on my head, "King Qin Guang knew you were coming to look for him, so he sent me to pick you up."

When I was covered by an umbrella, I looked up and saw his face clearly, "Zhang Wanmo?"

How could this person be Zhang Wanmo?
No, this person is not Zhang Wanmo. He is different from Zhang Wanmo. Zhang Wanmo has an unrestrained temperament and is sunny and lively, while the person in front of him who looks exactly like Zhang Wanmo has a strong bookish air.

"Zhang Wanmo? Girl, do you know the descendants of our Zhang family?" This person seemed to be attracted by the name I said.

"I just think you and I have a friend who looks alike, that's all. His name is Zhang Wanmo." The beginning and end are very similar, but they are exactly the same.

"That may be a descendant of my Zhang family. Before I was alive, I was the descendant of the twelfth generation of the Tianshi Mansion, Zhang Heqiu."

Tianshi Mansion?That really belonged to Zhang Wanmo's ancestors.

"That's right, my friend is No.30's fourth-generation celestial master successor."

"Girl, I would like to ask, have you seen the Heavenly Master Sword of our Heavenly Master's successor?"

"I've seen the Celestial Master Sword." Zhang Wanmo always carried it with him, "I just haven't seen the Celestial Master Sword unsheathed."

In fact, I didn't make it clear. It's not just that the sheath has not been opened. Zhang Wanmo didn't even take it out. He kept it in his pocket like an ornament.

"Hey." Zhang Heqiu sighed, "I didn't expect that the heirs of our Heavenly Master's Mansion fell here, even the Heavenly Master's sword has not been unsheathed."

Seeing his helpless look, I didn't dare to answer any more.

The two walked slowly to the first hall in the rain.

"Girl, I won't see you off, King Qin Guang is inside, you can go in by yourself." Zhang Heqiu put away the umbrella and said standing at the door.

"Okay." I nodded and walked in alone.

Candles were lit everywhere in the hall, and it was brightly lit.

Walking straight ahead, I saw a desk. A burly man was sitting in front of the desk, looking at the documents in his hand.

Hearing my footsteps, he raised his head and looked at me, "Chen Xing, why are you here today? Could it be for your friend, Jiang Ke?"

"No, King Qin Guang, I'm here to get back what belongs to me."

"Oh, what?"

"In the past year or so, I have caught a lot of ghosts for the underworld. The bull-headed horse-face always said that the merits will be credited to me. Why haven't I been baptized by the light of merit?"

"Oh, so you came here for this matter." King Qin Guang laughed twice, "I know that it is not easy for you stele carvers to practice, so your merits and virtues are the same as those of your previous inheritors, and they will be directly counted to you. body, you don’t need to get it from me for approval every time, just remember it.”

"Yes." I was wondering what he wanted me to remember, but just as he finished speaking, a man with a notepad appeared on the other side of the counter, next to King Qin Guang. It was Zhang Heqiu. .

He also saw my gaze, raised his head and smiled at me.

After Zhang Heqiu's pen was recorded on the paper in unison, he paused for a while, and then swung at me.

A beam of light melted into my body, and even my soul seemed to be baptized.

This is the merit I have accumulated for so long.

"Thank you."

"This is what you deserve, hahahaha, Zhang Heqiu, give Chen Xing away."

"Yes."

Zhang Heqiu walked up to me and made a gesture of please.

I got what I wanted, and walked out of the hall without any hesitation at all.

The rain outside had stopped, Zhang Heqiu said he would take me to the entrance of the underworld, and just let me go back through the entrance.

When I was about to turn around and leave, suddenly, as if on the opposite bridge, I saw my master You Sheng.