"you're awake?"
Chuzheng came out of the flowers, and the purple butterfly flying around her was hidden in her clothes.
"Um..." he paused, "I remember what my name is."
"Oh." Chu Zheng wasn't very interested, and asked slowly after a few seconds, "What's your name."
"Puffy."
Chuzheng nodded, "Do you remember anything else?"
Peng Yu shook his head, "No."
He only remembered that he should be called that name.
"How did I get here?" He remembered that this wasn't the place before.
"I brought you here." Chu Zheng walked towards the small building, "It's not safe there."
Peng Yu glanced at Hua Hai, turned around and followed her back, "You live here?"
"Ok."
"Is it only you around here?" He just saw that there was only this small building nearby except for the other side flowers.
"Ok."
Peng Yu had many questions, and Chu Zheng answered occasionally.
Peng Yu wanted to know why he was being hunted and why he appeared at the inn.
But these are all Chuzheng can't answer.
"I just found you. I don't know the rest. It's useless for you to ask me."
Peng Yu: "Is that so..."
Peng Yu didn't get the answer he wanted, so he sat on the side in a trance.
Chu Zheng didn't pay attention at first, but when she found out, Peng Yu looked very weak.
"what happened to you?"
"I don't know..." Peng Yu's voice was weak, "I feel... I feel very hot, and I feel very cold."
Peng Yu is now feeling the two layers of ice and fire.
Chuzheng: "… "
It should be because of those forgetting rivers.
Peng Yu himself was injured, and then he was dealt with by Wang Chuan Shui...
Chuzheng wanted to pluck fox fur a little.
But forgetting the river...
"You lie down first, I'll think of a way." Chu Zheng placed Peng Yu upstairs.
Peng Yu was groggy, wondering if he heard what Chu Zheng said.
-
Chuzheng found information about the Wangchuan River in some things collected by the original owner.
The spiritual body was eroded by the Wangchuan water, and if he wanted to recover, he had to use the ghostly spring water.
Nether Springs…
"Sister Zheng, sister Zheng." Xuehu rushed in and shouted, "Sister Zheng, something big has happened."
"What's the big deal?" Chu Zheng disagreed, and continued to check the information on Nether Springs, "Someone is making trouble?"
"No, no." Xuehu turned into a human figure, "The eighth layer of hell was broken open, and all the evil spirits imprisoned inside ran out."
Chu Zheng was slightly surprised: "Jailbreak?"
"Prison break?" Xuehu thought for a while, "Should it count?"
-
Eighteen layers of hell, the strength cannot be divided by the number of layers, and the evil spirits detained in each layer are strong and weak.
The eighth floor was suddenly broken open, and the evil spirits imprisoned inside escaped from the prison, and now there is chaos everywhere.
As for how to escape from the prison, I don't know yet, everyone is busy catching them.
"Let us help over there."
"I still care about catching ghosts?" Do I still have this business
"There are too many, everyone has to help catch them." Xuehu frowned, "It's impossible."
These evil spirits are fine in the underworld. If they are allowed to find a way to run up and make trouble, then no one can afford this responsibility.
So now no matter what you do, you have to participate in this operation and contribute to the peace of the underworld.
"If you're not free, don't go." She still had to find the Nether Spring, so there was no time to catch ghosts.
"But Sister Zheng, what if those evil spirits come to us?"
Now if they don't make concerted efforts to catch all the evil spirits back and let the evil spirits run about, it is not them who are unlucky.
"I… "
Chuzheng paused for a moment, and pointed at the row of words with his fingertips. After a while, he closed the old book and changed his mind, "Go and have a look."
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There was a mess outside, evil spirits running around, and ghosts chasing behind.
Chuzheng went to the eighteenth floor of hell.
"Sister Zheng, aren't we going to catch the evil spirit?"
"I said that?"
"..." Xuehu blinked, "Didn't you say..."
Chuzheng: "I said to have a look, but I didn't say to catch the evil spirits."
"… "
It seems to say so.
The entrance to the eighteenth floor of hell was heavily guarded at this time, and many evil spirits were captured and sent inside.
Chuzheng stood on the periphery and watched for a while, then walked over there.
"Master Chuzheng."
"Master Chuzheng..."
The little minions on the periphery just saluted and didn't stop them.
Approaching it, the ghost in charge stopped her: "Why are you here?"
"Go down and have a look."
The ghost general is puzzled: "Master Chuzheng, what do you want to go down to see?"
Chuzheng stood with his hands behind his back with a serious expression: "How did those evil spirits escape?"
The ghost will hesitate a little: "This... is still investigating."
Chuzheng: "I'll go down and have a look, what's the problem?"
"… "
The ghost general didn't receive the news and wouldn't let an adult like Chuzheng go down, so the ghost general couldn't stop him.
"Sir, be careful, the eighth floor is still messy and there may be danger."
"Ok."
Chuzheng led Xuehu inside.
The eighteen layers of hell are not top-down, but eighteen huge black stone gates.
Different scenes are depicted on the stone gate, one for each floor.
At this time, only the door on the eighth floor was open, and someone was guarding it, and various roars were vaguely heard inside.
"Sister Zheng, what are we doing here?" Xuehu grabbed Chu Zheng's clothes like a pendant.
"Look for the Nether Spring."
"Looking for You Ming... What are you looking for?" Xuehu raised the volume involuntarily, wondering if he had heard it wrong.
"Netherworld Spring."
"… "
Xuehu has heard about the Nether Spring.
I heard that there is a spring on the highest mountain in the eighth hell.
But no one can go there.
Xuehu: "Sister Zheng, are you all right?"
Chuzheng had an indifferent face, "Who's to blame? Who told you to put him in the water of Wangchuan?"
"… "
Normally it's fine.
She forgot that he was injured at the time...
"Sister Zheng, think about it again, it's very dangerous." Xuehu dragged Chu Zheng's clothes and prevented her from going forward, "That person has nothing to do with you, why do you do this for him."
"… "
It's fine with me.
Troublejing will make trouble for her as soon as it comes.
Chuzheng: "You are waiting for me outside."
"But… "
Chuzheng lifted Xuehu away and strode towards the eighth level of hell.
The ghost general guarding the gate was a little surprised when Chuzheng said he was going in.
They all push the evil spirit through the door and it's over, who wants to go in here
"Master Chuzheng, are you sure?"
"Sure."
Two ghosts will you look at me, I look at you.
One of the ghost generals was quite scared: "Then if something happens to you, don't blame us."
"Ok."
Chuzheng agreed, and the two ghost generals let Chuzheng in.
As soon as Chuzheng stepped into that door, she felt a chill, whistled out from inside, and slapped her body, as if someone had smashed a piece of ice, it was painful and cold.