It takes a good strategy to walk into a trap. Lu Shanjun would not be so foolish as to let Lan Ningke go directly to the gates of hell. Even if this ghost is vulnerable in front of the underworld, an evil ghost breaking into the gates of hell is completely different from catching an evil ghost from outside.
At that time, several relevant ghost and god officials in the underworld will be alarmed, and a certain degree of investigation and discussion will be carried out on the matter, which will increase the complexity and time spent.
And if Lannink pretended to be accidentally met by the evil spirit and then was caught, things would be much simpler.
According to the procedure, you will be taken directly to the judge. After deciding whether you are good or evil, you can go to the Punishment Department, where you will be sentenced to death in a simple and brutal way. Then it will be seen whether you are dead or not. If you are dead, just make a note of it. If you are not dead, you will be taken to the ghost town.
Around midnight that night, Lannink was walking outside the city with a gloomy face and a heavy heart. Although he was very nervous, he still had to act.
When they reached a certain point on the northern wall of Laoyang Prefecture, the ghost floated up, walked quickly up to the top of the city wall step by step, and then jumped into the city.
After looking around, he sneaked into a residential yard and quickly passed through the door. He saw a family sleeping in the house, two adults and a young child, all sleeping in a big bed.
He had only taken two steps closer when he began to feel a few bursts of heat from the sleeping person. Waves of heat enveloped the head of the bed, making Lannink feel a little uncomfortable.
Lan Ningke was not clear about this situation. If he had known about it, he would have known that after a person falls into a deep sleep, he will not be affected by factors such as fear, which will make people angry.
People who have cultivated themselves can be described as having their primordial spirit active and their conscious spirit resting. Although ordinary people cannot be said to have a primordial spirit, the situation is almost the same. Without the conscious emotions to mess things up, to some extent, the human body is less afraid of evil spirits than when awake. However, if a person is brave, that is also a help.
The "God" here refers to ideological products such as spirit, divine thoughts, and divine ideas, rather than the mysterious god in the human body that is truly born in the human body.
Of course, this is relative. Everything has a limit. At least, although this anger makes Lanninck annoying, it does not have much impact on a lackey of his level.
He stretched out his hand and pressed the chest of the man at home, and a ghostly aura wrapped around him. After a while, Lannink took two steps away and waved his hand.
A phantom flew out from the body of the man of the house, and vaguely, there was a faint thread connecting the body to it, which was the man's soul.
Lannink then left the house, and the still dazed soul followed him, and soon they came to the street.
"Hey, why am I on the street?"
A doubtful question was raised, indicating that the soul of the male owner had escaped from confusion and became more sober to a certain extent.
"Hey, let's go out for a walk. We are right on the street. Last time we agreed to have some fun together. It's a rare opportunity to go out, so let's go!"
Lannink came over and said with a smile.
The man's soul was stunned for a moment, looking at Lannink. He clearly couldn't recognize who the person in front of him was, but listening to his words, he couldn't help but feel that this was indeed the case, and he also had the illusion that the person in front of him was also an acquaintance.
This is the normal state of confusion in dreams. Sometimes there will be many inexplicable memories in dreams, one's own logic will become chaotic, and self-control will also deteriorate.
When the soul leaves the body, the physical body is still in a resting state, and the soul's consciousness is not clear enough, or it can be said that although it is conscious, it is half asleep and half awake. Otherwise, once the consciousness wakes up, the physical body will wake up, and under normal circumstances the soul will be pulled back immediately.
So Lannink only needed a few words of guidance, and the man who was still "dreaming" immediately felt that the person in front of him was an acquaintance of his "unable to name", and that they had indeed "arranged something long ago".
"Come on, come on, I've got some money, all you have to do is come with me!"
Lannink urged again, and the man hurried to follow.
"Oh, that's great, let's go..."
It’s just that when the soul takes a step, it can never move forward or run, and its steps are very small because the consciousness and the body are still asleep.
So Lannink stepped forward and pulled the man along, heading straight towards the city wall.
The man in the dream had no doubt that his friend would be able to take him to climb walls and climb mountains in the future. Although he was excited, he also felt it was natural.
