No no no, that's not right...
The point is not right. The point is that the female cultivator, who had been tortured half to death by "Tianming Chao" and was now thought to have been boiled unconscious, quietly opened her eyes and even asked them if she needed help!
help
How else can I help
The only thing on their mind at the moment was the "Tianming Copy". Almost instantly, the small-headed ghost and the big-headed ghost easily judged from her words: this female cultivator could read!
At that moment, the big-headed ghost was moved.
He couldn't even help but say in surprise: "You know—um, um um um!"
The originally excited voice turned into a struggling sound that was suppressed in the next moment.
The small-headed ghost had a gloomy face, and almost the moment the big-headed ghost opened his mouth, he slapped him hard.
"Know, know, know, know, what the hell! Don't talk!"
He turned his head with extreme fear and looked at Jianchou, and he looked a little trembling.
Obviously, Jianchou's existence was beyond his imagination.
Because he came from an isolated island on earth and was originally a "human" there, the little-headed ghost has some understanding of the physical body.
Although I knew that some monks had cultivated their bodies to a very high level, this was the first time that one could be unharmed and not even show any sign of pain after being boiled for half the night.
The pair of eyes that looked back at him were so calm, so peaceful, they didn't look like those of a prisoner.
In fact, when she saw the funny situation of the big-headed ghost, there was a hint of smile in her eyes.
The little-headed ghost knew with his toes that this female cultivator was definitely different from the cultivators he had heard about from Judge Chu and others before.
Even, it’s dangerous!
The big-headed ghost’s head was almost pressed against the table, but the small-headed ghost showed no intention of letting go, so he could only make a few vague shouts to express his grievance and dissatisfaction.
The little-headed ghost was still staring at Jianchou, but his eyes were filled with endless vigilance and disbelief.
have to.
As soon as he saw that look, Jianchou knew that there seemed to be no hope.
Although everything is ready, the time is not yet ripe.
The little-headed ghost was probably really like the word "sly and cunning". He was cautious and vigilant. He would never trust a "prisoner" who he thought had a grudge against him.
So, Jianchou looked at the dilapidated roof, and there was not a single starlight in the gaps.
This is a completely strange world.
She was trapped in this world for no reason, but she didn't know where her fellow disciples from Yashan, her companions from Qingfeng Temple, and her old naughty master were at the moment, and whether they knew her whereabouts...
Or thought she was dead
Just by taking a look, she suddenly felt a little melancholy.
So, she suddenly showed an emotion on her face that neither the big-headed ghost nor the small-headed ghost could understand, and then she smiled faintly: "Maybe you don't need help now, but you can still call me when you need help, if I haven't been cooked yet."
The last sentence should be a joke.
But it's not a funny joke.
The little-headed ghost didn't know why, but his heart suddenly trembled.
He even had an inexplicable sense of guilt that made his fingertips seem cold.
After Jianchou said that, he slowly closed his eyes, as if he wanted to have a good sleep.
Then, the house fell into an eerie silence.
Apart from the boiling water in the vat, no other sound could be heard.
The dim oil lamp was lit on the broken wooden table, swaying back and forth, making the expressions on the two little ghosts' faces flicker and tremble along with the swaying.
This was bound to be a tough night.
Whether it was the big-headed ghost or the small-headed ghost, they had almost no intention of doing anything throughout the second half of the night.
"Tianmingchao" was spread out on the table. Both of them seemed to be frozen, sitting stiffly at the table, sometimes looking at each other, sometimes looking at "Tianmingchao", and sometimes looking at Jianchou.
In the evil land of the extreme region, this gloomy and depressing night passed in this eerie silence.
Early the next morning, a faint white light slowly rose from the farthest edge of the bad land and projected onto the sky filled with dark fog and dim yellow dust, turning it into a mixture of gray and dim colors.
Across the vast wasteland, countless grasses swayed under the gradually brightening sky.
Behind the mountains, in the dilapidated little village, little kids can be seen gradually coming out of their houses and greeting each other.
Jianchou slowly opened his eyes.
A few rays of light came through the cracks from outside the house, illuminating the tiny particles floating in the air and projecting into her eyes.
So, at that moment, there was suddenly a glass-like texture under her dark eyes.
The big-headed ghost with two big dark circles under his eyes just opened his mouth and suddenly froze.
The little-headed ghost had already packed up the two copies of "Tianmingchao" and was now standing by the door, picking up the long sword that was leaning against the door frame.
