"… "
"… "
The speechless big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost were truly confused by the wind.
They didn't know how to explain it to Jianchou.
Generally speaking, the ghosts in the City of the Dead died against the will of heaven and did not reach the end of their life span. They had to stay in the City of the Dead for a certain number of years before they could be reincarnated, so they must have a place to live.
But in fact it is not so.
There are so many ghosts in the City of the Dead, and this place is not under the jurisdiction of any hell. The ten major ghost clans also have their own rule here, so the registration office here can be said to be empty.
With ten great clans of ghosts overhead, what else can you do
So nominally the Registration Office of the City of the Dead belongs to His Royal Highness Prince Qin Guang, but in reality it has a great deal of independence.
Nowadays, the officials in the registry office of the City of the Dead all have lucrative jobs.
If the new ghost can give good filial piety, he may get good treatment.
The small-headed ghost and the big-headed ghost did not die in vain, but I have heard of the treatment of many poor ghosts.
Thinking about it now, it was even colder than the cold wind.
but…
The little ghost suddenly raised his head and looked at Jianchou with two pairs of eyes that were so bright, "That's right! How could there be no place to live in the City of the Dead! Great Master Jianchou, Great Master Jianchou!"
"What's wrong?"
He had a look of despair on his face before, thinking that the City of the Dead was indeed so shabby. He was seriously thinking about whether he should sit down on the street to practice after the registration was finished. Why did the little-headed ghost suddenly look at him with such a scary look
It's almost like...
It's like looking at a man made of pure gold.
The big-headed ghost held up his overly big head to prevent it from accidentally falling. After seeing the expression of the small-headed ghost, he finally understood what the small-headed ghost meant.
The two stood on either side of Jianchou, looking at each other from a distance.
That’s right, this is a fat sheep!
Throw it to the registration office and you will never have to worry about having a place to live!
"It's okay, it's okay. There must be a place to live in the City of the Dead. You, the Great Master Jianchou, have so many powerful things. Otherwise, what else do you have in your Qiankun bag? You can take it out when the time comes..."
The small-headed ghost grabbed Jianchou's left hand, and the big-headed ghost quickly grabbed Jianchou's right hand, and together they pulled Jianchou to the other end of the street.
"Take it out?"
Jianchou still didn't understand what they were talking about.
The big-headed ghost stuttered, "After a while, maybe we can find a place to live. It's the first time to live in the City of the Dead. It's really, really nice."
"Yes, yes, Great Master Jianchou, you have money, so don't be afraid! When the time comes, we will throw the black jade at their faces and see if they dare not give you a place to live! Don't be afraid, we will support you!"
The little-headed ghost is blowing again.
Jianchou was half pulled and half dragged by them and had no choice but to follow them.
However, from the mysterious mutterings of these two little ghosts, she had already figured out what was going on: After all this commotion, there seems to be an evil spirit in the underworld as well
She blinked and somehow thought of Zhang Tang.
Because it was too wide, there was no shelter at all, and the wind that blew in was not smaller at all, just like blowing on the plains, rustling.
Jianchou's robe began to flutter in the wind.
She looked back and saw that the two closed doors were already quite far away.
Zhang Tang's residence was embedded in this row of houses. The gate was not small but not conspicuous. Above the gray-black door frame was the plaque she had seen before.
I couldn’t see it when I looked up before, but now that it’s far away, I can see it vaguely.
The official name is "Zhang Mansion".
No wonder Zhang Tang looked at her with such a strange indifferent look before.
There was a big plaque hanging on it, she should have seen it a long time ago.
With an inexplicable smile, Jianchou thought that this man's behavior was indeed eccentric: it was beyond Jianchou's expectation that he did not tell anyone about the matter; and it was even more unexpected that he later helped her enter the City of the Dead.
Of course, what she most didn't expect was the "falling out" that directly locked them out at the last minute.
Impartial and impartial
A cruel official who abuses power
Incorruptible
Neither of them look alike.
That's all.
It's always a debt of favor.
Jianchou turned around, listened to the chatter of the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost, and continued walking forward.
Revenge must be taken, and favor must be repaid.
It doesn't matter what Zhang Tingwei thinks, she just remembers this favor.
"How far is the registration office?" Jianchou asked.
The little ghost said, "We'll be there in two minutes. It'll be very quick."
The little-headed ghost looked nervous, as if he was afraid that Jianchou would not leave.
Jianchou didn't have many Xuanyu, but she could give him some elixirs as bribes, but she didn't know if the other party would be suspicious. She curled her lips and was about to tell the little ghost this, but she didn't expect that her smile would instantly freeze.
