"I'm so devilish..." The guard slowly repeated his words, then snorted, "Are you practicing Taoism?"

"Um."

"You are so unfair to me when you practice Taoism."

The guards are smiling but not smiling. Many people in the mortal insults have no wisdom and cannot make good relationships. When mocking Taoist priests, some people always say that grapes are sour.

"I look at you. My soul is not right. Impurity."

The Master Hunting twelves a spell on Mo Ran, allowing him to cover up the breath of a living person and be able to contact the soul, so the guards could not see him. But they were always a little uncomfortable, so Shi Shiran sat down again, crossed his legs, and took out a black ruler from the trunk.

"A ruler of guilt." He said proudly. Although he didn't know what he was proud of, the ruler was not his. But the younger the Guan'er, the more he liked to show off. The guard threw the ruler on the table and turned up his eyelids and stared at Mo Ran, "Let him reach out and let me test your merits in the world."

Mo Ran: "..."

The merits of his life?

Will he be sent directly to the Great God of Yan Luo to crush it into pieces?

But in front of everyone, he had nowhere to escape, so he had to sigh, hold the soul-sucking lamp in one hand, and reach over with the other.

The guard put the ruler on his vein. Almost as soon as he touched it, the ruler of sin started to scream, and blood gushed out of the black ruler's body, accompanied by the cry of millions of people.

"I'm dying with my eyes closed..."

"Mo Weiyu, you will never die and be reborn!!"

"Dad! Mom! Why are you dogs!!! Why!!!"

"Don't kill me...please, don't kill me-"

Mo Ran suddenly pulled his hand back, and his face turned pale as paper in an instant.

The circle of ghosts was looking at him quietly, and the guard's eyes were particularly obscure. He stared at Mo Ran like a tiger and wolf. After a while, he lowered his head to look at the ruler.

The red light on the ruler disappeared, and the blood seemed to be the hallucination just now. I don’t know where it flowed, but the tabletop was clean, and only a line of words gradually appeared on the body of the ruler.

——

The sins are unforgivable, and the escort is escorted...

Which level of hell?

Because Mo Ran stopped before he could finish the test of the yardstick, he had not finished writing it.

The guard grabbed his arm suddenly, staring at him fiercely and fiercely, as if the hunter who had been bored for a long time finally caught a rare bird. His nose flashed, his eyes flashed with strange light, and his intestines almost flowed out, but this time he was too lazy to even plug it back.

"Don't move, you can test it again for me."

He was impatient and greedy, and was almost seeking credit from Yan Luo.

His ghost claws deeply pinched Mo Ran's wrist and forced him to come over, and poked the other party's flesh with a crazy look.

If he had to catch a ghost who could go to the eighteen levels of hell, it would be a great contribution. He could sit at least three levels on the ground and no longer had to remember every ray of lonely souls at the gate of this city every day.

"Test! Test it carefully!"

The ruler of sin lit up again.

Blood was still flowing, crying and crying all over the sky.

The people Mo Ran killed and the evils he committed seemed to be squeezed into this small black ruler, and the resentment almost broke the ruler.

"What a hatred..."

"Mo Weiyu, I won't let you go even if I die..."

Mo Ran's face became increasingly ugly. He lowered his eyes, his lips tightly pursed, and he didn't know what color it was in his eyes.

"You have no conscience!! You have turned the world into purgatory!"

"I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

“Ahhhhh——!”

Crying, howling, cursing, and resentment.

Suddenly, a faint sigh was heard in so many voices.

"I'm sorry, Mo Ran, it's the master's fault..."

Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes, with a sadness in his eyes.

He heard the voice of Chu Wanning in his previous life, so soft and sad, but it was like a sharp knife drilling into his skull, almost splitting his soul.

The voices gradually became weaker, and the ruler of sin returned to calm.

The above line of small words reappears:

The sins are unforgivable, and the escort is escorted to the...

This time Mo Ran did not take his hand away in advance, but the line of words was still not finished!

The guard was stunned and patted the black ruler: "It's broken?"

Unexpectedly, with a slap, the black ruler trembled slightly. After a while, the lines of words disappeared by themselves. A thin wisp of fairy aura floated from the surface of the ruler, and infinitely brilliant glow shone out.

This time, there was no crying sound from the ruler, but a hundred birds looked at the phoenix and the delicate sounds entered the clouds, as if the sound of elegant music from the ninth heavens had descended to the underworld. The demons and demons were all drunk, and even the guards could not help but follow them in a daze.

