Spoon thought what scholar would give her, but the scholar threw the whole person to her and said she would accompany her to the underworld! She looked at his body suspiciously, squeezed his arms, and waved his hands straight: "Treasurer, you should go to the house with Rhubarb."

"Wang Wang!"

"..."

By night, the underworld is about to open, and the spoon is getting more and more embarrassed. The demon world and the underworld have n’t communicated very much. Even if there are occasional incidents, one look and action are wrong, and the other is mistaken for provocation, and there is a danger of being beaten by the group. Before going out, she specially practiced a kind expression in the mirror.

Perceived that the atmosphere was getting heavier outside, Spoon went to the aisle and looked out. Sure enough, she saw that Yasha began to patrol, and Ming Road-opened.

She breathed deeply and lifted her feet to fly down. As soon as she stepped up, her arm was held by her. When she tilted her head, her eyes lightened: "Master!"

Looking at her gorgeous face with a look of surprise and surprise plus the expression you finally came, thinking of pushing him to rhubarb today, the master is going to eat sour vinegar.

No, you can't torture yourself, you must find a proper time to confess to her. Jomo ... Acceptable?

He smiled: "I will accompany you to the underworld."

The spoon paused: "The underworld is dangerous. They are more resistant to gods than monsters. Master ... are you gods?"

The expert nodded: "It's ... but it's not ... it's okay, just go with an umbrella."

After all, an umbrella was pulled out from behind, and the spoon said that he did not see where he pulled it out at all.

The umbrella opened arrogantly, and I saw a very ordinary paper umbrella. The paper was framed with ink. The light ink wipes the branches, the thick ink traces the leaves, and the jagged edges of the bamboo leaves are clearly visible. The bamboo forest faintly reflects the flowing water, intersects with the prospect, with a few strokes, and is full of vitality.

"This smoke umbrella can change the breath on our body and blend with the underworld." He lowered his eyes and looked at her slightly, and reached out his hand slightly, his tone soft, "Go down to the umbrella."

Spoon looked at him: "Master, you are nervous ... Sure enough, the underworld is a very dangerous place."

The senior laughed aloud: "So we decided quickly and came back when we found the soul of our little grandson."

Spoon nodded, and felt wrong: "How do you know about the grandchildren? And, I went to the underworld ..." As soon as he figured it out, Chunxin was wavy, his face was crimson, "In fact, you have always been, But every time something comes up, it comes out. "

The senior pursed her lips, did not answer her, and was worried at the end. What if she thought the image of the scholar would collapse?

The umbrella is not very big. The tall man is holding the umbrella and the spoon is very close to him. He can feel the sound of his breathing when he looks up. He can see that his face is tight and his body is tight. Can't help thinking, the Supreme Master is still very nervous.

The two leaned down and rushed to the street. Seeing that they were about to hit the bluestone road, they saw a gap of white light and fell sharply.

After walking through this long and beautiful flower road on the other side, you can reach the underworld. All souls need to pass here. It is said that the dead will pass by this road, and they will gradually forget their past lives. At the fork in the road, one leads to Wangchuan, one leads to Santuhe, and one leads to Yanwang City.

Thousands of lives and souls in the six realms have their own fields and lives. Even if the soul is not reborn soon enough, they can live and work here, waiting for reincarnation opportunities. So there are towns.

When I stepped into the road of fire, Spoon knew why the umbrella was called a smoke umbrella. Just now I heard the sound of rain, I thought it was raining in the underworld, but looking out, the road was dry. When I looked up, I saw that the mountains and rivers on the umbrella were moving, the bamboo forest was swaying, and the rain hit the leaves.

The senior smiled slightly: "They are turning into ghosts, so as not to be swallowed by ghosts."

The spoon was clear, and he pulled his clothes closer, lest he be found to cause trouble: "Let's go to the teahouse and wine shop to find out first."

"There are tens of thousands of souls coming and going in ghost towns every day. If you ask them like this, you won't be surprised."

Upon hearing that the master seemed to have a trick, Spoon's eyes brightened, "Where do we go?"

"Yan Luo Dian."

"..." Spoon looked at him pitifully, tearful, "Master, can't we ... don't kill him?"

The master couldn't help laughing and said, "Anyway."

Even so, I was still very disturbed ... That's Yan Luodian, where is Lord Yan's office! This is just like the ordinary people breaking into the knock gate, or being in a jail when they are close to the board, what to do if she is locked up.

She simply embraced the master's arm, and the sense of security next to this strong body suddenly burst out. Sure enough, the man still had good muscles. She thought of the thin figure of the scholar, and shook her head, decisively decisive.