His breath was held, and he grasped the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other, and once again exerted all his strength.
The edge of the scabbard fits the hilt of the sword tightly, as if it were cast from molten iron, without any signs of cracking.
“Damn it!”
He cursed in a low and angry voice, his red eyes full of frustration.
Ever since he was attracted by the sword and brought the living female cultivator back to cook, the little-headed ghost has tried several times, but not once has he been able to open the sword even a little bit.
There are mountains of gold and silver right in front of you, but there is a layer between you and them. No matter how hard you try, you cannot reach them.
There is nothing more infuriating and despairing than this.
The little ghost was so angry that he threw the sword to the ground and cursed: "What a piece of crap!"
"Dang..."
The sword rolled to the ground, covered by a layer of dust.
The little ghost didn't even glance at him, he just turned around and said: "I have to go on duty again today, big head, we-"
He suddenly became speechless.
The big-headed ghost looked ahead stupidly.
In front of us was a large water tank hidden in the shadows. There was still fire burning in the firebox below, and the water in the tank was even still boiling.
Jianchou leaned against the broken edge of the water tank and was also looking at the big-headed ghost.
However, when the little-headed ghost looked over, Jianchou also turned his head and looked at him.
Eyes met.
Red and black.
Those were a pair of beautiful eyes, clear and bright, without any disgust, hatred, or pain, just like a lake.
At that moment, the little ghost felt that if she asked him to let her go at this time, he would do it.
As soon as this thought came into his mind, the little ghost shuddered with fear.
“No no no no… No!”
Without hesitation, he reached out and dragged the stupid big-headed ghost brother out of the door.
"What's wrong? What are you doing?"
The big-headed ghost was so surprised that he lost his balance and was almost dragged on the ground by the small-headed ghost who was so strong. There was a funny look of fear on his face.
"Bang."
The door was closed instantly.
The broken wooden strip nailed to the door shook and was almost shaken to the ground by such a strong vibration.
The little-headed ghost stared at the crack of the tightly closed door, with a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.
The big-headed ghost still couldn't react. What had happened and why did they suddenly pull him out
"It's time to go to Judge Chu's place to do some work. We still have two copies of Tianmingchao to finish. Let's go there quickly."
The little-headed ghost didn't want to explain more because he felt embarrassed.
"oh… "
Although the big-headed ghost felt very strange, he never had any objection to the small-headed ghost, so he followed him down the stairs.
But halfway through, he suddenly remembered and couldn't help but say excitedly: "By the way, little head, did you see her eyes just now? They are so beautiful, just like the stars we saw when we were alive."
The little ghost frowned and said impatiently: "What nonsense, stars, you have been dead for decades, stop talking in your sleep!"
"oh… "
The light in the big-headed ghost's eyes suddenly dimmed and he became listless.
He looked back at the dilapidated hut, hesitated, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but finally held back.
When they were on an isolated island, they were orphans without a father or a mother, and were considered two brothers.
The big-headed ghost is honest and not suitable for cheating people, so all the cheating is done by the small-headed ghost. The big-headed ghost just stands behind him and obeys his orders.
There was a time when they were two big thugs that were feared by everyone in the city.
However, they did not expect that there was a famine in Daxia that year, and their city was no exception.
There was famine and plague in the city, and many people hanged themselves on the willow trees on the city wall and on the beams of the warehouse. Both of them were people who valued their lives, and in the end they starved to death.
So, they are actually a kind of starving ghosts.
After arriving in the underworld, the little ghost had all kinds of ideas in mind, so he got the positions of two ghost messengers under Judge Chu. From then on, the two of them had a little place to settle down in the underworld.
Logically speaking, the big-headed ghost shouldn't question any decision made by the small-headed ghost.
Can…
When he noticed the eyes of the female cultivator just now, the big-headed ghost had an indescribable feeling. His poor brain made it impossible for him to think about what this feeling was. In short, it seemed that he shouldn't continue cooking like this.
In such a vast underworld, everyone hopes to cultivate a physical body.
The flesh and blood of a living person, even their bones, are of great use to ghost cultivators.
Long-term hunger, the desire for cultivation, and even the actions of everyone in the underworld made it difficult for them to resist the temptation of a living body. They didn't even think that doing so was a big problem.
There is nothing more deceptive than the survival of the fittest.
But now...
The big-headed ghost felt a little uneasy, but in the end he still didn't say anything.
As usual, he walked silently behind the little ghost, looking dull, dazed, honest, clumsy, and loyal.