When the fairy sound stopped, the guard suddenly came back to his senses.

After looking again, six big words have fallen on the ruler of sin—

Ordinary souls are feasible.

The guard said in a lost voice: "This is impossible!"

Didn’t the sins just now be unforgivable? Why did you get an ordinary soul again?

He was unwilling to give up and measured it with a ruler many times, but each time it was the same result: first screaming, then good news, and in the end, all of which were written with ordinary souls, which was feasible.

The guard was extremely disappointed, and he had no reason to stop an ordinary soul from entering the underworld.

He began to stuff his intestines viciously again, and said while pushing, "Tu, I think you are really obsessed with devils."

Mo Ran was also quite surprised. He didn't know why. After thinking about it, he guessed that it was probably the talisman of the sinner master who confused the ruler, so he breathed a little relieved.

"Get out, hold it with your body sticker, it will take your grandpa for a long time, why don't you get out quickly!"

"..." Mo Ran couldn't ask for it, and was holding the soul-sucking lamp and about to leave, suddenly the guard's eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly-

"stop!"

Mo Ran's heartbeats very quickly, but his face is calm, and he said helplessly: "So what's wrong?"

The guard raised his chin: "What is it in your arms?"

"Oh, this..." Mo Ran rubbed the soul lamp, his thoughts flashed quickly, and he turned to laugh, "It's my burial."

"Door with me?"

"Yes, it's a magic weapon."

"Ha. It's a bit interesting." The guard pointed to the table, his eyes flashed, "Put your burial here and test it again. I'm afraid it's your magic weapon that confused the ruler of sin."

“…”

Mo Ran had already scolded this guy in his heart, but he had no choice but to put down the soul lamp and stretched out his wrist again with anxiety.

The guard seemed confident and couldn't wait to press the ruler up again.

...

The result is still the same.

There are still six words, clearly: ordinary souls are feasible.

Not to mention the guards, even Mo Ran was completely unaware of the reason. But after testing this, the other party finally gave up completely and was too lazy to wave his hand and let him in.

Mo Ran dared not stay for a long time, so he picked up the soul-attracting lamp and walked through the long corridor until the end, the light changed.

The ghost world unfolded in front of him in a mighty way.

This is the first floor of hell, and you can't see the end at first glance. The sky is scarlet, like a boiling glow. Strange vines and strange trees rise up from the ground, with rugged tiles nearby, and houses standing far away. There is a huge rock that connects the sky at the entrance, with the words "You Cao's skin returns to the dust, and your soul returns to Nanke Township". Next to it is a towering red lacquer archway, and the golden water melts and draws out the three big characters "Nanke Township", each of which is as tall as an adult male.

It turns out that the first floor of hell is called Nanke Township. If the dead are not unusual, they will all live here temporarily. For ten or eight years, waiting for the judge to call him and then go to the second floor to judge and make a decision.

Mo Ran held the soul-sucking lamp and walked while watching.

The layout is not much different from the world, the streets, residents, and tiles, a total of eighteen streets, nine horizontal and nine vertical. Ghost men, ghost women, and ghost children walk around, laughing and crying, and mourning, and demons dance around and hundreds of ghosts walk at night.

In the east, I heard a newly mourned woman sobbing: "What should I do? What should I do? It is said that the remarried woman will be cut into two halves, with her head and feet, and each of them belongs to the two dead men. Is this true? Who can tell me, is this true?"

There was also a girl with her clothes exposed and her hair was messy around her tears: "I really can't afford to be that secret door. Before I died, I went to the Land Temple to donate a threshold, and wanted thousands of people to step on it to atone for me. But the village chief said that I would pay him 400 gold to allow me to replace the threshold. If I had so much money, why bother to do a flesh-and-skin business..."

There was also a man in the west who was counting: "Four hundred and one day, four hundred and two days, four hundred and three days... I promised that she would leave and she would go, and she was a sacrifice for love. Why did I stay here for 404 days, but she still didn't follow her. Alas, she was so weak, could she be confused on the road to the underworld? If she was really confused, what should she do?"

The newly dead ghosts gathered in groups of three or five at the entrance of Nanke Township, but they were still unwilling to give up and wandered around.

But further forward, there are old ghosts who have already returned to their souls and accepted their lives.

They are much more calm and calm, and some of their own business are poor, spending their days, and waiting for the long time to judge.

When you arrive at the Third Street, you can see the downtown clamor, no less than the world.
To be continued...