After crossing a stone bridge engraved with the words "reincarnation on the other side", I walked into a field of red flowers blooming on the other side of the river. The colors here are a bit blurry, making people feel that some master in the painting industry accidentally spilled ink, making the whole world look gray. I accidentally knocked over the cinnabar while I was in a hurry, so there is such a touch of red here.
"Where is the special channel?"
The ghost said: "If you are not selected by the ghost office, you can steal other people's treasures and then buy their heads to eat. You can also condense your body quickly."
An Zheng said coldly: "Lead the way."
An Zheng asked.
The color of this flower was ridiculously bright, but An Zheng didn't like it from the first moment he saw it.
An Zheng: "What do you accept? Is it also gold and silver?"
"These corpses were stolen by people who specialized in this business after they were buried. Corpses are relatively cheap, but human heads and human hearts are more expensive, especially human hearts, which are difficult to preserve."
An Zheng came out with Po Jun in his hand, and with a sweep of his sword, the hawker's head fell to the ground. An Zheng picked up the head and placed it on the stall. He looked back and saw that the vendor's headless body ran away in the distance. It was just because he couldn't see the road without his head that he knocked over someone else's stall. It fell down, fumbled with its hands on the ground, stood up, and continued running. But the head on the stall opened its mouth and shouted: "Come quickly, someone is causing trouble here."
The ghost turned and ran away.
The flower looked a bit eerie, like the red tongue of a dead person.
"Immortal Lord, what on earth do you want to do in hell?"
An Zheng pointed at the head on the stall and the heart that had fallen to the ground and stopped beating: "Can God tolerate these?"
"Where is the special channel?"
He glanced at the ghost: "In the past few days, do you know where there has been a war in hell?"
An Zheng walked forward along the path in the sea of flowers, taking out the bit of hair left by Monk Xuanting from the space magic weapon, trying to find Xuanting's aura. But hell is too big, and it doesn’t belong to anyone’s yard. If you fart in the yard, the next door will be polluted. Those with good noses can still tell what the farter has eaten.
He lowered his head and picked at his stall. He chose a big head and lifted it up by grabbing his hair: "This one, this one is good. He must have a big brain and take a lot of food. Let me tell you, there is trading here." It’s a precious coin, and I guess you just died a while ago, so you don’t have much money.”
"Why do they choose not to reincarnate?"
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng nodded.
The ghost's face turned pale: "These...these are naturally necessary to exist. These are the rules of hell. You are a stranger, don't talk nonsense here. I will give you a chance, and you should leave quickly."
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An Zheng hummed: "In other words, there is an organization that leaves hell through special channels to steal fresh corpses and then sell them, right?"
The hawker became more and more confused: "Who are you? Why don't you know anything? This is hell, what's the use of gold and silver?"
An Zheng came out with Po Jun in his hand, and with a sweep of his sword, the hawker's head fell to the ground. An Zheng picked up the head and placed it on the stall. He looked back and saw that the vendor's headless body ran away in the distance. It was just because he couldn't see the road without his head that he knocked over someone else's stall. It fell down, fumbled with its hands on the ground, stood up, and continued running. But the head on the stall opened its mouth and shouted: "Come quickly, someone is causing trouble here."
"Where is the special channel?"
The ghost was silent for a moment, then looked back at An Zheng: "Because there is a paradise here. Only those who have condensed a physical body can go there. It is more enjoyable than in the human world. The place I want to take you to is actually not far from the paradise. It’s just that I’m too poor to get in.”
He opened a box, inside which was a human heart suffocated with ice cubes. It looked like it was still beating slightly.
"I told you, save people."
"I told you, save people."
This was An Zheng's first impression of hell. Looking around, he could see the gray-black desert at the end of his sight. Someone once said that every inch of hell was covered with the ashes of dead people. An Zheng somewhat believed it after seeing the scene in hell. The ashes of the dead are also nutrients, which is why the sea of flowers is so prosperous.
"So you think there's nothing wrong with eating other people's sons, grandsons, wives, and friends, right? However, have you ever thought about it, within a few hundred miles around here, you are a ghost, and naturally no one dares to take your relatives. What do the bodies of future generations do? But what about other places, within the jurisdiction of other ghosts?"
An Zheng walked towards the west: "Lead the way, otherwise it will be wiped out now."
The hawker said proudly: "I dare to tell you, you can't find another one in the whole town. It's a pity that I can only show it to you. There is an uncle who has made an appointment with me a long time ago, and I can't sell it to you. But. Seeing as you are a new customer, I’ll give you a fresh head at a cheaper price.”
"Immortal Lord, what on earth do you want to do in hell?"
After walking for about an hour, I finally saw the end of the clearing. There was a small town there. There were actually people coming and going in the town, and it looked like they were living in the human world. Everyone does not look like a dead person, just like walking into a random village in Daxi. There were actually people selling various things on the street. An Zheng curiously walked over and took a look, and then his expression changed.
An Zheng: "I don't want it. I want to give you another head here as a meeting gift."
An Zheng: "If your descendant relatives, such as your son or your grandson, are found among these heads, will you still be able to eat them?"
The hawker approached An Zheng and said conspiratorially: "There is hell three feet underground, don't you know? When a person dies, he is under the control of hell. Of course, the body is also considered as belonging to hell, so how can it be considered theft? There is business only when there is demand." You people don’t need it, so who would do this? Do you want it? If not, I’ll keep it and sell it to others.”
An Zheng: "I have my own way, who are you?"
"Why would anyone live in hell."
The first stall was filled with human heads, stained with blood. The hawker selling human heads looked at An Zheng, stood up quickly, and said with a smile: "Which one do you like? You can't try it. Last time, a few guys insisted on trying it, and ended up eating most of it in two bites. How can I sell it? These are fresh, if you don’t believe it, smell them. The ones next to them are from yesterday. Although they are not too fresh, they do not affect the taste.”
The ghost was silent for a moment, then looked back at An Zheng: "Because there is a paradise here. Only those who have condensed a physical body can go there. It is more enjoyable than in the human world. The place I want to take you to is actually not far from the paradise. It’s just that I’m too poor to get in.”
An Zheng came out with Po Jun in his hand, and with a sweep of his sword, the hawker's head fell to the ground. An Zheng picked up the head and placed it on the stall. He looked back and saw that the vendor's headless body ran away in the distance. It was just because he couldn't see the road without his head that he knocked over someone else's stall. It fell down, fumbled with its hands on the ground, stood up, and continued running. But the head on the stall opened its mouth and shouted: "Come quickly, someone is causing trouble here."
An Zheng: "What do you accept? Is it also gold and silver?"
"I told you, save people."
The ghost's face turned pale: "These...these are naturally necessary to exist. These are the rules of hell. You are a stranger, don't talk nonsense here. I will give you a chance, and you should leave quickly."
An Zheng asked: "Why do you want to eat this?"
At this moment, a black light quickly passed over in the distance. It looked like a middle-aged man wearing black clothes with a rather cold face. He rushed to An Zheng and looked at An Zheng carefully: "A stranger?"
The ghost was so frightened that he had to get up and lead the way. As he walked, he looked back at the village, seemingly still reluctant to leave.