'Why haven't you come yet?'
Just as they were about to leave the city, Lannink was thinking about it when he suddenly heard a series of faint whistling sounds.
The martial arts master's keenness made him turn his head immediately and bend down.
A long black shadow swept past almost close to my back.
"Pah~"
The city wall under my feet rippled like the surface of the water, and then in the next instant.
"Pah~"
There was another noise, and Lannink felt a pain in his arm, so he let go of the man's hand.
"Hey hey hey, I'm going to fall, I'm going to fall!"
Since he and Lannink had walked up the city wall little by little, as soon as Lannink let go of his hand, the man immediately lost his support. He waved his hands and feet around but was unable to stop himself from falling.
"Save me..."
The soul's descent brings with it an infinite sense of fear, but amid the soul's cries, the ghost in the distance remains indifferent.
The next moment, before the soul hit the ground, the slightest thing on its body lit up, and in a flash, the entire soul turned into a faint light and disappeared.
In a house somewhere in the city, a sleeping man suddenly shook and woke up with a lingering sense of fear.
"Ah... huh, huh... it was just a dream..."
The man looked around and saw that his wife and children were still sleeping soundly. He calmed himself down, wiped the sweat off his face, drank some water, and then lay down again.
On the vertical city wall to the north of Laoyang Prefecture, Lan Ningke looked nervously at the two "men" in black robes and tall hats as officials, who were dozens of photos away.
The two men were surrounded by a layer of faint evil aura, and their faces showed a hint of green light. Compared with Lan Ningke, they looked more like evil spirits, but they were actually evil messengers.
One of them held a whip in his hand, while the other stood with a knife.
"Where did this little devil come from? How dare you attract the souls of people? Where did you learn such a demonic thing?"
"Why waste time talking to him? You'll know once you catch him."
When Lannink heard this, he quickly jumped onto the city wall and fled frantically towards the outside of the city. This was not an act, he was really scared.
As the evil ghost ran away, the two ghost messengers almost simultaneously turned into a blurry evil shadow and leaped out of the city together, one of them waving a long whip in his hand.
"Want to run? Stay!"
The long whip was like a snake, hitting towards Lannink. The latter subconsciously turned over and spun around, hitting the whip with his fists and palms, and then used the recoil force to continue running away.
"He's also a ghost who knows martial arts."
Another Yin Messenger said something, and rushed forward dozens of feet in an instant. Before Lan Ningke had released the force from the whip and had time to feel the burning pain in his hands, he saw another Yin Messenger flash before his eyes out of the corner of his eye.
At the moment their figures intertwined, Yin Cha drew his sword and slashed silently.
"Puff..." "Ah..."
The knife flashed diagonally on Lannink's chest, and his screams rang out uncontrollably almost at the same time. The burning and tearing pain was so piercing that it was simply unbearable for a ghost.
At the same moment, a whip shadow instantly wrapped around Lanningke, tying him up while he was already in a certain state of paralysis.
"Hmph, got it."
"take away!"
Lannink was in pain all over at this moment. The pain from the knife wound was difficult to relieve, and the whip was like a red-hot iron wrapped around him, but he could not even scream. It was not until a while after entering the city that the burning sensation from the whip weakened, perhaps because he felt it was enough, and Lannink felt better.
Lu Shanjun's demonic soul hid deep in Lan Ningke's ghost body, and also deepened his understanding of the ghosts and gods in the underworld. Although the Night Wandering God of Laoyang Mansion was not strong enough for him, when it came to dealing with ghosts, even if the Yin was one or two levels lower in Taoism, he might not be their opponent.
After capturing an evil ghost, the two night wandering gods inspected the surroundings before taking Lan Ningke to the temple.
After crossing the Yin and Yang, what appeared before Lan Ningke and Lu Shanjun was the legendary Ghost Gate. It was really like a city gate. There was illusory fog on both sides, and only the city gate was clearly visible.
The ghost officials at the city gate saw the night patrol approaching and greeted them.