Although she has not been to Yan Luodian, the sudden and thick ghostly spirit can be felt. The back of her bare hands turned purple, and her head is hiding behind the master's arm, yelling: "Intuition tells me that I was frozen to death before I reached Yan Luodian."

The tall man looked down at her, thinking for a moment, holding the umbrella with his left hand, and pulling her right hand. The spoon wanted to retract subconsciously, but the hand was tight, and the warmth kept flowing, dissipating the cold, and warming the body again.

The soft and soft hand was held in the palm, it was ... so wonderful ... the Master secretly sighed, looking at the place that seemed more and more cold in winter, and pulled the corners of his mouth, how many years have they not cleaned, lazy In this way, they are all frozen into ice caves, and you must look back and praise them!

The spoon has never pulled a small hand with people, right, is it not considered a hand when playing games with Brother Boshu and Fat Gourd? But it felt completely different then! Look at the master again, you have to stretch like a wood man.

Finally came to Yan Luodian, the spoon swelled again, not cold, but afraid! She glanced up at the plaque, with dead crows entwined with crows, and occasionally screaming, staring straight at her. The scene of being pebbled by various birds and monsters instantly turned around in my head. The spoon trembled and lowered his head, "Don't eat me, don't eat me."

"Don't be afraid." The Master closed his left hand slightly, the umbrella closed, and the spoon was stunned, and he saw his demon spread around, almost scared.

After a moment, a bull's head and horse jumped out, holding a trident: "Bold and demon evil, trespassing into the Yan Luo Temple, what should you do!"

The Supreme man said, "Little ... heh, may I have the king?"

"Is that what you want to see, sir? You don't leave quickly."

The people in the hall were already alarmed and whispered. When the spoon heard their voices, they were anxious to run away from the master. They would rather look for more in the ghost town than take such a big risk. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a huge skull appearing in front of him, full of anger and full of anger. Look down under his head again, obediently, there is only a long neck, and he stays on the hall! These spoons are still bearable, but when they return to their hearts, they see that he opened his mouth wide and opened his eyes.

The master hurriedly took her into her arms, frowned, and slapped her head with a slap.

Suddenly dumbfounded, the bull head and horse face ran towards the meteor: "Master! Master!"

***

Spoon thought he was dead, or was killed by a monster eating into his stomach. Open your eyes a little, but you can still see the light, not in the abdomen, where is she?

"Woke up?"

Hearing this soft whisper, Spoon tried to open his eyes and saw the master squatting beside her. Not dead yet! Suddenly, she felt like the rest of her life. She got up and hugged him, sobbing, "I thought I was dead, and I won't come to Yan Luodian after being killed. I want to live well and make a healthy peony. "

After a while ... Spoon left his arms, how stiff like wood, was he frightened too!

The master calmed down for a while, then rubbed the bridge of his nose: "The one who frightened you was King Yan, and when I was stunned, I felt remorse, so I took the opportunity to ask the whereabouts of the young grandson, and he said very happily Now. "

Spoon wondered: "It turned out that King Yan was such a good speaker." Then he asked, "Where is that little grandson?"

"Waiting for soup at Nai Ho Bridge."

The spoon stood up immediately: "Then let's get over and meet his grandmother before he has a baby."

The master paused, trying to stop her, but for a moment, he didn't say a word. The spoon was five or six steps in front of him. He paused as soon as he took a step, and his ears moved slightly, and he heard far away, "Yan Wang said it was coming this way." Stepping up, the blue shirt turned into a gray shirt, and it was also a scribe.

The two passed by him, glanced at them, and left quickly, continuing to drive to Naihe Bridge. The scholar smiled, and soon caught up with the spoon, followed closely.

Waiting for the spoon to find that the Supreme hadn't followed him, he was near the river. Seeing this, he could not see his figure, and his heart was swollen. If you look closely, you can see a man turned sharply and turned his back to himself. She narrowed her eyes a few times and jumped forward, and he turned to the side again. Spoon Fang: "Treasurer!"

Got caught ...

"Stupid student, you actually left the inn and left rhubarb to follow."

"... I want to tell you something." The scholar was about to speak, and saw the two saints turning around again and again, I really wanted to ...

The spoon angered him for a while, and then I remembered that there would be someone in the inn in the middle of the night. I felt more comfortable in my heart, and thought again ... I knew that the realm of the ghost realm was still here. This is ... worried about her? If so, accuse him.

"Forget the other side of the river, the road to eternal life. Naihe Bridge, Meng Po Tang, break the edge of evil."

The old voice lingered in my ears, like a lament in a low voice. Looking up at the spoon, he saw a man with a red mole on his forehead reaching for the bowl. She stunned, and it looked exactly the same as described by the small lantern, who was exactly the person she was looking for and could not help but yell "No movement!"

All the ghosts looked at her one after another ... beat, robbery?