Day of Imprisonment

Environmental changes happen quickly, often unnoticed and full of wonder.

Luo Xi looked around.

"Zuiye, come down."

He said this.

The next moment, the big-headed monk who had been clinging to his back actually jumped down on his own, but when it tried to run, Luo Xi grabbed it.

"I told you to come down, not to leave. Did you misunderstand?" Luo Xi's tone was threatening. Standing with this Zuiye big-headed monk, he realized that this guy wasn't tall, and was fat, but looked like a seven or eight-year-old child, but with a huge head.

Disproportionately large.

If you add the height of the head, it's almost as tall as Luo Xi.

At this moment, the other party lowered his head, looking very aggrieved.

"Can you talk?" Luo Xi asked.

"Yes!" The big-headed monk nodded and said, his voice very small.

"Where is this place?" Luo Xi asked, holding the other party's hand.

Previously, the Undying only knew that there were six public prayer spots in Youzuo Temple and three hidden area prayer spots, and of these three hidden areas, they only knew the Cloud Mist Secret Realm and the Buddhist Temple Under the Well, as for the third, they didn't know at all, and there was no relevant information.

Unexpectedly, Luo Xi accidentally entered this third hidden area this time.

In this way, seeing all nine merit boxes should be no problem.

Luo Xi's mind moved, and he took out a fortune slip.

It was that worst-luck slip: On the Road to the Underworld, shadows form in pairs, the cycle of life and death is filled with sorrow.

"So, to trigger the fortune slip for this hidden area, it's this one, and you have to stand in front of the three bronze mirrors behind the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva statue to enter the Road to the Underworld."

Although Luo Xi was guessing, he knew that the actual situation should be similar to what he guessed.

Then next, he just needed to find the merit box and prayer spot here.

"Also, although the old monk said that getting seven fortune slips would allow me to find him, he didn't say what would happen if I got more than seven fortune slips. For example, what would happen if I got a copy of the fortune slips from all nine prayer spots and then went to find him?"

As soon as this thought emerged, Luo Xi knew that he would definitely do it.

No matter how bitter or difficult, he would do it.

There was no way around it; his obsessive-compulsive disorder demanded it.

For all Memory Retrievers who entered Youzuo Temple, whether ordinary veterans or Memory Retrievers with terrifying strength, they were all going for seven fortune slips, because obtaining seven fortune slips and going to find the old monk would allow them to clear the level and obtain sufficient rewards.

This reward was very generous, even tempting to those true experts.

It wasn't necessarily possible to obtain numbered cards, but a large number of practical functions and consumable cards, and even these cards appeared in sets.

Therefore, obtaining seven fortune slips to exchange for rewards was the ultimate goal of everyone who came here.

Of course, some people had thought that since there were several prayer spots, wouldn't it be possible to get more if they obtained nine fortune slips to exchange?

But no one actually did it.

One reason was that this matter was too dangerous. Even for some true veterans, entering three hidden areas in the same cycle day was a life-or-death matter.

After all, the power of the fortune slips didn't care how many cycle days you had been through. They would function as usual, with almost no discount.

That is, each additional fortune slip obtained would theoretically increase the danger index by one level.

Especially after exceeding seven fortune slips, the probability of obtaining 'Misfortune Fortune Slips' would increase. Don't ask why they knew; it was all tested with their lives. So, the old monk said to get seven fortune slips, so get neither more nor less.

It had become a rule.

Luo Xi didn't know these things, but even if he did, it would only strengthen his determination to collect nine fortune slips.

He was all about not listening to advice.

Luo Xi was still planning to ask the Zuiye big-headed monk more questions.

"Your name, it's not really Zuiye, is it?"

"This is just a Dharma name. If Benefactor doesn't want to call me that, just change it. Anything is fine."

"I think it sounds pretty good. Just that. Are you really the power of the fortune slip?"

"Yes, genuine."

"You were so unruly at the beginning, how come you're as timid as a quail now?"

Regarding this question, there was a strong resentment in Zuiye's eyes.

"Benefactor, you stabbed me with a knife..."

That was true.

Now, Zuiye still had those two knives stuck in his chest and head.

"And, you, you, you have..." Zuiye seemed to want to say something, but seemed to think of something, and quickly covered his mouth, lowering his head and remaining silent.

"I have what?" Luo Xi's curiosity came up.

"It's unspeakable, can't be said!" Zuiye shook his head, his attitude firm.

"Is it unspeakable or can't be said?" Luo Xi asked again.

"It's both unspeakable and can't be said."

"..."

Luo Xi reached out and hit him, raised his leg and kicked him, using both coercion and inducement. Zuiye refused to open his mouth no matter what, apparently, no matter how much he threatened this guy, he wouldn't say it.

This was interesting.

"What do I have? If you don't say, I can still guess. Besides those lunatics, perverts, and mentally ill personalities, what else could it be!" Luo Xi could only think of this, because Zuiye wanted to jump down from him on his own because he saw countless different projections of himself in the infinite mirror image.

