Peach Blossom Shop

Chapter 38 Eighteen Levels of Hell

Wang Shihua's news came really quickly. That afternoon, Lin Manlu received a call. Afterwards, Wang Shihua sent all the residents living in Unit X of XX Community, including photos and names, to Lin Manlu's mobile phone by email. superior.

Lin Manlu immediately called Xiyue, and through the photos, Xiyue found the man Xu Kaiming at a glance.

Seeing Xiyue staring at the photo on the phone with teary eyes, Lin Manlu tucked her cheeks and said, "Xiyue, no matter how much information there is, the police I know are unwilling to provide more."

Xiyue raised a pair of watery eyes and looked at Lin Manlu. Lin Manlu suddenly felt a little unbearable, and hurriedly said, "However, it says that he is only in his 40s, even though he died The possibility is not high, I still have to ask the ghost messengers in the underworld, you should be mentally prepared!"

Xiyue's delicate face, like a flower and jade, dimmed slightly, she nodded, and said in a low voice, "Boss Laurin is here."

After that, Xiyue, still holding the yellowed oil-paper umbrella, left the peach blossom shop slowly, walked to the alley and disappeared.

Lin Manlu used the summoning talisman to call two familiar ghost messengers, and gave them all the names of the residents in the X unit building of XX community 21 years ago, and asked them to check if there was any news about these people in the underworld.

The ghost messenger made a note and promised to reply to Lin Manlu in half an hour.

Lin Manlu nodded, and when the two ghost messengers disappeared from the store, they realized that Zhang Zeyu was not in the store.Feeling strange, she ran to the back hall to look for it, only to see Xiaohua rubbing against Daniel, mumbling what she was talking about, Daniel wagging his tail and humming to perfunctory her.

"Xiaohua, did you see Yuyu?" Lin Manlu searched around twice, but couldn't find Zhang Zeyu, so he ran to ask Xiaohua.

Xiaohua squatted on the ground, raised her head, "I didn't see the boss, is the boss gone, boss?"

Lin Manlu scratched her hair and ignored Xiao Hua's question, so she pouted and went back to the shop sullenly, walked to the Eight Immortals table, kicked the legs of the table, and said, "Smelly Yuyu! You don't even want to leave!" Talk to me! Hate!"

Because Zhang Zeyu never used a mobile phone, and Lin Manlu couldn't find him with the sound transmission talisman, so he sat behind the counter in a dull mood, and angrily started to dial the abacus and reconcile the account!
And at this time, where is Zhang Zeyu?

It turned out that when Lin Manlu was sending Xiyue away, Zhang Zeyu left from the Yinyang Gate in the store and arrived at the Yincao Difu——Meng Chuan sent a message saying that Bai Le had found something and asked him to go to the Difu as soon as possible.

When Zhang Zeyu arrived at the Yan Luo Hall on the tenth floor, he saw Bai Le sitting on the judge's chair with Erlang's legs crossed, looking like an old man. There were two little ghosts beside him, one was serving tea and pouring water, the other was pinching his shoulders and beating his back. Le is holding the judge of life and death pen, and is drawing in circles with his official document book.Seeing this, Zhang Zeyu's eyelids twitched.

"Your Majesty, Zhang Xingjun is here." An imp next to him saw Zhang Zeyu approaching in a blink of an eye, and quickly reminded Bai Le in a low voice.

When Bai Le heard it, he turned his head to look, threw away the official document in his hand, and grinned, "Mr. Xing is here! I'm not far away to welcome you."

Zhang Zeyu's eyelids twitched again.

"Go down!" Bai Le waved away the little devil who was serving beside him, and then smiled and approached Zhang Zeyu, asking, "How is Lulu? Is it better?"

Zhang Zeyu nodded, "He's recovering well. But I'm still a little concerned about Du Zhuotian's affairs. What did you find?"

Bai Le stuffed the judge's pen into his pocket, looked left and right, and said, "You guessed right, something went wrong in the [-]th floor of hell, and it was suppressed by the ghost servants below. I have already stripped those ghost servants." I have registered as a ghost, and locked it up."