He looked around: "All the people on this street are in the business of dead bodies. Since you mentioned the way of heaven, let me say a few more words. What is the way of heaven? The way of heaven is what people want. As long as it is People with normal hearts would not allow such a situation to happen. In the human world, I met a person who stole other people's children for takeout, but he was looking for his own children. There are corpses for sale everywhere in your place. Ever wondered how much your body is worth?"
The vendor looked at An Zheng in surprise: "Are you from hell? You actually ask why you eat this. Of course there are dead people in hell, but dead people also have their own rules. The dead who maintain order are ghosts. The bad guys like to eat this the most. Eating the brains of living people can increase their abilities, which is a great supplement. But of course you can’t go out and eat raw people, right? That’s why there are people and corpses in the human world every day. Some will be burned, and some will be buried directly. When I was in the human world, I often heard people say that it is better to be buried in the ground... Ah, you will feel uneasy after being buried."
An Zheng looked ahead and said, "Go faster, I'm in a hurry."
"Of course there will be no relatives of mine."
The first stall was filled with human heads, stained with blood. The hawker selling human heads looked at An Zheng, stood up quickly, and said with a smile: "Which one do you like? You can't try it. Last time, a few guys insisted on trying it, and ended up eating most of it in two bites. How can I sell it? These are fresh, if you don’t believe it, smell them. The ones next to them are from yesterday. Although they are not too fresh, they do not affect the taste.”
The hawker curled his lips and said, "If you don't want it, just leave. I won't do your business anymore."
He lowered his head and picked at his stall. He chose a big head and lifted it up by grabbing his hair: "This one, this one is good. He must have a big brain and take a lot of food. Let me tell you, there is trading here." It’s a precious coin, and I guess you just died a while ago, so you don’t have much money.”
The ghost shook his head subconsciously: "Since the disappearance of the Lord of the Eighteen Palaces and the disappearance of the Great Zangming King, there has been no war here for a long time... Ah, I remembered it. I heard it mentioned before. One thousand six hundred miles to the west, there are people I once saw the rebirth of King Daizo. It was said that he killed a very fierce man who was the leader of this generation and then disappeared. If you are looking for that monk, you should go west. "
An Zheng pointed at the head on the stall and the heart that had fallen to the ground and stopped beating: "Can God tolerate these?"
"These corpses were stolen by people who specialized in this business after they were buried. Corpses are relatively cheap, but human heads and human hearts are more expensive, especially human hearts, which are difficult to preserve."
"I still need you to guide me for the time being, so I won't kill you. But no one who buys and sells corpses here can be left alive."
The expression of the middle-aged man in black changed greatly: "You... Since you are a stranger, how did you get in?"
An Zheng hummed: "In other words, there is an organization that leaves hell through special channels to steal fresh corpses and then sell them, right?"
The vendor looked at An Zheng in surprise: "Are you from hell? You actually ask why you eat this. Of course there are dead people in hell, but dead people also have their own rules. The dead who maintain order are ghosts. The bad guys like to eat this the most. Eating the brains of living people can increase their abilities, which is a great supplement. But of course you can’t go out and eat raw people, right? That’s why there are people and corpses in the human world every day. Some will be burned, and some will be buried directly. When I was in the human world, I often heard people say that it is better to be buried in the ground... Ah, you will feel uneasy after being buried."
"These corpses were stolen by people who specialized in this business after they were buried. Corpses are relatively cheap, but human heads and human hearts are more expensive, especially human hearts, which are difficult to preserve."
He opened a box, inside which was a human heart suffocated with ice cubes. It looked like it was still beating slightly.
"These corpses were stolen by people who specialized in this business after they were buried. Corpses are relatively cheap, but human heads and human hearts are more expensive, especially human hearts, which are difficult to preserve."
The hawker became more and more confused: "Who are you? Why don't you know anything? This is hell, what's the use of gold and silver?"
"Where?"
An Zheng asked: "Why do you want to eat this?"
"How's it going? It's the best."
The expression of the middle-aged man in black changed greatly: "You... Since you are a stranger, how did you get in?"
"Why do they choose not to reincarnate?"
He glanced at the ghost: "In the past few days, do you know where there has been a war in hell?"
"Of course there will be no relatives of mine."
An Zheng hummed: "In other words, there is an organization that leaves hell through special channels to steal fresh corpses and then sell them, right?"
"Immortal Lord, what on earth do you want to do in hell?"
The hawker said proudly: "I dare to tell you, you can't find another one in the whole town. It's a pity that I can only show it to you. There is an uncle who has made an appointment with me a long time ago, and I can't sell it to you. But. Seeing as you are a new customer, I’ll give you a fresh head at a cheaper price.”
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The ghost knelt down with a plop: "Immortal Lord, I beg you. I am just a small ghost within a radius of several hundred miles. How dare I provoke a supreme being like King Daizo."
"Where is the special channel?"
The flower looked a bit eerie, like the red tongue of a dead person.
After walking for about an hour, I finally saw the end of the clearing. There was a small town there. There were actually people coming and going in the town, and it looked like they were living in the human world. Everyone does not look like a dead person, just like walking into a random village in Daxi. There were actually people selling various things on the street. An Zheng curiously walked over and took a look, and then his expression changed.
An Zheng hummed: "In other words, there is an organization that leaves hell through special channels to steal fresh corpses and then sell them, right?"
An Zheng: "What do you accept? Is it also gold and silver?"
The expression of the middle-aged man in black changed greatly: "You... Since you are a stranger, how did you get in?"
The ghost was so frightened that he had to get up and lead the way. As he walked, he looked back at the village, seemingly still reluctant to leave.
The expression of the middle-aged man in black changed greatly: "You... Since you are a stranger, how did you get in?"
"So you think there's nothing wrong with eating other people's sons, grandsons, wives, and friends, right? However, have you ever thought about it, within a few hundred miles around here, you are a ghost, and naturally no one dares to take your relatives. What do the bodies of future generations do? But what about other places, within the jurisdiction of other ghosts?"
An Zheng asked: "Why do you want to eat this?"
"So you think there's nothing wrong with eating other people's sons, grandsons, wives, and friends, right? However, have you ever thought about it, within a few hundred miles around here, you are a ghost, and naturally no one dares to take your relatives. What do the bodies of future generations do? But what about other places, within the jurisdiction of other ghosts?"
An Zheng pointed at the head on the stall and the heart that had fallen to the ground and stopped beating: "Can God tolerate these?"
At this moment, a black light quickly passed over in the distance. It looked like a middle-aged man wearing black clothes with a rather cold face. He rushed to An Zheng and looked at An Zheng carefully: "A stranger?"
The hawker became more and more confused: "Who are you? Why don't you know anything? This is hell, what's the use of gold and silver?"
The hawker became more and more confused: "Who are you? Why don't you know anything? This is hell, what's the use of gold and silver?"
"How's it going? It's the best."
After crossing a stone bridge engraved with the words "reincarnation on the other side", I walked into a field of red flowers blooming on the other side of the river. The colors here are a bit blurry, making people feel that some master in the painting industry accidentally spilled ink, making the whole world look gray. I accidentally knocked over the cinnabar while I was in a hurry, so there is such a touch of red here.
