Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

in the room.

Before the four-eyed priest could react, Han Feng had turned into a wooden stake, standing motionless beside Aji's bed.

Only the red string on the fingertips trembled slightly.

Qiusheng and Wencai stepped forward and pushed Han Feng, "Junior brother, don't scare us! We can't go to that place in the underworld. Come back quickly and let Uncle Simu go. close!"

"Afeng, you are so young, you still have a long way to go, come back soon, Afeng!"

Wen Cai was worried that Han Feng might make a mistake. If something happened, neither Han Feng nor Uncle Jiu would be able to come back.

Simu knew that these two people were worried about their junior brother Han Feng, but what they said really made Simu Daoist himself feel ashamed.

What does it mean that Afeng is still young? If he is young, should I go to the underworld?

These two brats are really too much.

But now is not the time to say that, the most important thing is to save people first.

"Okay!" Si Mu raised his voice and shouted.

"It's useless to shout now, just wait and see!"

Only one Yang person can go down at a time by tying the red rope, even if the four-eyed Taoist priest wants to go down at this time, there is no way.

We can only wait, once the red rope starts to vibrate violently, it means that the people below are about to come up, or if the people below are in danger, the red rope will be broken away, so that the people above have the opportunity to re-tie the red rope Go down and find someone.

Aji on the bed was full of guilt.

If Uncle Jiu and Han Feng were harmed because of him, he would naturally feel bad in his heart.

……

Underworld lower bound.

Han Feng walked for a while, covered the yang energy on his body, and disappeared among the group of dead souls unknowingly.

I don't know how long I walked until I saw an arch bridge in front of me. On the arch bridge was an old woman with white hair and a stooped figure.

With a vicissitudes on her face, the old woman handed a bowl of hot Meng Po soup to everyone who crossed the bridge.

The souls looked up and drank it, walked across the bridge with indifferent faces, and then completely cut off the grievances and hatreds of the previous life.

We have all reached Mengpo Bridge, but Uncle Jiu is nowhere to be seen.

Han Feng pondered how to get away from the team.

Taking advantage of no ghosts paying attention, Han Feng withdrew quickly and jumped out of the team.

"Young man, come on!"

A gloomy voice came from behind, Han Feng stiffened his back, and turned around dully.

I saw Po Meng grinning sinisterly at him.

Walking away with a smile, beckoning to himself.

Meanwhile, the other hand holds a portrait.

It was his own portrait painted on it.

"Not good!" Han Feng yelled secretly, turned around and left.

The back of his neck felt cold, and something grabbed his collar from behind.

Leaning back, Granny Meng's old face was close in front of her eyes.

"Young man, if there is a way in the world, if you don't go, you will come to hell if there is no way."

Po Meng's sinister ghostly smile made Han Feng's scalp numb.

It's over!Am I a wanted man in hell?
"Grandma Meng, let go of your old man first, we have something to talk about, hehe, we have something to talk about!"

Han Feng turned on the mode of soft grinding and hard foaming.

Licking his face, he showed a standard smile at Po Meng.

Granny Meng didn't like him at all.

The golden rope in his hand slapped hard on the ground, grabbed Han Feng's two arms, and began to bind them.

Han Feng was grabbed by Granny Meng and dragged to the side path.

The souls of the dead waiting to drink Mengpo soup on the bridge all wandered on the bridge, stopping and waiting for Mengpo's return.

At the same time, Po Meng was detaining Han Feng and walking towards the depths of the path.

Behind Han Feng's hands, he struggled quietly a few times, only feeling that the golden rope was getting closer.

There was a deep mark on the wrist.

"Meng Po, I won't run away, but can I ask, where are you going to arrest me?"

Po Meng laughed ghostly and said nothing.

Han Feng simply gave up.

After a while, Han Feng suddenly saw a raging fire burning in front of him.

It was only when I got closer that I saw that there was a wooden door burning with fire in front of me.

The flame surrounded the entire wooden door and made a crackling sound, but the strange thing was that the wooden door was not burned at all.

Impressively written on the wooden door is 'Travers into the underworld, into the third hell! '

Depend on!
Finished!

This is really going to trap myself in this underworld!
No, I haven't found my master yet, so I can't just be cast into hell.

The three-story hell, that is, the pain of being burned by the fire for eternity.

Master, where are you?

Han Feng cried helplessly in his heart.

When she got closer, Po Meng stretched out her hand and pushed the wooden door open.

The will-o'-the-wisp flickered across her hand and went out instantly.

Depend on!Will-o'-the-wisps are not afraid!
Before Han Feng could speak, Granny Meng pushed him in.

As soon as he entered the door, before Han Feng could react, he fell into the abyss.

There is no flat ground at all, only fire pits, very deep fire pits.

It didn't stop until it fell to the third level of hell.

All around was a fire that soared into the sky.

"let me out!"

Han Feng stood in the fire and shouted loudly.

However, apart from the eerie ghost screams, there is no other sound around.

How can this be done!

He failed to save people, but trapped himself inside.

Looking down, the red rope in his hand had disappeared at some point.

The red rope was the only thing that led him back to the underworld, and this time he was completely blind!
At this moment, a familiar voice echoed in the flames.

"Afeng...Afeng..."

this sound?
Isn't this Uncle Jiu?

Han Feng followed the voice and saw that Uncle Jiu was standing on the side of the sea of ​​flames, shouting towards him.

It's just that there's a vast sea of ​​flames, and you can't hear clearly even if you shout out your throat.

"Master, why are you here?"

Han Feng shouted loudly while moving forward slowly.

A bottomless abyss lay before the two of them.

Once it falls, it will continue to fall to the hell below.

Both stood on the edge of the abyss, screaming vigorously.

"I was pushed down by the impermanence of black and white, saying that there is a way in the world and I will not go, and there is no way to hell, so I will go, and then I was pushed down!"

That's it!

Isn't this the same as myself!

"Master, don't worry!"

"I'll figure out a way!"

"The disciple will definitely take you out!"

"We haven't reached the end of our lifespan, so why doesn't Lord Yan let us go!"

Han Feng gets angry when he thinks about it.

Even the officials of the underworld can't be so unreasonable!
I just came down to find someone, so I was forcibly detained.

This hell is really dark.

"Afeng, what are you doing down here! Who told you to come down!"

"I can go back as a teacher, I have my own way!"

"You can only spoil me if you come down!"

"None of you are reassuring!"

Ninth Uncle gasped.

"Master, have you thought of a way?!"

"not yet!"

"..."

The skin of the two of them was completely red from the fire.

Han Feng's hands were tied behind his back, and the heat was unbearable. Although the will-o'-the-wisp couldn't kill his soul, the feeling of being burned was also uncomfortable.

After persisting for a while, Han Feng couldn't take it anymore.

He raised his head and roared.

"what--"

In an instant, a huge energy burst out of the body.

The golden rope that Meng Po tied him was snapped instantly.

Han Feng looked at his hands in disbelief.

The roar just now was like a thunderclap, and the whole underworld was alarmed.

Lord Yan, who was criticizing the Book of Life and Death in the Hall of Yama, barely put down the magic brush in his hand, stood up in a panic, and the vibrations around him almost made him fall to the ground.

Seeing this, the judge next to him hurried forward to support him.