The two men walked through the village. The white-haired ghost at the entrance of the village teased them: "Did you get anything good yesterday? Remember to return my firewood!"
The little ghost immediately changed his attitude to a nodding and bowing one, and waved his hand and said, "Of course, of course."
The white-haired ghost is white all over, mainly his hair, and he has a horn on the left side of his head.
It is said that he developed an ox horn because he practiced the skills of the "Ox-Head Tribe", one of the ten major ghost tribes. Once he can develop two ox horns, he will have the opportunity to be recruited into the "Ox-Head Tribe" and become one of the ten major ghost tribes.
Who among the little kids around here wouldn’t envy him
The big-headed ghost is the same as the small-headed ghost.
At the same time, he was the richest and kindest guy in the village, which was why he was able to lend them so much firewood.
After saying goodbye to the white-haired ghost, the two men crossed the vast wasteland that they had passed yesterday.
Today I didn’t go to the Ghost Gate, but went to the "Jie Yin Si" eighteen miles behind the Ghost Gate.
Like all government offices in the Jiyuyu, the place where the Jieyinsi was located was also shrouded in a blurry and thick shadow.
The world beyond the Ghost Gate is no longer a wasteland, but the real "Underworld", a prosperous city hidden in heavy shadows.
The Jieyingsi Yamen, located on the edge of this huge city, is also in the shadows.
A thick black fog seemed to be floating above the earth.
A wide bridge emerged from the ground and extended into the black fog.
There were various ghost messengers or ghost officials constantly walking in and out of the bridge. Some had two horns, some had a horse face, some wore black clothes, some wore white clothes, and some looked like normal people. There were even women with enchanting figures...
The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost are not the ugliest among all the ghost officials, but they are the least powerful among them.
When two people went up the bridge, they could only quietly lean against the edge, lower their heads and walk forward.
Once you get on the bridge, you will find that the world in front of you suddenly becomes clear.
A yamen built of black stone, which does not look like a yamen but more like a Taoist temple or a Buddhist temple, stands at the end of the bridge. Beyond this yamen, there seem to be many more buildings behind it, hidden in the shadows and not clear at a glance.
After entering the Reception Office and crossing the clean courtyard, he entered the inner hall.
The hall was like an examination, with more than a dozen long tables spread out and dozens of ghost officials concentrating on sorting out the "Tianmingchao" in their hands.
At that moment, both the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost were stunned.
Next to him was a skinny ghost official who was missing an eye. He turned his red eyeball and saw two people at once: "You are here too, quickly find an empty seat and sit down to get busy. Judge Chu is going crazy!"
The big-headed ghost was at a loss, while the small-headed ghost looked around quickly and almost gasped.
He hurriedly asked: "One-eyed brother, what...what is going on?"
When I had tasks before, I wouldn’t be so anxious.
"You don't know yet? Judge Liu of the Ministry of Life and Death died for some reason. Now the whole Ministry of Life and Death is in a mess. The matter of Tianmingchao has temporarily fallen into the hands of our Judge Chu. Judge Chu can't be careless about such an important matter, so everyone is busy."
What a smart guy the little-headed ghost is!
As soon as he heard it, he understood and immediately cursed in his heart.
This was not originally Judge Chu's job, he was only assigned here temporarily, but it was very important to Judge Chu: this was a message from the Palace of Prince Qin Guang, asking Judge Chu to take over this matter. If he did a good job, Judge Chu might not have to be responsible for the boring "reception of new ghosts" and instead be responsible for the "judgment of life".
“No wonder so many people are busy…”
The little-headed ghost muttered something and became anxious again.
If they mess up such an important matter, it would not be as simple as losing their jobs.
At that moment, he glanced at the one-eyed man.
The one-eyed man had messy hair and the black ghost official robe he was wearing was wrinkled. After talking to him, he concentrated on drawing on the "Tianmingchao" with his pen.
The little ghost smiled, approached carefully, turned a page of Tianmingchao, pointed at a circled word and asked, "One-eyed brother, hey, there is a word I don't recognize, what does it mean?"
"I don't recognize it. I haven't finished my own work yet. I'll help you look after I'm done."
One-Eye waved his hand impatiently, signaling them to go away and not bother him.
The little-headed ghost choked and turned away angrily.
Humph, I won’t ask you. Isn’t it easy to just find someone to ask
As he did so, a pale-faced Bai Wuchang next to him asked, but before he could get close, Bai Wuchang showed a sneer on his face: "Chu Pan needs something tomorrow morning, there is no time to delay! You want to ask? I don't have time!"