After walking for about an hour, I finally saw the end of the clearing. There was a small town there. There were actually people coming and going in the town, and it looked like they were living in the human world. Everyone does not look like a dead person, just like walking into a random village in Daxi. There were actually people selling various things on the street. An Zheng curiously walked over and took a look, and then his expression changed.
An Zheng: "If your descendant relatives, such as your son or your grandson, are found among these heads, will you still be able to eat them?"
After walking for about an hour, I finally saw the end of the clearing. There was a small town there. There were actually people coming and going in the town, and it looked like they were living in the human world. Everyone does not look like a dead person, just like walking into a random village in Daxi. There were actually people selling various things on the street. An Zheng curiously walked over and took a look, and then his expression changed.
The ghost turned and ran away.
An Zheng said: "I just came in and I don't understand anything yet."
The vendor laughed loudly: "That's no wonder... What is traded here is naturally not gold and silver. Those things have some value in the human world, but they are worthless here. You have just condensed your body when you were new. It seems that when you were in the human world He is an amazing practitioner, and he will definitely be even more amazing in the future. I will give you a favor and give you one of these heads. If you come back to me, I will give you a discount."
"Where?"
The vendor laughed loudly: "That's no wonder... What is traded here is naturally not gold and silver. Those things have some value in the human world, but they are worthless here. You have just condensed your body when you were new. It seems that when you were in the human world He is an amazing practitioner, and he will definitely be even more amazing in the future. I will give you a favor and give you one of these heads. If you come back to me, I will give you a discount."
The ghost knelt down with a plop: "Immortal Lord, I beg you. I am just a small ghost within a radius of several hundred miles. How dare I provoke a supreme being like King Daizo."
"Of course there will be no relatives of mine."
"Are you kidding? You think you are a moral saint."
The ghost's face turned even paler: "Then...the other places are not under my control. I, what can I do?"
"Why would anyone live in hell."
The ghost was so frightened that he had to get up and lead the way. As he walked, he looked back at the village, seemingly still reluctant to leave.
He lowered his head and picked at his stall. He chose a big head and lifted it up by grabbing his hair: "This one, this one is good. He must have a big brain and take a lot of food. Let me tell you, there is trading here." It’s a precious coin, and I guess you just died a while ago, so you don’t have much money.”
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After crossing a stone bridge engraved with the words "reincarnation on the other side", I walked into a field of red flowers blooming on the other side of the river. The colors here are a bit blurry, making people feel that some master in the painting industry accidentally spilled ink, making the whole world look gray. I accidentally knocked over the cinnabar while I was in a hurry, so there is such a touch of red here.
An Zheng sighed: "If this is the rule of hell, then it's okay not to do it."
The ghost turned and ran away.
"Immortal Lord, what on earth do you want to do in hell?"
An Zheng hummed: "In other words, there is an organization that leaves hell through special channels to steal fresh corpses and then sell them, right?"
"I still need you to guide me for the time being, so I won't kill you. But no one who buys and sells corpses here can be left alive."
There, a purple light shot into the sky.
"These corpses were stolen by people who specialized in this business after they were buried. Corpses are relatively cheap, but human heads and human hearts are more expensive, especially human hearts, which are difficult to preserve."
"Where is the special channel?"
The vendor laughed loudly: "That's no wonder... What is traded here is naturally not gold and silver. Those things have some value in the human world, but they are worthless here. You have just condensed your body when you were new. It seems that when you were in the human world He is an amazing practitioner, and he will definitely be even more amazing in the future. I will give you a favor and give you one of these heads. If you come back to me, I will give you a discount."
"I'm not here to kill him, I'm here to save him."
The ghost turned and ran away.
An Zheng sighed: "If this is the rule of hell, then it's okay not to do it."
An Zheng walked towards the west: "Lead the way, otherwise it will be wiped out now."
After crossing a stone bridge engraved with the words "reincarnation on the other side", I walked into a field of red flowers blooming on the other side of the river. The colors here are a bit blurry, making people feel that some master in the painting industry accidentally spilled ink, making the whole world look gray. I accidentally knocked over the cinnabar while I was in a hurry, so there is such a touch of red here.
The ghost said as he walked: "In fact, it is unfair everywhere, including hell. People like me were practitioners during life, so their souls are stronger than others after death. After arriving in hell, people like us will either He was selected by the Ghost Office to rebuild his body by devouring fresh flesh and blood. The more flesh he ate, the stronger his flesh became. Reincarnated."
The hawker approached An Zheng and said conspiratorially: "There is hell three feet underground, don't you know? When a person dies, he is under the control of hell. Of course, the body is also considered as belonging to hell, so how can it be considered theft? There is business only when there is demand." You people don’t need it, so who would do this? Do you want it? If not, I’ll keep it and sell it to others.”
The ghost was so frightened that he had to get up and lead the way. As he walked, he looked back at the village, seemingly still reluctant to leave.
The ghost turned and ran away.
The ghost was silent for a moment, then looked back at An Zheng: "Because there is a paradise here. Only those who have condensed a physical body can go there. It is more enjoyable than in the human world. The place I want to take you to is actually not far from the paradise. It’s just that I’m too poor to get in.”
"Why do they choose not to reincarnate?"
At this moment, a black light quickly passed over in the distance. It looked like a middle-aged man wearing black clothes with a rather cold face. He rushed to An Zheng and looked at An Zheng carefully: "A stranger?"
"I am a ghost, and I am in charge of hundreds of miles around here. Since you can come in as a stranger, I am definitely not your opponent. However, you must abide by the rules of hell in hell... I, I advise you to still Don't be too presumptuous. After all, this is not the human world. If you make trouble, God will not tolerate it."
"So you think there's nothing wrong with eating other people's sons, grandsons, wives, and friends, right? However, have you ever thought about it, within a few hundred miles around here, you are a ghost, and naturally no one dares to take your relatives. What do the bodies of future generations do? But what about other places, within the jurisdiction of other ghosts?"
"Where?"
An Zheng shook his head: "We are all human beings, and we can't live in peace even if others die. Don't you think it's a bit too much?"
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The expression of the middle-aged man in black changed greatly: "You... Since you are a stranger, how did you get in?"
An Zheng groaned, raised his head and looked into the distance.
He looked around: "All the people on this street are in the business of dead bodies. Since you mentioned the way of heaven, let me say a few more words. What is the way of heaven? The way of heaven is what people want. As long as it is People with normal hearts would not allow such a situation to happen. In the human world, I met a person who stole other people's children for takeout, but he was looking for his own children. There are corpses for sale everywhere in your place. Ever wondered how much your body is worth?"
"How's it going? It's the best."
"Are you kidding? You think you are a moral saint."
"I told you, save people."
An Zheng asked: "Why do you want to eat this?"
The ghost said: "If you are not selected by the ghost office, you can steal other people's treasures and then buy their heads to eat. You can also condense your body quickly."
The flower looked a bit eerie, like the red tongue of a dead person.
The ghost was so frightened that he had to get up and lead the way. As he walked, he looked back at the village, seemingly still reluctant to leave.
