I grab red envelopes with the gods

Chapter 176

Everyone thinks that hell really has eighteen floors, but it is not.

In fact, the eighteen floors of hell are not like a building with a total of eighteen floors from top to bottom. The eighteen floors of hell are all in one plane. The world, this world is divided into many parts.

Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River, Mengpo soup in front of the Naihe Bridge.

Yang Feng stopped in front of the bridge, and suddenly thought of a very important thing: this cheating little book didn't tell him how to cross the Naihe Bridge!

There was a person sitting in front of the bridge, but Yang Feng couldn't connect her with Po Meng, because the person sitting here was a young girl who looked very young.

The girl looked at Yang Feng, and said angrily, "The one over there, the one looking around!"

Yang Feng pointed to himself and asked, "Are you talking about me?"

"That's right, it's you!" The girl waved to him, signaling him to go over.

Although there was no swelling on his face and it wasn't too painful, Yang Feng still looked like a pig.

"You are Po Meng?"

Dissatisfaction appeared on the girl's face, "How dare you scold me?"

When did the word Meng Po become a curse word?

"I didn't scold you!"

"I'm so young, you all call me Meng Po, I've only taken this position for 200 years!"

"Oh~"

Yang Feng decisively decided to stay away from this old hag.

"What are you doing sneakily?"

"I want to go to hell!" Yang Feng confessed honestly.

"Oh, let's go in!" Meng Po said lightly.

"Is there nothing to ask?"

"You are a living person, as long as you have the ability to go in, what can you ask for? After you go in and see Niutou, tell him to come out, and I will find him for important things." Looks like something shy.

Goose bumps all over Yang Feng's body, and the image of Niutou standing with this girl appeared in his heart. "I'll tell him if I see him!"

The Naihe Bridge is a stone bridge, unlike the stone arch bridge in Yangjian, which is built of stone blocks one by one, the Naihe Bridge seems to be a whole piece.

The ghosts on the Naihe bridge moved forward mechanically, and some of them wandered on the bridge for some reason.

Plop!
A ghost jumped off the Naihe Bridge, and the Wangchuan River splashed with ripples. The ghost wanted to swim away, but within two seconds, there was not even the dregs left.

The ghost guards at both ends of the Naihe Bridge didn't even look at it, as if this was a normal thing for them.

Just after getting off the Naihe Bridge, the ghost messenger at this end said to Yang Feng expressionlessly: "The Naihe Bridge cannot be reversed, trespassers will leave the Wangchuan River"

"Then how do I go back?" Yang Feng was a little worried, whether Xiaoshu didn't leave him a way out at all.

The ghost impatiently said one more word to him: "Swim back!"

Walking through the Naihe Bridge, you will see the scope of hell in front of you, and you can see countless ghosts busy here, including bull heads and horse faces.

Niutou Mamian recognized Yang Feng at a glance, but because he saw Yang Feng coming from the other side of the Wangchuan River, he turned his head and ran away with a look of fear, and Ma Mian followed closely behind.

Of course Yang Feng understood that Niutou couldn't be afraid of him, obviously it was Meng Po across the river who made him escape.

When a living person came in, besides the bull's head and horse's face, it naturally attracted the attention of others.

A kid holding a giant pliers ran over bouncingly and asked loudly, "Hey, what are you here for?"

"Oh, I'll send something for the God of Cookery." Yang Feng took out the soup base of the God of Cookery from the small gourd, and shook it in front of the kid.

The little ghost stretched out its tongue more than ten centimeters to lick its lips, and it suddenly roared: "The God of Cookery is here again!"

"The God of Cookery has finally come, we don't have to eat tasteless bones"

"That's right, Yin Kui Chong doesn't have the soup base of God of Cookery, it tastes like chewing dirt"

"Boss Niutau said that, we can no longer go to rest like last time."

"Don't be afraid, I just saw the boss go away, and I'm sure he won't be back in a short time"

The scene immediately fell into chaos. From the pliers held in the hands of the little ghosts and ghost messengers here, it can be seen that this should be the first hell: tongue-pulling hell!
All the ghosts surround Yang Feng, hug him and go further inside.There are many evil ghosts who are being tortured in Tongue Pulling Hell. At this time, because of Yang Feng's arrival, they also gained a moment of peace.

When Yang Feng was escorted to the second hell, the ghosts following him were already like long dragons, and there were no people in the whole tongue-pulling hell.

Ahead should be the second hell: scissors hell!

But it seemed very deserted here, only a few little ghosts were lying in it.

"Why is this place the same as the one in the sky?" Yang Feng said to himself curiously. In fact, he didn't mean to ask, but these little ghosts seemed to be ready to mess with him, and rushed to come over.

The kid who moved the fastest said softly, "Punishment in Hell of Scissors is for those who remarry after being widowed or instigate widows to remarry, but too many people have entered Hell of Scissors over the years. It is not a crime, so it is temporarily banned, and I heard that it is discussing reopening recently!"

"Well, that's really a good idea."

Now the world is much more open, and it doesn't discriminate against women like it used to. This hell really still exists. Isn't it true that all good people will suffer in hell.

"Who is in charge of recording, Master Chef said, it's better to ban it!"

Someone recorded it immediately.

Yang Feng immediately felt that it's better not to talk nonsense, so as not to cause some messy things to the God of Cookery.

Next, I experienced Iron Tree Hell, Nie Jing Hell, Steamer Hell, Copper Pillar Hell, Knife Mountain Hell, and Iceberg Hell.

Yang Fengyue realized that something was wrong, these little ghosts seemed to regard him as the God of Cookery, even if he said a word casually, these little ghosts would speak the truth on the spot.

Has the God of Cookery not shown his face in hell before!

Thinking about this appeal, the God of Cookery is the boss in the underworld!

The ninth floor of hell, the oil pan hell.

Yang Feng stared blankly at the pot in front of him, is this a pot?
This is a super big pot with a diameter of a thousand meters. Such a big pot is really enough to feed all the little ghosts, Yang Feng has no doubts at all.

Countless eyes stared at Yang Feng, expecting him to make a move.

Yang Feng shook it in front of his chest in a mysterious way. He made a whole drop of the God of Cookery soup in the gourd. It was not because of his generosity, but because the pot was too big. When he went to the underworld, Yang Feng could only use a whole drop in distress.

Then comes the scary time.

Imagine that countless little ghosts and ghost messengers took out all kinds of disgusting and terrifying things from their bodies, such as big bugs, black bones, etc., and they were all thrown into them in one go.

"Master Chef, please enjoy first"

Yang Feng was almost vomited by this sentence, no wonder the God of Cookery disliked them, and actually cooked these strange things with the soup base of the God of Cookery.

"No, I have something important to do"

The group of ghosts made way for Yang Feng, the hell that is difficult for ordinary people to enter, just swaggered in so easily.

It can be said that Yang Feng was the most high-profile person who entered the underworld. After all, even if he was a real God of Cookery, he put a drop of God of Cookery soup in the pot at the beginning, and left after leaving a word.

Therefore, Yang Feng became the "God of Cookery" inexplicably under the rumors spread among these little ghosts.

After walking through the remaining nine layers of hell, Yang Feng arrived in front of the legendary Hall of the King of Hades.

Everything was arranged perfectly by Xiaoshu, and it went terribly smoothly!
Yang Feng has been wondering, the little ghost and the ghost messenger may indeed be attracted by the soup base of the God of Cookery, but the real ghosts and gods in the Palace of the King of Hades, how could he get the Book of Life and Death from their hands, and tear off a piece of paper from it? Page.

(End of this chapter)