Hell Live Room: Block my account? I'll beat your dad

The underworld.

Zhang Qingyuan followed Zhao Jin on the desolate and dead land.

Behind him was a huge city that looked like a chasm in the sky. The black city walls became a barrier on the earth. It was the famous Fengdu City in the underworld.

Outside Fengdu City, there were ghost dens in the underworld that were not controlled by the underworld. There were wild graves, deserted ghost villages, dark temples, evil and dry mountains... All kinds of terrible hells could swallow up any ghosts who dared to wander out of the city.

Under his feet was a strange yellow mud road, which formed an extremely clear boundary with the dark soil of the underworld.

There was light on the path, but outside the path was darkness like the mouth of an abyss. Standing on the path, one could see graves standing in the darkness, evil spirits wandering around, and various strange and terrifying souls...

As for the farther part, it was swallowed by the darkness, and one could not see clearly what was inside. However, the oppressive outlines of the dark ridges were unusually conspicuous. Just by looking at them, one could feel a chill and evil rushing straight into the soul.

"Gulu……"Zhang Qingyuan swallowed his saliva, felt his scalp tingling, and asked:"Senior, why are we leaving the city?"

"Go to the world of the living!" Zhao Jin said, walking in front with his hands behind his back without looking back.

"Then why bring me along?"

"You don't have to come."

Hearing this, Zhang Qingyuan looked at the ancient magic sword on the back of the man in front of him... Damn it, if you hadn't put the sword on my neck, I wouldn't have come.

"Boy, don't think too much. I am willing to take you to the world of the living because of the luck you have accumulated in eight lifetimes. If it were someone else, I would not have the time to do so. Do you think that anyone can walk on the road under your feet and that everyone knows it?"

Zhang Qingyuan naturally noticed the difference in the yellow mud road under his feet. It was obviously not like the things in the underworld, nor was it the ordinary yellow mud in the world of the living. He couldn't tell what it was specifically. He didn't learn such things in his nine-year compulsory education.

"Senior, what is this yellow mud road? And these evil ghosts and evil creatures on the side don't seem to enter this road?"

Zhao Jin was also suspected of being a teacher, and explained:"This is the road that Buddha walked. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva knows it, right? If I don't go to hell, who will? I vow not to become a Buddha until hell is empty. I have heard of this. This is the road that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva walked when he entered hell. Wherever the great Buddha passes, it is a paradise. Naturally, these ghosts outside cannot set foot in the paradise."

"The road that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva walked?" Zhang Qingyuan looked at the yellow mud road under his feet and once again felt that the myth was so close to him.

Or rather, he had been in the myth since his death.

The two of them walked forward on the yellow mud road with their heads down. From time to time, there were terrifying ghosts peeking in the darkness around them, but as Zhao Jin said, it was impossible to step on the yellow mud road at all. There are so many wronged souls and evil spirits in the underworld, and it is probably difficult for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to realize his ambition of saving all the sentient beings in hell.

Following the yellow mud road, the two soon came to the bank of a dark river. The river was black and the bottom could not be seen, but from time to time, hideous-looking fish could be seen jumping out of the water and falling into it.

Zhao Jin took out a paper boat and threw it into the river. The paper boat immediately fell and turned into a small black boat in the river.

""Let's go!"

Without waiting for Zhang Qingyuan to ask, Zhao Jin grabbed him and jumped directly onto the boat. The next second, there was a rumbling sound of water coming from the river. The sound was very loud, like someone constantly beating a drum in his ear.

"What is this?"

"Ferry... Sit tight and don't talk! If you fall from here and fall into the river or into the gap between Yin and Yang, don't expect me to save you." Zhao Jin threw him into the boat, then sat on the bow, lit the lantern hanging above, and began to go down the river.

The scenery on the river bank quickly blurred and stretched... The boat sailed towards an unknown place at a terrifying speed.

……

In Fengmen Village,

Zhao Yuanshan thought that he could live in peace with the evil spirits hiding in the dark, but the peace did not last long. Tiny ashes began to fall from the sky, and a large amount of paper money fell with the wind, just like falling leaves in autumn.

"Woo woo woo……"

The evil wind swept the ashes and paper money into the range covered by the altar's divine light, but it did not cause any reaction.

It was just like ordinary paper money.

But Zhao Yuanshan instantly realized that something was wrong. There was a faint cry in the darkness, miserable and sad, like a funeral.

Soon, something emerged from the evil black fog to explain the reason for the abnormal phenomenon.

A group of ghosts were seen carrying a black coffin slowly. There were also ghosts on both sides of the coffin, with stiff and weird expressions following the funeral procession.

With the appearance of the funeral procession, more and more paper money fell, and at the same time, the ashes in the sky fell like snowflakes, piling up a layer of dust on the ground.

""The evil ghosts will bury me, and I will die!"

Zhao Yuanshan jumped up from the altar, grabbed the wooden sword on the table, and shouted,"Humph! You are far from being able to bury me!""

"The time has come...……"

"Into the coffin!"

"Coffin……"

""Into the coffin!"

One after another, the cries came, like the sound of a demon urging death. If there was any slackness, the soul would be called away directly, sealed in the coffin and carried to be buried.

As for what would happen after the burial, no one knew, because no one who was buried came back alive.

"The Supreme Spiritual Treasure, the Dharma is revealed, the heavenly soldiers and generals, obey your orders in front of the throne……"

As Zhao Yuanshan performed the ritual, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and a golden divine light shone brightly. A team of 100 cavalrymen rode on war horses and arrived in front of the altar.

These were the Taoist soldiers under Zhao Yuanshan's command, and they were also led by General Fu Wei. Although they were missing their commander and their strength was greatly reduced, they could still deal with some ordinary ghosts. The only difficulty was how to capture the evil ghost so as to find Zhang Qingyuan's soul.

"Heavenly soldiers, listen to my orders, ward off evil spirits and protect the road!"

Zhao Yuanshan gave an order, and the soldiers followed his orders, forming a line of defense, blocking the path that the funeral procession had to take.

""The ghost followers can be killed, but the evil ghosts will stay!" Another order was given, and the Taoist soldiers under his command immediately attacked the ghost followers who were carrying the coffin and the funeral.

Every Taoist soldier held a sword and rushed into the ghost followers, almost crushing them, and chopped them one by one into ashes.

However, the black coffin carried by the four ghost followers could not sit still, and the coffin lid jumped up and down. A wisp of blood emanated from it, flowing to the ground like blood, and slowly gathered into a human shape.

""Hmph, are you finally willing to show up?" Zhao Yuanshan asked.

As the blood and energy gathered, a ghost of normal height, wearing a red coat, with his head lowered and his black hair covering his face, appeared in front of everyone.