After the five-year-old milk bag came down the mountain, everyone was vying to dote on her

The middle-aged man was so angry that he squirmed and refused to follow him.

Seeing how fiercely he resisted and how terribly cold the surroundings were, Mu Cong said a few more words.

The other party was completely like, I don't want to listen to the bastard chanting sutras, and insisted not to go to hell, making sure that I could return to Yang.

"No matter how much you delay, it's just a waste of time! Why are you so stubborn? Your soul has left your body and gone to the underworld, and you still think you can survive?"

Mu Cong was a little irritable again, and he was about to continue a verbal war with the middle-aged male ghost for another three hundred rounds.

Ruanruan finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"He's right. The Underworld Road is indeed the last chance for people to return to the sun after death."

Strictly speaking, a soul cannot be called a ghost when it leaves the body and enters Fengdu City.

Although their souls have left their bodies, their bodies are still alive.

At this time, if there are knowledgeable people who are willing to help and extend people's lives, they will come to Huangquan Road to snatch people's souls and bring them back to the earth to restore the world.

However, human lifespan is fixed.

If you want to come to Huangquan Road to rob someone, you must have a lifespan filled in for him.

This middle-aged old ghost wants to buy himself some life by buying life money.

When walking on the road to hell, let his family snatch his soul back to the world.

If no software appears, this operation is absolutely feasible.

It's a pity that he encountered Ruanruan.

A little Taoist boy who hates evil as much as he hates it and can't tolerate sand in his eyes.

"Just give up, it's useless. Miss sister didn't spend your money, nor did she take it as her own. This deal is not valid. As long as I'm here, no one dares to steal your soul. You have to go to Huangquan Road today. Walk!"

Xiaotuanzi has a childish voice and is still small.

But the momentum of these few words is enough to reach 1.8 meters.

Ruanruan didn't want to talk nonsense with this middle-aged ghost anymore, so she grabbed the rope and set foot on the road to hell.

The soul of the middle-aged old ghost was dragged along every step of the way, and he was still swearing.

Mu Cong quickly followed him. Listening to the middle-aged man's yelling and cursing, he wanted to find something to stop his mouth.

But unfortunately he doesn't have that ability at all.

The Huangquan Road stretches as far as the eye can see, as if you can't reach the end no matter how you walk.

At first, the surroundings were deserted and not a single soul could be seen.

But after walking for a while, he saw many wandering souls floating forward with dull expressions.

The fear had long been diluted by the middle-aged ghost's noise.

Mu Congzhen was like a tourist, looking left and right with curious eyes open.

Suddenly, there was a tapping sound in my ears.

Like a gong coming from it.

"Someone is coming! Someone is coming to pick me up!"

The middle-aged ghost suddenly stopped cursing and listened to the sound of the gong, his face full of surprise.

Ke's smile didn't last for a second before it completely broke.

Xiaotuanzi waved his hand, a beam of golden light flashed across, and the sound of the gong suddenly disappeared.

"Give up, you can't grab this soul!"

The sound of the little nipples is loud and clear.

The surroundings really became quiet.

The middle-aged old man's face was full of decadence, and even though he felt unwilling to do so, it was of no avail.

Soon everything suddenly became clear.

Huangquan Road finally saw the end, and a majestic high platform appeared in front of us.

The high platform exudes bursts of cold light, and the gloomy air is overwhelming. Looking up, there are three big characters written on the top: Wangxiang Terrace.

The third stop on the Thirteenth Road to the Underworld has arrived.

Once here, the middle-aged old ghost has no hope of coming back to life.

He no longer struggled or cursed.

He floated up from the ground very consciously, and then floated to the top of the high platform.

Immediately afterwards, Ruanruan and Mu Cong saw the high platform emitting bursts of light. An almost transparent picture appears in front of you.

In the picture, a middle-aged man lying on the hospital bed exhaled his last breath, and all the machines around him to monitor his physical signs began to beep.

Beside the hospital bed was a man with oil paint on his face and a gong in his hand.

He shook his head slightly towards the other men and women with bitter faces.

Suddenly a burst of crying and wailing broke out.

The ghost of the middle-aged man also showed a bitter smile.

Wangxiangtai.

Give the ghosts who are nostalgic for the world a last chance to see their hometown and relatives.

The picture stops, which means that the yin and yang are separated.

Never meet again.

The middle-aged male ghost remained motionless until the scene completely disappeared.

He just stood on the high platform, exuding an aura of sadness and decadence.

"Sister, don't you tell him to come down and hurry up?"

"Don't rush the ghost on the Wangxiang Platform. Yin and Yang are separated. This is his only chance to linger on the world."

Xiaotuanzi couldn't hold it back anymore and rolled his eyes at Mu Cong.

The middle-aged ghost did something wrong indeed.

If you want to live, you will use destructive tricks to harm the lives of others.

But right or wrong is a matter for the judge to deal with.

The soul has actually been escorted to the Lookout Station, so why not give him the last bit of goodwill in the world?

Don't even give me a chance to miss you.

It's not like they can waste this little time.

In the next two stops, the middle-aged male ghost might run faster than anyone else.

Mu Cong was stared at in confusion. He touched his nose and said nothing.

The middle-aged man waited for a while and finally floated down from the river viewing platform.

It was time for them to head to their fourth stop.

Suddenly it was light.

There is actually light in the underworld.

The sound of dogs barking came to my ears, one after another, in an endless stream.

Mu Cong and Ruanruan didn't think anything when they heard the dog barking.

The middle-aged old ghost kept shivering.

This dog barking seems to have a unique shocking effect on the soul.

As the screams become clearer and louder, the soul will instinctively feel very scared.

This is the fourth stop of the Thirteen Stations of the Underworld: Evil Dog Ridge.

After actually walking into Evil Dog Ridge, it didn't take long for them to see groups of vicious dogs coming toward them.

Their eyes are fierce, their mouths are full of steel teeth, their fur is as hard as steel wire, and they bite at every soul.

As long as they bite, they will never let go, shaking their heads wildly, no matter how hard these souls try, they can't escape.

After a while, some of the surrounding souls had their legs bitten off, some had their feet torn off, some had one arms, and some had their hands severed.

Almost none of them are complete.

Although the soul does not bleed, Mu Cong couldn't help but feel frightened when he saw such a cruel scene.

I shudder to think that one day in the future I will have to walk through these thirteen stations of the underworld.

"Sister, are these things we must go through after death? Is there really no way to see the King of Hell?"

"How can the King of Hell be so easy to see? No matter what method you use, you can't see the King of Hell."

Xiaotuanzi rolled his eyes again, feeling that his second brother's brain circuit was very different from ordinary people.

See the King of Hell?

Ordinary people don't have that qualification.

To be able to see the Ten Palaces of Yama, it must be because of the good deeds accumulated by the ancestors, or because of the unforgivable evil.

I still want to see the King of Hell. (End of chapter)