The hawker said proudly: "I dare to tell you, you can't find another one in the whole town. It's a pity that I can only show it to you. There is an uncle who has made an appointment with me a long time ago, and I can't sell it to you. But. Seeing as you are a new customer, I’ll give you a fresh head at a cheaper price.”
The hawker curled his lips and said, "If you don't want it, just leave. I won't do your business anymore."
An Zheng looked at the ruins and said: "I am in the human world, in charge of judgment, life and death. The power I control has a seal and reincarnation. The people I kill will not enter the path of reincarnation, and the ghosts I kill will disappear into ashes."
"I told you, save people."
"Where is the special channel?"
After walking for about an hour, I finally saw the end of the clearing. There was a small town there. There were actually people coming and going in the town, and it looked like they were living in the human world. Everyone does not look like a dead person, just like walking into a random village in Daxi. There were actually people selling various things on the street. An Zheng curiously walked over and took a look, and then his expression changed.
"Why would anyone live in hell."
The ghost turned and ran away.
"Where?"
An Zheng: "I don't want it. I want to give you another head here as a meeting gift."
An Zheng looked ahead and said, "Go faster, I'm in a hurry."
The vendor looked at An Zheng in surprise: "Are you from hell? You actually ask why you eat this. Of course there are dead people in hell, but dead people also have their own rules. The dead who maintain order are ghosts. The bad guys like to eat this the most. Eating the brains of living people can increase their abilities, which is a great supplement. But of course you can’t go out and eat raw people, right? That’s why there are people and corpses in the human world every day. Some will be burned, and some will be buried directly. When I was in the human world, I often heard people say that it is better to be buried in the ground... Ah, you will feel uneasy after being buried."
The hawker became more and more confused: "Who are you? Why don't you know anything? This is hell, what's the use of gold and silver?"
"Immortal Lord, what on earth do you want to do in hell?"
"I told you, save people."
The hawker became more and more confused: "Who are you? Why don't you know anything? This is hell, what's the use of gold and silver?"
"Where?"
An Zheng sighed: "If this is the rule of hell, then it's okay not to do it."
The ghost was silent for a moment, then looked back at An Zheng: "Because there is a paradise here. Only those who have condensed a physical body can go there. It is more enjoyable than in the human world. The place I want to take you to is actually not far from the paradise. It’s just that I’m too poor to get in.”
The flower looked a bit eerie, like the red tongue of a dead person.
"How's it going? It's the best."
"Are you kidding? You think you are a moral saint."
During the sixteen hundred miles, we saw almost the same scene in hell. It would take you hundreds of miles to see a small town, and not all towns have people who buy and sell other people's corpses.
The first stall was filled with human heads, stained with blood. The hawker selling human heads looked at An Zheng, stood up quickly, and said with a smile: "Which one do you like? You can't try it. Last time, a few guys insisted on trying it, and ended up eating most of it in two bites. How can I sell it? These are fresh, if you don’t believe it, smell them. The ones next to them are from yesterday. Although they are not too fresh, they do not affect the taste.”
An Zheng: "I have my own way, who are you?"
"At this."
"I told you, save people."
"These corpses were stolen by people who specialized in this business after they were buried. Corpses are relatively cheap, but human heads and human hearts are more expensive, especially human hearts, which are difficult to preserve."
An Zheng looked ahead and said, "Go faster, I'm in a hurry."
An Zheng asked: "Why do you want to eat this?"
An Zheng: "If your descendant relatives, such as your son or your grandson, are found among these heads, will you still be able to eat them?"
The hawker became more and more confused: "Who are you? Why don't you know anything? This is hell, what's the use of gold and silver?"
An Zheng came out with Po Jun in his hand, and with a sweep of his sword, the hawker's head fell to the ground. An Zheng picked up the head and placed it on the stall. He looked back and saw that the vendor's headless body ran away in the distance. It was just because he couldn't see the road without his head that he knocked over someone else's stall. It fell down, fumbled with its hands on the ground, stood up, and continued running. But the head on the stall opened its mouth and shouted: "Come quickly, someone is causing trouble here."
He glanced at the ghost: "In the past few days, do you know where there has been a war in hell?"
An Zheng came out with Po Jun in his hand, and with a sweep of his sword, the hawker's head fell to the ground. An Zheng picked up the head and placed it on the stall. He looked back and saw that the vendor's headless body ran away in the distance. It was just because he couldn't see the road without his head that he knocked over someone else's stall. It fell down, fumbled with its hands on the ground, stood up, and continued running. But the head on the stall opened its mouth and shouted: "Come quickly, someone is causing trouble here."
The ghost was so frightened that he had to get up and lead the way. As he walked, he looked back at the village, seemingly still reluctant to leave.
An Zheng came out with Po Jun in his hand, and with a sweep of his sword, the hawker's head fell to the ground. An Zheng picked up the head and placed it on the stall. He looked back and saw that the vendor's headless body ran away in the distance. It was just because he couldn't see the road without his head that he knocked over someone else's stall. It fell down, fumbled with its hands on the ground, stood up, and continued running. But the head on the stall opened its mouth and shouted: "Come quickly, someone is causing trouble here."
"I am a ghost, and I am in charge of hundreds of miles around here. Since you can come in as a stranger, I am definitely not your opponent. However, you must abide by the rules of hell in hell... I, I advise you to still Don't be too presumptuous. After all, this is not the human world. If you make trouble, God will not tolerate it."
"Where is the special channel?"
At this moment, a black light quickly passed over in the distance. It looked like a middle-aged man wearing black clothes with a rather cold face. He rushed to An Zheng and looked at An Zheng carefully: "A stranger?"
The vendor laughed loudly: "That's no wonder... What is traded here is naturally not gold and silver. Those things have some value in the human world, but they are worthless here. You have just condensed your body when you were new. It seems that when you were in the human world He is an amazing practitioner, and he will definitely be even more amazing in the future. I will give you a favor and give you one of these heads. If you come back to me, I will give you a discount."
"Are you kidding? You think you are a moral saint."
The hawker approached An Zheng and said conspiratorially: "There is hell three feet underground, don't you know? When a person dies, he is under the control of hell. Of course, the body is also considered as belonging to hell, so how can it be considered theft? There is business only when there is demand." You people don’t need it, so who would do this? Do you want it? If not, I’ll keep it and sell it to others.”
An Zheng shook his head: "We are all human beings, and we can't live in peace even if others die. Don't you think it's a bit too much?"
The color of this flower was ridiculously bright, but An Zheng didn't like it from the first moment he saw it.
An Zheng nodded.
An Zheng said coldly: "Lead the way."
An Zheng came out with Po Jun in his hand, and with a sweep of his sword, the hawker's head fell to the ground. An Zheng picked up the head and placed it on the stall. He looked back and saw that the vendor's headless body ran away in the distance. It was just because he couldn't see the road without his head that he knocked over someone else's stall. It fell down, fumbled with its hands on the ground, stood up, and continued running. But the head on the stall opened its mouth and shouted: "Come quickly, someone is causing trouble here."
The expression of the middle-aged man in black changed greatly: "You... Since you are a stranger, how did you get in?"
An Zheng nodded.