So, this scared Zuiye?

Luo Xi could basically determine that Zuiye, this big-headed monk, was an 'employee' of this scene, that is, a 'Withered One'.

Including those actors playing gods and Buddhas, they were all Withered Ones.

Within the Day of Confinement, where would gods and Buddhas be?

If there really were gods and Buddhas, then they couldn't be trapped in the Day of Confinement.

The principle was that simple.

In the end, no matter how much the atmosphere was created here, it was just a level scene within the Day of Confinement.

From beginning to end, Luo Xi's angle and position of observing things had not changed.

He wouldn't truly change from an atheist to a theist just because it was strange here.

Since it was 'acting', there would be times when it couldn't continue, but if the director didn't yell 'Cut!', they could only grit their teeth and continue acting.

Luo Xi looked at 'Zuiye' at this moment.

"Do you know where the prayer spot is on the Road to the Underworld?" He continued to see if he could squeeze something useful out of Zuiye.

"It's unspeakable, can't be said!"

"So, you do know. It seems you know a lot of things, and you're a senior employee."

Luo Xi didn't ask anymore.

Because he was afraid that Zuiye would run away, Luo Xi held the other party's hand, and then hand in hand, they walked the Road to the Underworld together.

This road should lead to the underworld.

On both sides of the road, there were many terrifying figures, and from time to time, there would be wails of ghosts and gods.

If you looked closely, this was simply a road constructed of countless bones and flesh glued together with countless skins, with a full atmosphere of horror.

Especially the feeling of stepping on it, sometimes it was rough on the feet, sometimes sticky, like stepping on some viscous, rotten flesh, and sometimes, a rotten hand would grab the ankle.

Luo Xi was stunned when his ankle was grabbed.

He squatted down to take a closer look and found that the hand grabbing his ankle was extending from the gap between the bones below.

Looking more closely, the roadbed below was made of various corpses, bones, rotten and rotting.

But there were also 'living people'.

At least they looked like living people, or maybe they were ghosts.

Below was a human face with a resentful look, its expression vicious, seemingly wanting to drag Luo Xi down to suffer together.

After breaking free from this ghost hand, he would still be grabbed by the outstretched ghost hands from time to time, which could be said to be extremely annoying.

Luo Xi walked to the side, trying to leave this strange Road to the Underworld, but he soon found that the road under his feet seemed to be able to move, no matter how he walked, the road was always under his feet, and he couldn't escape.

"It seems that I have to walk this road." Luo Xi looked ahead. This Road to the Underworld seemed to have no end.

"On the Road to the Underworld, shadows form in pairs, the cycle of life and death is filled with sorrow. Walking alone on the Road to the Underworld, people and shadows, aren't they relatively paired? In that case, it can only be the cycle of life and death, continuously suffering..." Luo Xi boldly guessed.

If he continued to walk forward, he would die.

Die, then live again.

Endlessly, eventually completely becoming one of the roadbeds of the Road to the Underworld, considered to have completely ended this cycle day.

Of course, these were just guesses, and the 'life and death' in this place was relative, not really dead, nor really alive.

"Zuiye!"

"Hmm?"

"I've carried you all the way. This time, it's your turn to carry me."

"..."

Luo Xi directly lay on the big-headed monk's back. He had to say, this guy was quite strong. Although his body wasn't big, carrying a person was very stable.

Looking down at the shadow on the ground, Luo Xi hid behind Zuiye's big head, hiding his own shadow within it.

"Let's go."

It could be seen that the Zuiye monk was unwilling, but it seemed that what Luo Xi did wasn't against the rules, so he could only move forward.

Interestingly, the ghost hands in the corpse foundation below wouldn't grab Zuiye at all.

This obviously saved time.

Speaking of time.

Luo Xi had just looked at his phone. After entering the Road to the Underworld, the phone's screen had frozen.

It was like it had crashed.

Zuiye had only carried Luo Xi for a while when a strange wind rolled up sand, carrying a strong stench that swept over them.

The wind was so strong that people couldn't stand still.

But Luo Xi was hiding behind Zuiye's big head, so he wasn't affected much.

When the yellow wind dissipated, a bridge appeared in front of them. At the entrance of the bridge, there was an old woman. The old woman had set up a soup stall, with bowls on the table.

Seeing this scene, Luo Xi's first reaction was the Naihe Bridge and Meng Po Soup.

"Are there really such things?"

Besides the bridge, the old woman, and the soup stall, there was also a person.

Luo Xi recognized this person. It was actually that cool short-haired girl.

The other party was standing in front of the soup stall, holding a bowl of soup in her hand, looking somewhat muddled, and was about to drink it.

Seeing this, Luo Xi jumped down and walked over a few steps, knocking the porcelain bowl in the other party's hand to the ground.