I avoided the golden rooster and turned to one side. After avoiding several rooster attacks, I was about to leave the mountain, but I found that the golden rooster appeared in front of me again, blocking my way.
I frowned, and was about to change the route again, but found that the golden rooster's eyes were staring at me, as if interested in me. In order to test my thinking, I deliberately changed the location far away, only to realize that everything was not my illusion, and the golden rooster followed me all the time.
What surprised me even more was that no other rooster attacked me when I watched the rooster stay still.
It seems that I must have a battle with this golden rooster. I sighed in my heart, and then slowly stepped forward. As I moved, the golden rooster visibly tensed up, and the feathers on its neck stood up, looking like a professional fighting cock.
There are too many ghosts here now, and I don't want to reveal my identity, because according to the middle-aged man, when they enter the gate of ghosts, a memory that may belong to them will naturally appear in their minds, and this memory Although it is very simple, it tells them the basic laws of the underworld.
In other words, neither middle-aged people nor the ghosts here can use ghost skills. Once I use them, it is very likely that my identity will be exposed and my trip to the underworld will be inexplicably changed.
I was hesitating, and the golden rooster didn't attack. We stood silently, with a sense of sight of peerless masters duel. Of course, we couldn't look at the ghosts who escaped from the top of the mountain, and those contemptuous and sympathetic eyes.
Perhaps seeing that I haven't moved for a long time, the golden rooster's paws are slowly moving on the ground. The top of the mountain is full of stones, which looks extremely hard, but under the golden rooster's strokes, the three deep marks make me swallow my mouth water.
"Benefactor, let me down, I can't drag you down." The middle-aged man also saw the current situation and begged.
I shook my head: "Don't worry, I will take you there safely."
What the middle-aged man was still saying, but I didn't care at all, because when I was talking, I saw a trace of disdain in Jinji's eyes, and even shook his head slightly.
Can the golden rooster understand what I say? As soon as I finished thinking about it, I almost slapped myself. What does the underworld do? To put it bluntly, it manages the six realms of reincarnation. .
I relaxed my whole body and walked towards the golden rooster. The golden rooster looked puzzled, but did not give up attacking. Just when I was about to walk in front of the golden rooster, the golden rooster moved. Its movement only flashed a golden shadow in front of my eyes. Before I could react, it reached my chest and stopped.
That is to say, I am a ghost now, otherwise my whole body must be soaked in sweat.
The golden rooster's expression became even more puzzled. Looking at the ghost order in my hand, he slowly put away his attacking stance. Fortunately, I was right, and I was also secretly glad that I had prepared the ghost order in advance, otherwise, I would have With the speed of the golden rooster just now, I didn't have time to come up with the ghost order.
I looked at the golden rooster, and was trying to use some excuse to let the golden rooster out of the way, but the golden rooster gave way dissatisfied. Then I saw a ghost about to run off the top of the mountain, and quickly pecked at it. There was a huge scream, that ghost A huge hole was pecked out in the chest.
I quickly crossed the edge of the mountain and ran down the mountain without stopping at all. It was too damn dangerous, and I doubted whether the golden rooster would find out my identity.
At the foot of the mountain, I still didn't stop, and ran all the way along the direction of the ghost, until a scene that surprised me appeared in front of me.
Ahead is a very large village with sparse and old houses. The reason why it looks large is because there are so many open spaces and it occupies a large area. The most important thing is that although there is still no sun, the scope of the village is the same as during the day Bright, it seems that there seems to be an alternation of day and night here.
On the largest open space in the village, there is a road leading to the front, with no end in sight. On both sides of the road, there are crowds of people, colorful flags fluttering, as if some kind of party is being held, there are Yangko dancers, dragon and lion dancers, and it is very lively.
In a blink of an eye, I seemed to have returned to the world from the underworld.
"What is this place?" I asked in surprise.
The middle-aged man seemed shocked by the sight in front of him, and he answered after a while: "This is the place where ghosts rest, and it is also the last paradise. If you go any further, you will be judged and enter the eighteenth level of hell."
The middle-aged man’s answer made me heave a sigh of relief. The Vigou Ridge and Jinji Mountain in front of me made me feel tense. Now I can finally relax, but will the man in Hanfu be here? He had already walked over and brought the female ghost to accept the trial.
I felt a little uneasy in my heart, you know, if the female ghost has really been tried and locked up, I really don't have the confidence to bring her back.
The middle-aged man called me several times, and then I slowly walked into the village. I had already entered the area of the village. I found that the middle-aged man on his back suddenly became heavier, and he untied the rope and walked down. .
I turned around in surprise, only to see the middle-aged man with intact hands and feet, looking at me excitedly. I turned my head and saw that the wound on my shoulder was gone, and I seemed to have fully recovered.
It's just very strange, I always feel that something is wrong with my shoulder, after thinking about it, it may be that the recovery of the wound has a certain process, or my ghost body is different from the ghosts entered through these regular channels.
The middle-aged man kept saying grateful words to me, he must repay me, I thought for a while, this village is too big and crowded with people, it is difficult for me to find a man in Hanfu, so I simply let the middle-aged man Help me find a man in Hanfu, the middle-aged man readily agreed, so we split into two groups.
However, until it was getting late, I still did not find the man in Hanfu, so I had to wait for the middle-aged man on the road in the village as agreed to see if he could find anything.
This is the only road in the village. After standing by the pool in the middle, many ghosts walked along the road. It seemed that they were going to be judged. Could it be that these people thought they had done nothing wrong? I was quite curious, the most curious thing was why I went to the pool to take a photo.
Out of curiosity, I also stood by the pool. There was no reflection of me in the pool. It seemed that the water was unusual. I looked at a ghost next to me and found that he had a reflection.
This has nothing to do with my ghost body, because I found that I am not the only one who has no reflection.
What is even more strange to me is that after I took photos by the pool, I felt a lot of malicious eyes. When I turned my head to look, there were laughing crowds everywhere, but I didn't find anything.
I was wondering, a familiar voice sounded beside me: "Uncle."
As if struck by lightning, I turned my head after a while, only to see the little girl still wrapped in the white shroud, standing in front of me.
"Little girl."
"Um."
"Why are you here? Uncle, Uncle, I'm sorry for you." I lowered my head in shame.
The little girl did not answer my question, but looked around vigilantly, pulled me aside, and said anxiously: "Uncle, you are dead too? Why are you here?"
I looked at the little girl in surprise: "What's wrong here?"
The little girl stomped her feet angrily: "Uncle, do you have no reflection in the pool?"
I nodded, more puzzled.
But the little girl said: "Uncle, tonight I will dream about my third aunt and let them burn paper for you, but you must be careful tonight, don't trust anyone."
I'm a little depressed, I'm not dead yet, what dream did you entrust to the third aunt and the others, how can I explain this entrusted dream to my mother.
I quickly refused, and asked with the little girl's anxious expression on the verge of crying: "Little girl, what kind of place is this? Why did you burn paper to hold your dream?"
The little girl looked around again, carefully approached my ear and said the real place name here.