After saying that, Bai Wuchang no longer cared about these two uneducated little ghosts.
Under Judge Chu, only the Big-Head Ghost and the Small-Head Ghost were completely useless. Although the Small-Head Ghost tried to get around, they were illiterate and no one was willing to teach them how to read, no matter how much they begged.
At this point, everyone is busy with their own work, so who would bother with them
One-Eye had no backing and didn't hate them that much, so he was quite polite in his words; but Bai Wuchang was from the Wuchang clan, one of the ten major ghost clans, and he was not afraid of anyone. Even Judge Chu had to be careful with him on weekdays. Now he was even more ruthless when he mocked the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost.
The little ghost was so angry that his face turned red and white, and he felt very aggrieved.
He wanted to slap the bastard twice, but he knew that what he said was right, so what else could he do
After looking around the lobby carefully, the little ghost knew that it was simply impossible to find someone to help the two brothers.
Maybe…
The only possibility is...
The little ghost's eyes flashed, and he walked directly towards the two ghost officials guarding outside the inner hall door. They were two black-skinned little ghosts holding three-pronged forks, with pointed mouths and monkey cheeks, and thin and long arms like two pieces of dry firewood.
"Hey, is Zhang Tang here today? Why don't I see him?"
In the underworld, the ghost catchers are one level lower than the ghost officials. So even though the little-headed ghosts are incompetent and despised, their words still carry some weight in the eyes of the little ghost catchers.
The little ghost replied with a bow, "I saw him coming this morning, but not long after, he was called over by Judge Chu. It seemed that someone from Bafang City had come to question someone."
Bafang City
That's the Eight Directions Hell Palace
The little ghost's heart skipped a beat and he felt a chill in his heart.
It's over. Zhang Tang, the only person who could possibly help them, is not here.
And we don’t know when it will come out.
After hearing what the little ghost said, the little ghost was still in shock for a long time. He just felt that the copy of "Tianmingchao" in his hand was so heavy that it seemed to crush him to death.
The big-headed ghost was also trembling, with fear in his eyes.
I don't have any background in the underworld, and my cultivation is close to nothing. If I make a mistake or can't catch up this time...
A layer of cold sweat covered the little-headed ghost's forehead again.
He tightly grasped the "Tianming Chronicle" and comforted himself by saying, "Wait and see..."
Maybe Zhang Tang will come back soon.
Just a question, it shouldn't be long, it shouldn't be long.
The little-headed ghost said this to himself.
However, they waited restlessly for a long time beside the long eucalyptus tree with the words "Zhang Tang" written on it in the inner hall, but Zhang Tang did not show up.
The big-headed ghost was sweating profusely as he tried his best to identify the words on the "Tianmingchao".
The little-headed ghost sat stiffly behind the long eucalyptus for a long time, and looked towards the door. It was still empty, with no one there.
Can't wait any longer.
They have two copies of "Tianmingchao", and there are too many new ghost punishments to be determined. If they don't start now, there is no way they can hand them in to Judge Chu before dawn tomorrow.
Gritting his teeth, the little ghost finally said fiercely: "Let's go back!"
***
Since the door was closed, Jianchou has been sitting in the water tank for a long time.
Her body would not become stiff if she maintained a posture for a long time. After all, her body today was different from that of a mortal.
It’s just that it’s been going on for too long and I still feel a little uncomfortable.
She didn't know why the little-headed ghost had such an expression at that time, it was as if he had seen a ghost, but now it was clearly her who had "seen a ghost".
Resting his head, the only part of his body that could move, on the edge of the water tank, Jianchou looked at the dusty Human Emperor Sword lying in the distance, and a sneer emerged in his heart.
The sword of the former emperor is now in the dust.
I wonder what expression the original owner of this sword would have if he knew this
Jianchou's hands were tied behind his back. He moved his fingers casually, feeling the boiling water flowing through his fingers, and remembered the time when he was refining his body.
The feeling of not being able to use any spiritual power is really terrible.
She remembered that when the big-headed ghost healed the small-headed ghost's wounds, he seemed to be using another kind of power. Perhaps this was the reason why the spiritual power in her body could not be used.
She now desperately wanted to leave this hellhole and return to Yashan, at least to report her safety to her master.
After all, this is the "land of reincarnation" in the legend of the Nineteen Continents.