An Zheng hummed: "In other words, there is an organization that leaves hell through special channels to steal fresh corpses and then sell them, right?"
An Zheng stretched out his hand and pressed down, and a nine-gang sky thunder fell. The ghost turned pale with fright, and watched helplessly as the whole town turned into ruins in an instant. All the houses, including the people, were destroyed in one move.
The ghost said as he walked: "In fact, it is unfair everywhere, including hell. People like me were practitioners during life, so their souls are stronger than others after death. After arriving in hell, people like us will either He was selected by the Ghost Office to rebuild his body by devouring fresh flesh and blood. The more flesh he ate, the stronger his flesh became. Reincarnated."
During the sixteen hundred miles, we saw almost the same scene in hell. It would take you hundreds of miles to see a small town, and not all towns have people who buy and sell other people's corpses.
"Why would anyone live in hell."
During the sixteen hundred miles, we saw almost the same scene in hell. It would take you hundreds of miles to see a small town, and not all towns have people who buy and sell other people's corpses.
An Zheng walked towards the west: "Lead the way, otherwise it will be wiped out now."
An Zheng: "I have my own way, who are you?"
An Zheng said: "I just came in and I don't understand anything yet."
An Zheng said coldly: "Lead the way."
An Zheng nodded.
He looked around: "All the people on this street are in the business of dead bodies. Since you mentioned the way of heaven, let me say a few more words. What is the way of heaven? The way of heaven is what people want. As long as it is People with normal hearts would not allow such a situation to happen. In the human world, I met a person who stole other people's children for takeout, but he was looking for his own children. There are corpses for sale everywhere in your place. Ever wondered how much your body is worth?"
"I am a ghost, and I am in charge of hundreds of miles around here. Since you can come in as a stranger, I am definitely not your opponent. However, you must abide by the rules of hell in hell... I, I advise you to still Don't be too presumptuous. After all, this is not the human world. If you make trouble, God will not tolerate it."
He lowered his head and picked at his stall. He chose a big head and lifted it up by grabbing his hair: "This one, this one is good. He must have a big brain and take a lot of food. Let me tell you, there is trading here." It’s a precious coin, and I guess you just died a while ago, so you don’t have much money.”
"These corpses were stolen by people who specialized in this business after they were buried. Corpses are relatively cheap, but human heads and human hearts are more expensive, especially human hearts, which are difficult to preserve."
The hawker became more and more confused: "Who are you? Why don't you know anything? This is hell, what's the use of gold and silver?"
An Zheng pointed at the head on the stall and the heart that had fallen to the ground and stopped beating: "Can God tolerate these?"
An Zheng asked: "Why do you want to eat this?"
"I told you, save people."
The ghost's face turned pale: "These...these are naturally necessary to exist. These are the rules of hell. You are a stranger, don't talk nonsense here. I will give you a chance, and you should leave quickly."
An Zheng: "What do you accept? Is it also gold and silver?"
The flower looked a bit eerie, like the red tongue of a dead person.
An Zheng: "If your descendant relatives, such as your son or your grandson, are found among these heads, will you still be able to eat them?"
The hawker curled his lips and said, "If you don't want it, just leave. I won't do your business anymore."
The ghost said: "If you are not selected by the ghost office, you can steal other people's treasures and then buy their heads to eat. You can also condense your body quickly."
"Of course there will be no relatives of mine."
An Zheng said coldly: "Lead the way."
The ghost said as he walked: "In fact, it is unfair everywhere, including hell. People like me were practitioners during life, so their souls are stronger than others after death. After arriving in hell, people like us will either He was selected by the Ghost Office to rebuild his body by devouring fresh flesh and blood. The more flesh he ate, the stronger his flesh became. Reincarnated."
The vendor looked at An Zheng in surprise: "Are you from hell? You actually ask why you eat this. Of course there are dead people in hell, but dead people also have their own rules. The dead who maintain order are ghosts. The bad guys like to eat this the most. Eating the brains of living people can increase their abilities, which is a great supplement. But of course you can’t go out and eat raw people, right? That’s why there are people and corpses in the human world every day. Some will be burned, and some will be buried directly. When I was in the human world, I often heard people say that it is better to be buried in the ground... Ah, you will feel uneasy after being buried."
The hawker approached An Zheng and said conspiratorially: "There is hell three feet underground, don't you know? When a person dies, he is under the control of hell. Of course, the body is also considered as belonging to hell, so how can it be considered theft? There is business only when there is demand." You people don’t need it, so who would do this? Do you want it? If not, I’ll keep it and sell it to others.”
"Where?"
The flower looked a bit eerie, like the red tongue of a dead person.
"At this."
An Zheng asked.
"So you think there's nothing wrong with eating other people's sons, grandsons, wives, and friends, right? However, have you ever thought about it, within a few hundred miles around here, you are a ghost, and naturally no one dares to take your relatives. What do the bodies of future generations do? But what about other places, within the jurisdiction of other ghosts?"
The ghost shook his head subconsciously: "Since the disappearance of the Lord of the Eighteen Palaces and the disappearance of the Great Zangming King, there has been no war here for a long time... Ah, I remembered it. I heard it mentioned before. One thousand six hundred miles to the west, there are people I once saw the rebirth of King Daizo. It was said that he killed a very fierce man who was the leader of this generation and then disappeared. If you are looking for that monk, you should go west. "
"At this."
An Zheng: "If your descendant relatives, such as your son or your grandson, are found among these heads, will you still be able to eat them?"
The hawker curled his lips and said, "If you don't want it, just leave. I won't do your business anymore."
The ghost's face turned even paler: "Then...the other places are not under my control. I, what can I do?"
"So you think there's nothing wrong with eating other people's sons, grandsons, wives, and friends, right? However, have you ever thought about it, within a few hundred miles around here, you are a ghost, and naturally no one dares to take your relatives. What do the bodies of future generations do? But what about other places, within the jurisdiction of other ghosts?"
He opened a box, inside which was a human heart suffocated with ice cubes. It looked like it was still beating slightly.
The ghost's face turned even paler: "Then...the other places are not under my control. I, what can I do?"
An Zheng looked at the ruins and said: "I am in the human world, in charge of judgment, life and death. The power I control has a seal and reincarnation. The people I kill will not enter the path of reincarnation, and the ghosts I kill will disappear into ashes."
The ghost's face turned even paler: "Then...the other places are not under my control. I, what can I do?"
An Zheng looked at the ruins and said: "I am in the human world, in charge of judgment, life and death. The power I control has a seal and reincarnation. The people I kill will not enter the path of reincarnation, and the ghosts I kill will disappear into ashes."
After walking for about an hour, I finally saw the end of the clearing. There was a small town there. There were actually people coming and going in the town, and it looked like they were living in the human world. Everyone does not look like a dead person, just like walking into a random village in Daxi. There were actually people selling various things on the street. An Zheng curiously walked over and took a look, and then his expression changed.
The ghost knelt down with a plop: "Immortal Lord, I beg you. I am just a small ghost within a radius of several hundred miles. How dare I provoke a supreme being like King Daizo."