Having just experienced the separation of body and soul, and now with only his soul outside, Jianchou's sensitivity to the outside world suddenly increased.
Even the wind was much colder than before.
At this moment, there is an even colder feeling covering from the sky!
At that moment, Jianchou stopped and looked up.
The architectural styles of the City of the Dead vary. Some are pitch black, while others are colorful. The colorful ones have spots of light that spread out and illuminate the entire city.
The sky above our heads is a place that they can hardly illuminate.
In the deep darkness, a powerful consciousness seemed to come, slowly spreading like a cloud, vaguely calling out for something...
On the long street, Jianchou felt like his whole body was shaking.
It was a feeling of being connected in spirit and heart.
Her soul was in turmoil, and she seemed unable to restrain herself and responded to the call.
It's a ghost axe!
It was the ghost axe calling her!
"Great Master Jianchou?"
The small-headed ghost and the big-headed ghost were startled, only to see Jianchou suddenly stop moving and look up at the sky. But when they looked up, they found nothing unusual.
"What happened?"
"Cui Jue..."
There was a hint of trembling in Jianchou's voice.
The powerful pressure in the sky above her head was as real as a substance, making it hard to breathe. There was always a voice inside, as if calling her name.
Her spiritual consciousness had been curled up in her spiritual altar, and was now ready to move.
But she restrained herself tightly—
cannot.
Previously, Jianchou's consciousness could hardly move in the extreme area. After her body and soul were separated, her consciousness was able to function freely, recovering to half of her level in the Jindan stage and able to cover an area of a hundred feet in radius.
She didn't know whether Cui Jue had used similar methods to investigate before, but this was the first time she had noticed it.
If she had no idea about Cui Jue's abilities and plans, she would have responded to Gui Fu's call right now and fallen into his trap!
The little-headed ghost had said enough when he came back to report that Cui Jue, the chief judge of the Qin Guangwang Palace, had some unknown ability to trace the existence of the owner of the ghost axe by using the mark of spiritual consciousness on the ghost axe as the source.
Now, isn't this it
Jianchou felt a chill in his heart, and his clear eyes were gradually covered with frost as he stared at the sky.
She didn't answer the little-headed ghost, but just watched.
As still as a mountain.
No matter how loudly the voice called out, Jianchou suppressed his restless soul and did not respond at all.
After about a moment, the powerful cold consciousness slowly moved away from above the City of the Dead.
The dark polar sky has no end.
Just as no one knows whether this extreme evil land has an edge.
Cui Jue moved his hands up and down, pinched his fingers, and slowly closed them towards the middle, as if the rivers finally converged and all rivers finally returned to the ocean.
A ball of deep blue light emitting a gentle aura swirled like a water ball, condensing between his palms. As he opened his eyes, it slowly dissipated.
Standing up from his seat, Cui Jue frowned and looked at the ghost axe on the weapon rack.
It was extremely quiet, just like the most ordinary axe in the world, with almost no light, and even spots of rust, without any trace of the glory of the past when it conquered the polar regions.
It's like a beauty growing old or a general getting old.
I inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable.
Cui Jue paced and walked to the front of the ghost axe. He looked at the picture and text of thousands of ghosts condensed on it for a long time, and finally slowly relaxed his brows.
Cannot be detected.
In the past few days, he had been trying for a long time using the magic formula taught by King Qin Guang, with Ghost Gate as the center. However, even though he had spread his spiritual consciousness to the farther City of the Dead, he still gained nothing.
The City of the Dead should be the border. Logically speaking, since the Ghost Axe is there, its owner should not be far away.
Could it be that King Qin Guang’s judgment was wrong
Cui Jue was also puzzled.
After the original owner died in the Jiyu Territory, the Ghost Axe automatically broke out of the boundary and returned to the Yashan Arsenal.
Therefore, the holder of the Ghost Axe this time is most likely a monk from Yashan, and a living person.
How could we not find a living person in this polar region full of ghosts
Cui'er shook her head, walked past Guifu and pushed the door open. It was silent in the dark night, and there was no sound when the door was opened, but there was someone walking in the distance.
This is the back hall of the Jieyingsi. Cui Jue lived here during his stay.
Without worrying at all that someone might steal the Ghost Axe, he walked out slowly, out of the back hall, out of the underworld, and headed towards the Ghost Gate thirty miles away in front of the underworld.
As he took a step, his figure became blurred.
Cui Jue's speed was not fast, but it was definitely not slow. In just three or five flashes of thought, he was back to the gates of hell.
Dressed in a robe of different shades of blue, he looked humble and different from the other ghost cultivators in the Extreme Realm.