If a cultivator dies, his soul will dissipate between heaven and earth and cannot enter reincarnation. But she is a cultivator, but now she has come to the Jiyu Realm.
In such a closed environment, does Fudaoshan know whether she is alive or dead
I'm really not sure.
There were obviously not many people in the village, so no sound could be heard.
Jianchou had tried it before, and the "Hunyuan Formation" that the little-headed ghost mentioned really existed and could indeed block out all sounds. Even if she shouted in the house, no one could hear her.
Everything was depressingly quiet.
"well… "
Jianchou let out a long sigh and made up his mind.
The two little devils did not accept my "help". Firstly, there must be other ways to solve the problem, and secondly, they did not believe in me.
In other words, this road is actually blocked.
For her, there was only one way left: bribery.
Whether it's the Human Emperor Sword, the Qiankun Bag, or the Spirit Beast Bag, once any one of them works, she should be able to find a way to escape from here.
Once he had made up his mind, Jianchou felt much more relieved.
She guessed that the two little kids might not come back until dark, so she was thinking about what to say in a way that would make it easier for them to accept.
But before she could figure out what was going on, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside.
With a frown, Jianchou suddenly became alert.
However, such vigilance was of no use.
Two figures came closer and fell on the window.
When Jianchou took a look, he saw a big head and a small head and immediately knew that they were the two little ghosts.
“Squeak.”
The door opened and the little-headed ghost walked in quickly. His face looked extremely bad. He clenched his teeth, looking very angry and helpless.
The big-headed ghost followed behind tremblingly, not daring to speak.
"You're back?" Jianchou was a little surprised.
The little-headed ghost didn't respond. He just walked to the front of the water tank, looked around carefully, and then shouted, "Big Head."
The big-headed ghost was a little scared, and trembled as he came forward. He also looked at Chou, and asked timidly, "Do you really want to do that?"
"Just go when I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
The little-headed ghost was impatient.
The big-headed ghost didn't dare to speak anymore, but there was still a struggle in his eyes.
He moved his feet and climbed up to the stove with difficulty. His short and fat body stood next to the big water tank, looking like a big urn.
Jianchou vaguely sensed something unusual.
He left and came back at an obviously wrong time and said such things.
There seemed to be some ruthlessness in the little-headed ghost's eyes, but it did not seem like he had murderous intent. It seemed as if he just wanted to verify something.
What is going on
Before Jianchou had time to think of an answer, the big-headed ghost gave him the answer directly.
He swallowed and said, "Don't be afraid, I will just take a bite!"
After saying that, he actually grabbed Jianchou's arm, opened his mouth wide, and bit it!
Then…
“Crackle!”
A series of chaotic noises!
The moment the flesh and blood on Jianchou's arm was pierced by the big-headed ghost's sharp teeth, countless tiny blue electric snakes burst out!
"boom!"
The big-headed ghost's entire huge head turned charred black almost in an instant.
His whole body was smoking, as if he had been suddenly roasted.
He slowly raised his head, stared at Jianchou blankly, and opened his mouth: "You..."
He seemed to want to say something, but the moment he opened his mouth, his charred fangs suddenly "crackled" and fell onto the stove like rain.
"… "
Jianchou didn't even have time to feel the pain because his body had already reacted.
This was something she herself had not expected.
Eyes met.
She stared into the big-headed ghost's almost innocent green eyes, not knowing what to say.
The big-headed ghost seemed to be bullied. He suddenly cried out "wow", covered his toothless mouth, jumped off the stove and ran towards the small-headed ghost.
The little ghost's eyebrows jumped violently, he could not believe his eyes.
This result was more terrifying and horrible than he had imagined...
But from another perspective, it also proves that with the abilities of these two little ghosts, it is impossible for them to deal with this female cultivator. If they want to report the existence of the female cultivator to the underworld at this time, they will most likely be convicted of their previous failure to report the matter.
Another desperate move...
The small-headed ghost patted the big-headed ghost on the shoulder, but walked towards Jianchou, stood under the water tank, and looked at her with some trembling.
Jianchou keenly noticed the change in his attitude, and suddenly a thought popped up in her mind: It turns out that he didn't want to eat her raw, he just wanted to make sure whether he could eat her.
Her eyes swept across the two volumes of "Tianmingchao" held by the little-headed ghost, and everything became clear to her.
The little-headed ghost suppressed his trepidation and fear and spoke. He picked up the "Tianming Chronicle" and held it high, trembling as he said, "You, you know how to read, right?"