During the sixteen hundred miles, we saw almost the same scene in hell. It would take you hundreds of miles to see a small town, and not all towns have people who buy and sell other people's corpses.
An Zheng walked towards the west: "Lead the way, otherwise it will be wiped out now."
An Zheng sighed: "If this is the rule of hell, then it's okay not to do it."
The ghost turned and ran away.
An Zheng walked towards the west: "Lead the way, otherwise it will be wiped out now."
The ghost said: "If you are not selected by the ghost office, you can steal other people's treasures and then buy their heads to eat. You can also condense your body quickly."
An Zheng: "If your descendant relatives, such as your son or your grandson, are found among these heads, will you still be able to eat them?"
He looked around: "All the people on this street are in the business of dead bodies. Since you mentioned the way of heaven, let me say a few more words. What is the way of heaven? The way of heaven is what people want. As long as it is People with normal hearts would not allow such a situation to happen. In the human world, I met a person who stole other people's children for takeout, but he was looking for his own children. There are corpses for sale everywhere in your place. Ever wondered how much your body is worth?"
open.
"Why do they choose not to reincarnate?"
The ghost turned and ran away.
An Zheng walked forward along the path in the sea of flowers, taking out the bit of hair left by Monk Xuanting from the space magic weapon, trying to find Xuanting's aura. But hell is too big, and it doesn’t belong to anyone’s yard. If you fart in the yard, the next door will be polluted. Those with good noses can still tell what the farter has eaten.
During the sixteen hundred miles, we saw almost the same scene in hell. It would take you hundreds of miles to see a small town, and not all towns have people who buy and sell other people's corpses.
An Zheng raised his hand, and an invisible big hand in the void grabbed the devil's neck. An Zheng reached out and pulled, and the ghost's body flew back involuntarily.
The ghost was silent for a moment, then looked back at An Zheng: "Because there is a paradise here. Only those who have condensed a physical body can go there. It is more enjoyable than in the human world. The place I want to take you to is actually not far from the paradise. It’s just that I’m too poor to get in.”
open.
An Zheng walked forward along the path in the sea of flowers, taking out the bit of hair left by Monk Xuanting from the space magic weapon, trying to find Xuanting's aura. But hell is too big, and it doesn’t belong to anyone’s yard. If you fart in the yard, the next door will be polluted. Those with good noses can still tell what the farter has eaten.
"Immortal Lord, what on earth do you want to do in hell?"
An Zheng looked at the ruins and said: "I am in the human world, in charge of judgment, life and death. The power I control has a seal and reincarnation. The people I kill will not enter the path of reincarnation, and the ghosts I kill will disappear into ashes."
An Zheng looked ahead and said, "Go faster, I'm in a hurry."
An Zheng nodded.
"I still need you to guide me for the time being, so I won't kill you. But no one who buys and sells corpses here can be left alive."
After crossing a stone bridge engraved with the words "reincarnation on the other side", I walked into a field of red flowers blooming on the other side of the river. The colors here are a bit blurry, making people feel that some master in the painting industry accidentally spilled ink, making the whole world look gray. I accidentally knocked over the cinnabar while I was in a hurry, so there is such a touch of red here.
An Zheng nodded.
The hawker said proudly: "I dare to tell you, you can't find another one in the whole town. It's a pity that I can only show it to you. There is an uncle who has made an appointment with me a long time ago, and I can't sell it to you. But. Seeing as you are a new customer, I’ll give you a fresh head at a cheaper price.”
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An Zheng groaned, raised his head and looked into the distance.
"Why would anyone live in hell."
"I still need you to guide me for the time being, so I won't kill you. But no one who buys and sells corpses here can be left alive."
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng stretched out his hand and pressed down, and a nine-gang sky thunder fell. The ghost turned pale with fright, and watched helplessly as the whole town turned into ruins in an instant. All the houses, including the people, were destroyed in one move.
"These corpses were stolen by people who specialized in this business after they were buried. Corpses are relatively cheap, but human heads and human hearts are more expensive, especially human hearts, which are difficult to preserve."
The first stall was filled with human heads, stained with blood. The hawker selling human heads looked at An Zheng, stood up quickly, and said with a smile: "Which one do you like? You can't try it. Last time, a few guys insisted on trying it, and ended up eating most of it in two bites. How can I sell it? These are fresh, if you don’t believe it, smell them. The ones next to them are from yesterday. Although they are not too fresh, they do not affect the taste.”
"I told you, save people."
The ghost's face turned even paler: "Then...the other places are not under my control. I, what can I do?"
The vendor laughed loudly: "That's no wonder... What is traded here is naturally not gold and silver. Those things have some value in the human world, but they are worthless here. You have just condensed your body when you were new. It seems that when you were in the human world He is an amazing practitioner, and he will definitely be even more amazing in the future. I will give you a favor and give you one of these heads. If you come back to me, I will give you a discount."
The ghost knelt down with a plop: "Immortal Lord, I beg you. I am just a small ghost within a radius of several hundred miles. How dare I provoke a supreme being like King Daizo."
An Zheng looked at the ruins and said: "I am in the human world, in charge of judgment, life and death. The power I control has a seal and reincarnation. The people I kill will not enter the path of reincarnation, and the ghosts I kill will disappear into ashes."
An Zheng looked at the ruins and said: "I am in the human world, in charge of judgment, life and death. The power I control has a seal and reincarnation. The people I kill will not enter the path of reincarnation, and the ghosts I kill will disappear into ashes."
There, a purple light shot into the sky.
"So you think there's nothing wrong with eating other people's sons, grandsons, wives, and friends, right? However, have you ever thought about it, within a few hundred miles around here, you are a ghost, and naturally no one dares to take your relatives. What do the bodies of future generations do? But what about other places, within the jurisdiction of other ghosts?"
He glanced at the ghost: "In the past few days, do you know where there has been a war in hell?"
An Zheng sighed: "If this is the rule of hell, then it's okay not to do it."
The flower looked a bit eerie, like the red tongue of a dead person.
An Zheng came out with Po Jun in his hand, and with a sweep of his sword, the hawker's head fell to the ground. An Zheng picked up the head and placed it on the stall. He looked back and saw that the vendor's headless body ran away in the distance. It was just because he couldn't see the road without his head that he knocked over someone else's stall. It fell down, fumbled with its hands on the ground, stood up, and continued running. But the head on the stall opened its mouth and shouted: "Come quickly, someone is causing trouble here."
"I told you, save people."
The hawker became more and more confused: "Who are you? Why don't you know anything? This is hell, what's the use of gold and silver?"
The ghost shook his head subconsciously: "Since the disappearance of the Lord of the Eighteen Palaces and the disappearance of the Great Zangming King, there has been no war here for a long time... Ah, I remembered it. I heard it mentioned before. One thousand six hundred miles to the west, there are people I once saw the rebirth of King Daizo. It was said that he killed a very fierce man who was the leader of this generation and then disappeared. If you are looking for that monk, you should go west. "
The hawker said proudly: "I dare to tell you, you can't find another one in the whole town. It's a pity that I can only show it to you. There is an uncle who has made an appointment with me a long time ago, and I can't sell it to you. But. Seeing as you are a new customer, I’ll give you a fresh head at a cheaper price.”