Zhang Zeyu frowned, "What's wrong?"

Bai Le turned around, walked out of the hall, and said to Zhang Zeyu, "I'll tell you personally, you probably won't believe it. Come on, I'll take you to the [-]th floor of hell."

A trace of uneasiness appeared in Zhang Zeyu's heart, and he hurriedly followed Bai Le into the depths of the underworld.

The so-called [-]-story hell does not mean that this hell is located on the [-]th floor of the underworld, but [-] places similar to prisons, which are mainly used to detain the souls of humans or demons who committed heinous crimes during their lifetime, and make them suffer in the dungeon. It is a hundred times more painful torture than mutilating others in life.Back then when Zhang Zeyu brought Du Zhuotian's soul to the underworld, Lord Yan locked his soul in the most severe skinning hell in the underworld without saying a word to Bai Le, making him suffer a hundred times more cruel skinning than Ling Chi, and he was forced to die or perish , tormented every day.

Zhang Zeyu followed Bai Le through the seventeenth floor of hell in front of him, and the screams of souls being tortured kept ringing in his ears. Even though he was cold-blooded and heartless, he couldn't help frowning.

Arriving at the door of the prison on the No. 18th floor, Bai Le pointed to the inside of the prison. He stood in front of a pillar and leaned against it. He lit a cigarette and took a slow breath. The smoke he exhaled slowly rose. On the pillars carved with eighteen layers of hell punishment, go around.

Zhang Zeyu frowned, pushed open the door of the peeling hell, and walked in.Facing him, he smelled the familiar smell of blood - it seems that Du Zhuotian has been punished here every day for so many years.

Zhang Zeyu walked around the prison door, staring at the torture tools of the skinning hell, and suddenly frowned, squatting down, staring at the brackets of the skinning torture tools, the more he looked... the more he felt something was wrong.

"Tsk tsk, your eyes almost match Dou Shengfo's piercing eyes." Bai Le walked in with a cigarette between his hands, and blew smoke into Zhang Zeyu's face.

Zhang Zeyu slapped his hands, waved away the smoke in front of him, pointed to the mark in front of the bracket and said, "This scratch should not be a mark left by the utensils of the underworld, right?"

Bai Le nodded, "It's not true, what does it look like to you?"

Zhang Zeyu pinched his chin, stared at the notch as thin as a hair, thought for a while, and said, "Is it a magic weapon like whisk?"

"Ahem!" Bai Le almost took a puff of cigarette into his stomach. After coughing for a while, he gave Zhang Zeyu a thumbs up, "How did you know that?"

Zhang Zeyu's heart skipped a beat, "Really?"

Bai Le saw that something was wrong with Zhang Zeyu's expression, so he put away the joke, and said calmly, "It is indeed the trace left by the whisk. When I came to investigate, I found this." Bai Le took it out of his arms , then took out a white hair and handed it to Zhang Zeyu.

Zhang Zeyu took a look, his face became even uglier.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with this whisk?" Bai Le asked.

Zhang Zeyu looked at the white fur on the palm of his hand, with a cold look on his brows, and said lightly, "Another Taoist priest..." Then, he told Bai Le about the Taoist priest that Li Xianglan's mother and son had met before.

After listening to Bai Le, he still put the cigarette in his hand on the ground, crushed it out with his feet, clapped his hands, and said, "It seems that the comer is not kind!"

Zhang Zeyu turned his head and looked around the peeling hell. In the huge hell, there was only a strong smell of blood left, and said, "Although it is not very sure, Du Zhuotian's escape from prison is related to this Taoist priest, but he can't help but be able to escape without anyone noticing." To sneak into the [-]th floor of hell and help Du Zhuotian escape from prison, he must not be a mortal. Bai Le, you have to be careful and investigate."

Bai Le nodded, "I see, I will pay attention to it from my side, and look for it from your side as well."

Zhang Zeyu clenched the white hair whisk in his hand and nodded.

　There is a second update tonight~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)