The night patrol did not stop. Lan Ningke, with a pale face and unwell expression, stepped into the gate of hell and walked into the depths of the mansion.
Lu Shanjun hid deep among the ghosts, silently observing the gates of hell. There were quite a few ghosts, both openly and secretly, and there were also restrictions. It was indeed not easy to break in.
The procedure after capturing the evil ghost was similar to what Lu Shanjun had expected. It was brought to the judge for judgment. Since there was no record in the books, it was defined as a wandering ghost, and the crime was convicted based on the severity of the evil deeds committed by the evil ghost.
During the interview, Lannink was also asked questions such as his name, hometown, cause of death and the crime he committed tonight. However, apart from his name and hometown, Lannink refused to cooperate with other questions.
"Haha, evil ghost Lanningke, transferred to the Punishment Department, to receive the prison whipping, six lashes."
The judge smiled and decided the case, and the ghost official beside him took Lan Ningke away.
Lannink breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't have to go through the mountains of swords and seas of fire that he had heard about in his life. Just six whips. That was all good.
Lu Shanjun sneered in his heart at his mentality but did not remind him. He still focused his attention on his surroundings. This opportunity to observe the underworld is not common. He also vaguely heard some casual conversations of the ghost messengers passing by.
"I heard that a distinguished guest came to my underworld today?"
"That's right. We didn't see it. It was so mysterious. It was said that after the underworld messenger informed him, the City God went to welcome him personally."
"He's quite an important figure. Who is he?"
"That's not clear..."
Hearing such discussions, Lu Shanjun was secretly delighted. This was perfect. If there were distinguished guests in the underworld, it would definitely attract attention.
. . .
A short while later, in the Punishment Prison, Lannink was chained to the rack, and a burly executioner stood three feet away holding a long whip that glowed dimly.
The surroundings were filled with the screams and creepy laughter of ghosts. The whistling of the cold wind was endless, which was extremely noisy and made the ghosts upset. Lannink became nervous and panicked.
"Evil ghost Lan Ningke, the sentence has been determined by the judge and approved by the punishment master, and the sentence is six lashes."
As he spoke, the executioner swung the whip in his hand fiercely.
“Woo woo woo…”
A whistling sound like that of a ghost baby crying was heard on the whip.
"Pah..." "Ah-uh..."
This kind of pain was like being torn into pieces by five horses. Lannink's consciousness was blurred for a moment. He could see some translucent light balls floating out of his body. He felt hot and cold, stabbed by needles and cut by knives. He could not bear it with just one whip.
"one."
The executioner's cold voice rang out, and he raised the whip again.
“Woo woo woo… Snap~”
When the second whip fell, Lannink could only twitch all over and could not even shout. His ghost body became bright and dark, sometimes blue and sometimes pale.
"two."
"This is only the second lash, this is only the second lash, I will die, I will die! Tiger, save me, tiger, save me!"
The call in Lannink's heart was answered, the tearing feeling was temporarily stabilized, and the negative energy in his body also stabilized, but then came the third and fourth whips.
In the end, Lan Ningke no longer asked Lu Shanjun to save him. Instead, he wanted to be freed once and for all by the fourth whip. Unfortunately, he still had to endure six whips in the end. The whole process was more painful than death.
Even the executioner was a little surprised that the ghost could survive, but since it did, he sent someone to send it to the ghost town as usual.
A ghost car drove into a large ghost town and kicked down something on a deserted street. It was Lannink who couldn't even stand up.
After a long time, Lannink finally felt a little better. He propped himself up tremblingly and looked at the surrounding walls, houses and streets with a blank expression.
It seemed very deserted here. Occasionally, ghosts passed by, but they looked like ordinary people. However, no one took a second look at Lannink who was lying there.
"You've worked hard. Now get up and go look for your friend Dong Bicheng whom you haven't seen for many years. According to Feng Shui, his grave should be in the center of the south of the city."
When Lu Shanjun's voice sounded, Lan Ningke, who was in pain all over, had to struggle to get up, but he was still a little uneasy.
Although we are now in a ghost town, Lu Shanjun will eventually get out, and then...
Lannink suddenly felt like crying.