The ghost shook his head subconsciously: "Since the disappearance of the Lord of the Eighteen Palaces and the disappearance of the Great Zangming King, there has been no war here for a long time... Ah, I remembered it. I heard it mentioned before. One thousand six hundred miles to the west, there are people I once saw the rebirth of King Daizo. It was said that he killed a very fierce man who was the leader of this generation and then disappeared. If you are looking for that monk, you should go west. "
"I still need you to guide me for the time being, so I won't kill you. But no one who buys and sells corpses here can be left alive."
The vendor looked at An Zheng in surprise: "Are you from hell? You actually ask why you eat this. Of course there are dead people in hell, but dead people also have their own rules. The dead who maintain order are ghosts. The bad guys like to eat this the most. Eating the brains of living people can increase their abilities, which is a great supplement. But of course you can’t go out and eat raw people, right? That’s why there are people and corpses in the human world every day. Some will be burned, and some will be buried directly. When I was in the human world, I often heard people say that it is better to be buried in the ground... Ah, you will feel uneasy after being buried."
An Zheng: "If your descendant relatives, such as your son or your grandson, are found among these heads, will you still be able to eat them?"
The ghost knelt down with a plop: "Immortal Lord, I beg you. I am just a small ghost within a radius of several hundred miles. How dare I provoke a supreme being like King Daizo."
An Zheng sighed: "If this is the rule of hell, then it's okay not to do it."
An Zheng sighed: "If this is the rule of hell, then it's okay not to do it."
An Zheng said coldly: "Lead the way."
After crossing a stone bridge engraved with the words "reincarnation on the other side", I walked into a field of red flowers blooming on the other side of the river. The colors here are a bit blurry, making people feel that some master in the painting industry accidentally spilled ink, making the whole world look gray. I accidentally knocked over the cinnabar while I was in a hurry, so there is such a touch of red here.
"These corpses were stolen by people who specialized in this business after they were buried. Corpses are relatively cheap, but human heads and human hearts are more expensive, especially human hearts, which are difficult to preserve."
The hawker approached An Zheng and said conspiratorially: "There is hell three feet underground, don't you know? When a person dies, he is under the control of hell. Of course, the body is also considered as belonging to hell, so how can it be considered theft? There is business only when there is demand." You people don’t need it, so who would do this? Do you want it? If not, I’ll keep it and sell it to others.”
An Zheng sighed: "If this is the rule of hell, then it's okay not to do it."
After crossing a stone bridge engraved with the words "reincarnation on the other side", I walked into a field of red flowers blooming on the other side of the river. The colors here are a bit blurry, making people feel that some master in the painting industry accidentally spilled ink, making the whole world look gray. I accidentally knocked over the cinnabar while I was in a hurry, so there is such a touch of red here.
An Zheng groaned, raised his head and looked into the distance.
"Why would anyone live in hell."
An Zheng stretched out his hand and pressed down, and a nine-gang sky thunder fell. The ghost turned pale with fright, and watched helplessly as the whole town turned into ruins in an instant. All the houses, including the people, were destroyed in one move.
The ghost knelt down with a plop: "Immortal Lord, I beg you. I am just a small ghost within a radius of several hundred miles. How dare I provoke a supreme being like King Daizo."
An Zheng said coldly: "Lead the way."
During the sixteen hundred miles, we saw almost the same scene in hell. It would take you hundreds of miles to see a small town, and not all towns have people who buy and sell other people's corpses.
"Where is the special channel?"
"I'm not here to kill him, I'm here to save him."
The ghost shook his head subconsciously: "Since the disappearance of the Lord of the Eighteen Palaces and the disappearance of the Great Zangming King, there has been no war here for a long time... Ah, I remembered it. I heard it mentioned before. One thousand six hundred miles to the west, there are people I once saw the rebirth of King Daizo. It was said that he killed a very fierce man who was the leader of this generation and then disappeared. If you are looking for that monk, you should go west. "
An Zheng looked ahead and said, "Go faster, I'm in a hurry."
The first stall was filled with human heads, stained with blood. The hawker selling human heads looked at An Zheng, stood up quickly, and said with a smile: "Which one do you like? You can't try it. Last time, a few guys insisted on trying it, and ended up eating most of it in two bites. How can I sell it? These are fresh, if you don’t believe it, smell them. The ones next to them are from yesterday. Although they are not too fresh, they do not affect the taste.”
The ghost shook his head subconsciously: "Since the disappearance of the Lord of the Eighteen Palaces and the disappearance of the Great Zangming King, there has been no war here for a long time... Ah, I remembered it. I heard it mentioned before. One thousand six hundred miles to the west, there are people I once saw the rebirth of King Daizo. It was said that he killed a very fierce man who was the leader of this generation and then disappeared. If you are looking for that monk, you should go west. "
"So you think there's nothing wrong with eating other people's sons, grandsons, wives, and friends, right? However, have you ever thought about it, within a few hundred miles around here, you are a ghost, and naturally no one dares to take your relatives. What do the bodies of future generations do? But what about other places, within the jurisdiction of other ghosts?"
"Why would anyone live in hell."
An Zheng walked towards the west: "Lead the way, otherwise it will be wiped out now."
There, a purple light shot into the sky.
An Zheng asked: "Why do you want to eat this?"
He lowered his head and picked at his stall. He chose a big head and lifted it up by grabbing his hair: "This one, this one is good. He must have a big brain and take a lot of food. Let me tell you, there is trading here." It’s a precious coin, and I guess you just died a while ago, so you don’t have much money.”
The hawker curled his lips and said, "If you don't want it, just leave. I won't do your business anymore."
An Zheng said: "I just came in and I don't understand anything yet."
An Zheng: "I don't want it. I want to give you another head here as a meeting gift."
The ghost was so frightened that he had to get up and lead the way. As he walked, he looked back at the village, seemingly still reluctant to leave.
An Zheng: "I have my own way, who are you?"
An Zheng: "If your descendant relatives, such as your son or your grandson, are found among these heads, will you still be able to eat them?"
After crossing a stone bridge engraved with the words "reincarnation on the other side", I walked into a field of red flowers blooming on the other side of the river. The colors here are a bit blurry, making people feel that some master in the painting industry accidentally spilled ink, making the whole world look gray. I accidentally knocked over the cinnabar while I was in a hurry, so there is such a touch of red here.
The ghost was so frightened that he had to get up and lead the way. As he walked, he looked back at the village, seemingly still reluctant to leave.
"Immortal Lord, what on earth do you want to do in hell?"
The ghost's face turned even paler: "Then...the other places are not under my control. I, what can I do?"
The hawker approached An Zheng and said conspiratorially: "There is hell three feet underground, don't you know? When a person dies, he is under the control of hell. Of course, the body is also considered as belonging to hell, so how can it be considered theft? There is business only when there is demand." You people don’t need it, so who would do this? Do you want it? If not, I’ll keep it and sell it to others.”
After crossing a stone bridge engraved with the words "reincarnation on the other side", I walked into a field of red flowers blooming on the other side of the river. The colors here are a bit blurry, making people feel that some master in the painting industry accidentally spilled ink, making the whole world look gray. I accidentally knocked over the cinnabar while I was in a hurry, so there is such a touch of red here.