The young ghost officials and ghost messengers stationed in front of the Ghost Gate had never expected Cui Jue to come here. They were immediately frightened and at a loss, and hurriedly saluted: "Hello, Judge Cui."
Cui Jue waved his hand, looked up at the deep marks left by the ghost axe on the Ghost Gate, and said, "Let me take a look. You don't have to panic. Just do your own thing."
"yes."
What are you doing here so late at night
No one quite understood.
But since the Chief Judge had arrived, they did not dare to be negligent and immediately worked more seriously.
The mortals on this isolated island on earth will die sooner or later.
After death, people are sent to the Ghost Gate through the City God Temple, so there are always ghost messengers at the Ghost Gate to guide them.
Therefore, the Reception Department and the Reincarnation Department are listed as the two "hard work departments" in the underworld.
At this moment, souls continued to pass through the Ghost Gate along the long road and were registered with the ghost officials.
Cui Jue just stood at the gate of hell and thought about the whole thing carefully, and didn't care about the new ghosts.
However, the ghosts passing by would more or less take a look at him, and they felt that he was different from other ghost officials.
Among the living souls coming and going, there are both adults and children.
Some were giggling, some looked relieved, some were crying, and some were going crazy.
"There really is a monster!"
"Why don't you believe me?"
"The monster was hiding in the book. When I opened it, I saw that all the words in the book were gone. It was so scary... There really is a monster! It eats the words in the book and also eats people's brains!"
…
Some excited voices suddenly pierced in like a needle.
Cui Jue was deep in thought, wondering whether he should search the area around Ghost Gate again, when he heard this voice: "Monster? A monster on an isolated island?"
He stood at the gate of hell with his hands behind his back and looked back.
Among the ghosts lined up, there was a scholar in a long gown and a hat, who was talking to the people in front and behind him. He had a look of shock on his face, as if he was stimulated by something, and kept talking about something.
"Really, really. Believe me, I was originally preparing for the exam, but after this bug appeared, I couldn't even recite the Doctrine of the Mean..."
…
No one seemed interested in what he said, and they all thought he was talking incoherently.
There are so many monsters in the world. It is really contemptible that you cannot read but blame it on gods and ghosts.
Many people rolled their eyes.
Cui Jue listened and felt that something was strange.
He listened carefully for a while and roughly understood.
This is a scholar who is studying at the Imperial Academy and is preparing for the imperial examination.
Unexpectedly, one morning when he opened the book, he found that his book was bitten by insects. He didn't care at first, but later the book was bitten more and more, and the words were missing. The scholar got angry and wanted to kill the insect. But before he killed the insect, he found that his memory suddenly became worse, and he couldn't even remember the books he had memorized...
"I don't remember how I died..."
At the end of his speech, the scholar couldn't help but burst into tears.
He doesn't even remember how he died. How pitiful.
Cui Jue's brows knitted together again, and he wanted to go up and ask a question or two, but then he remembered that this was the business of the Jieyin Division after all, and he should not interfere.
The most urgent task is to find out the whereabouts of the mysterious owner of the Ghost Axe.
Thinking of this, Cui Jue just kept the scholar's matter in mind and would pay attention to it later. Then he made a hand gesture and went out of the ghost gate.
That's where Guifu came from, and who knows if there are any clues that he has forgotten.
At the gate of hell, the man was still crying.
The little ghosts secretly looked at Cui Jue's calm figure, and they were all envious: This is the chief judge of Bafang City!
The figure went farther and farther away and soon disappeared.
The Gate of Hell is opposite the entrance to the underworld.
The City of the Dead is still on the edge of the underworld. The huge city is hidden in the fog and surrounded by burning magma.
On the long street, Jianchou waited for a long time. Only after he was sure that the terrifying consciousness was gone and would not suddenly appear again did he feel relieved.
Her face was full of solemnity. She looked at the anxious big-headed ghost and small-headed ghost and forced a comforting smile: "Don't worry, it's okay."
As long as you don't reveal your spiritual awareness when the other party is investigating, you shouldn't be discovered.
Jianchou knew that she had to be more careful in the future: this Cui Jue, whom she had never met before, was like a knife hanging over her head, and she didn't know when it would fall.
The big-headed ghost, the small-headed ghost and Zhang Tang are all involved in the matter now. Once she is caught, I'm afraid the three of them will be implicated.
At this point, she couldn't be found even if she died.
Otherwise, once the butcher knife falls, it will not just be her head that is chopped off.
This trip to the polar regions is really like walking on the edge of a knife.
Exciting enough.
but…
It also gave her an inexplicable strong desire—
Even if a net of heaven and earth covers her head, she will find a way to pass through the Shi Tian Creation Array and return to the Nineteen Continents.
There, was everything she cherished most.