"Are you kidding? You think you are a moral saint."
"I told you, save people."
An Zheng hummed: "In other words, there is an organization that leaves hell through special channels to steal fresh corpses and then sell them, right?"
"Why do they choose not to reincarnate?"
The ghost said: "If you are not selected by the ghost office, you can steal other people's treasures and then buy their heads to eat. You can also condense your body quickly."
"Why would anyone live in hell."
An Zheng looked ahead and said, "Go faster, I'm in a hurry."
The vendor looked at An Zheng in surprise: "Are you from hell? You actually ask why you eat this. Of course there are dead people in hell, but dead people also have their own rules. The dead who maintain order are ghosts. The bad guys like to eat this the most. Eating the brains of living people can increase their abilities, which is a great supplement. But of course you can’t go out and eat raw people, right? That’s why there are people and corpses in the human world every day. Some will be burned, and some will be buried directly. When I was in the human world, I often heard people say that it is better to be buried in the ground... Ah, you will feel uneasy after being buried."
An Zheng looked at the ruins and said: "I am in the human world, in charge of judgment, life and death. The power I control has a seal and reincarnation. The people I kill will not enter the path of reincarnation, and the ghosts I kill will disappear into ashes."
The vendor looked at An Zheng in surprise: "Are you from hell? You actually ask why you eat this. Of course there are dead people in hell, but dead people also have their own rules. The dead who maintain order are ghosts. The bad guys like to eat this the most. Eating the brains of living people can increase their abilities, which is a great supplement. But of course you can’t go out and eat raw people, right? That’s why there are people and corpses in the human world every day. Some will be burned, and some will be buried directly. When I was in the human world, I often heard people say that it is better to be buried in the ground... Ah, you will feel uneasy after being buried."
During the sixteen hundred miles, we saw almost the same scene in hell. It would take you hundreds of miles to see a small town, and not all towns have people who buy and sell other people's corpses.
An Zheng hummed: "In other words, there is an organization that leaves hell through special channels to steal fresh corpses and then sell them, right?"
An Zheng raised his hand, and an invisible big hand in the void grabbed the devil's neck. An Zheng reached out and pulled, and the ghost's body flew back involuntarily.
This was An Zheng's first impression of hell. Looking around, he could see the gray-black desert at the end of his sight. Someone once said that every inch of hell was covered with the ashes of dead people. An Zheng somewhat believed it after seeing the scene in hell. The ashes of the dead are also nutrients, which is why the sea of flowers is so prosperous.
"Why would anyone live in hell."
An Zheng looked ahead and said, "Go faster, I'm in a hurry."
"Where?"
The color of this flower was ridiculously bright, but An Zheng didn't like it from the first moment he saw it.
An Zheng nodded.
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng walked forward along the path in the sea of flowers, taking out the bit of hair left by Monk Xuanting from the space magic weapon, trying to find Xuanting's aura. But hell is too big, and it doesn’t belong to anyone’s yard. If you fart in the yard, the next door will be polluted. Those with good noses can still tell what the farter has eaten.
The ghost was so frightened that he had to get up and lead the way. As he walked, he looked back at the village, seemingly still reluctant to leave.
"I still need you to guide me for the time being, so I won't kill you. But no one who buys and sells corpses here can be left alive."
"Immortal Lord, what on earth do you want to do in hell?"
The flower looked a bit eerie, like the red tongue of a dead person.
The ghost said as he walked: "In fact, it is unfair everywhere, including hell. People like me were practitioners during life, so their souls are stronger than others after death. After arriving in hell, people like us will either He was selected by the Ghost Office to rebuild his body by devouring fresh flesh and blood. The more flesh he ate, the stronger his flesh became. Reincarnated."
open.
"I'm not here to kill him, I'm here to save him."
"Where?"
The hawker became more and more confused: "Who are you? Why don't you know anything? This is hell, what's the use of gold and silver?"
The hawker approached An Zheng and said conspiratorially: "There is hell three feet underground, don't you know? When a person dies, he is under the control of hell. Of course, the body is also considered as belonging to hell, so how can it be considered theft? There is business only when there is demand." You people don’t need it, so who would do this? Do you want it? If not, I’ll keep it and sell it to others.”
The ghost's face turned pale: "These...these are naturally necessary to exist. These are the rules of hell. You are a stranger, don't talk nonsense here. I will give you a chance, and you should leave quickly."
The ghost said: "If you are not selected by the ghost office, you can steal other people's treasures and then buy their heads to eat. You can also condense your body quickly."
"Are you kidding? You think you are a moral saint."
"So you think there's nothing wrong with eating other people's sons, grandsons, wives, and friends, right? However, have you ever thought about it, within a few hundred miles around here, you are a ghost, and naturally no one dares to take your relatives. What do the bodies of future generations do? But what about other places, within the jurisdiction of other ghosts?"
"I'm not here to kill him, I'm here to save him."
An Zheng pointed at the head on the stall and the heart that had fallen to the ground and stopped beating: "Can God tolerate these?"
An Zheng asked: "Why do you want to eat this?"
"Why do they choose not to reincarnate?"
An Zheng sighed: "If this is the rule of hell, then it's okay not to do it."
The ghost said as he walked: "In fact, it is unfair everywhere, including hell. People like me were practitioners during life, so their souls are stronger than others after death. After arriving in hell, people like us will either He was selected by the Ghost Office to rebuild his body by devouring fresh flesh and blood. The more flesh he ate, the stronger his flesh became. Reincarnated."
"How's it going? It's the best."
The ghost turned and ran away.
The ghost was silent for a moment, then looked back at An Zheng: "Because there is a paradise here. Only those who have condensed a physical body can go there. It is more enjoyable than in the human world. The place I want to take you to is actually not far from the paradise. It’s just that I’m too poor to get in.”
He opened a box, inside which was a human heart suffocated with ice cubes. It looked like it was still beating slightly.
An Zheng sighed: "If this is the rule of hell, then it's okay not to do it."
An Zheng groaned, raised his head and looked into the distance.
The hawker became more and more confused: "Who are you? Why don't you know anything? This is hell, what's the use of gold and silver?"
An Zheng: "If your descendant relatives, such as your son or your grandson, are found among these heads, will you still be able to eat them?"
"These corpses were stolen by people who specialized in this business after they were buried. Corpses are relatively cheap, but human heads and human hearts are more expensive, especially human hearts, which are difficult to preserve."
After crossing a stone bridge engraved with the words "reincarnation on the other side", I walked into a field of red flowers blooming on the other side of the river. The colors here are a bit blurry, making people feel that some master in the painting industry accidentally spilled ink, making the whole world look gray. I accidentally knocked over the cinnabar while I was in a hurry, so there is such a touch of red here.
An Zheng: "I have my own way, who are you?"
An Zheng raised his hand, and an invisible big hand in the void grabbed the devil's neck. An Zheng reached out and pulled, and the ghost's body flew back involuntarily.
There, a purple light shot into the sky.
An Zheng: "I have my own way, who are you?"
"Why do they choose not to reincarnate?"