An Chang Shang Xiao

The wind was constantly blowing above the narrow road, not only the ghosts pierced the soul back and forth, but even the scythe of the god of death jumped out.

Wu Anchang's skill is not bad, he was forced to practice it when he was a child, and it is usually useless to be protected by someone overtly or secretly, but he didn't expect it to come in handy now.

Although the space is small, the movements of the two of them are crisp and quick. Wu Anchang even had time to complain, and Mu Xiao sometimes didn't respond to him.

"This pervert is really good. The sickle of death is mass-produced? It can fly."

"I have a terminal illness, and my nerves are not normal."

"Look closer, you still have a tear mole under the corner of your left eye."

"... Watch the road."

Wu Anchang has good observation skills, which can be said to be outstanding.The mole is very small and very faint, and it is very close to the eyes, usually covered by the eyelashes. Mu Xiao himself only knew it after someone reminded him. In this place with poor lighting, he can see it with just a glance. , which further confirms this.

Although it is a channel for punishment, it is also necessary to monitor. The ghost king just watched them pass through the "thousand ghosts piercing the heart" he set up with ease, and he was so leisurely.

This mechanism can be renamed - flying toys.

The road is very long, and the "toys" flying around seem to come out continuously as if they don't need money. After finally passing the test, Wu Anchang couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Although this game is a bit difficult," he patted the corpse powder sprinkled by the ghost on his body, "but I still feel mentally retarded after passing the level."

"The one who almost ate the corpse powder into his mouth just now," Mu Xiao glanced at him, "It seems to be you."

"...It's okay to complain," Wu Anchang said, "but please let me finish pretending first."

The ghost king quietly listened to the bickering between the two, and unconsciously opened his tightly closed lips.

"Heh, you can't do without scolding me..." He thought for a while, and in order not to suffer, he cursed, "Idiot ghost."

Black and White Impermanence are waiting not far from the other side of the passage, which is to go through a process. Before a ghost goes in, very few can come out, and even if it comes out, it won't last long before it can't get up.

But to my surprise, the two who just went in came out not too long later, so forget about it, and still have the energy to bicker and tidy up.

"Brother Ah Chang," Bai Wuchang asked sideways, "Did they set a new record?"

"Shut up," Hei Wuchang reminded him, "put on a good face and do things seriously."

"Oh." Bai Wuchang reluctantly withdrew his expression.

The hall is extremely spacious, and it is not a problem to accommodate a group of ghosts.After being brought in by the ghost tour guide, a group of souls did not raise their heads, and slowly walked to the center of the hall and knelt down to look up.

Kneeling for a long time, I don't know why the ghost king just doesn't speak.There is a distance from the high seat of the ghost king in the center of the main hall. Although the specific appearance and accessories cannot be seen clearly, the outline and outline can still be clearly seen.The King of Ghosts was wearing a long black robe with wide sleeves bordered by gold thread, looking like a tyrant, not surprising.

The strange thing is that this "tyrant" has an airtight mask hanging on his face. The mask is pure black with nothing painted on it.

Although there is no gun, if you can look closely, you can vaguely recognize the ghost skin on the ghost king's hand that resembles protruding blue veins.

"H013," his mouth behind the mask finally moved, "You take them to Po Meng, drink the soup and come back."

H013, this should be called the ghost tour guide, after getting the order, I will take all the ghosts away.

"This place is good," a familiar voice suddenly came from the side of the hall, "It's spacious enough, that perverted ghost king will really build a house for himself."

"It's quite big," replied another familiar voice, "but it still doesn't change the fact that he's sick."

All the ghosts: "..."

It's those two uncles.

How did you two get in without a license?

The two uncles have not been quiet since they came out, and they have followed Hei and Bai Wuchang to this place.

After the ghost guide left with a group of souls, Wu Anchang and Mu Xiao were pulled to a place closer to the ghost king alone.

The two stood upright, and the ghost king didn't speak.

No one in the hall spoke for a long time.

After a while, Wu Anchang finally couldn't hold back anymore: "Pervert, what are we going to do?"

The ghost king ignored him.

"Can you bring us back?"

"..."

"Let me deliver the remaining two orders and come back."

"..."

Mu Xiao couldn't listen any longer, he turned around and was about to catch up with the group of souls brought by the ghost tour guide.

"Little Xiao Xiao," Wu Anchang followed him, "wait for me."

"Third reminder, if you fucking..."

Wu Anchang resisted the hand that was about to hit him: "Hey, good, good! Don't bark, don't bark."

The ghost king who was left on the sidelines suddenly said, "You two brainless ants, do you think I'm air!"

Some aroused Yin Qi spread around him, and a few of the cold Yin flags hanging on the beams and pillars at the top of the hall were scraped off.

"You don't talk for a long time," Wu Anchang caught the Yin Qi that was about to fall next to him, "Why don't you treat you like air?"

Mu Xiao answered him: "Be dumb."

"Well," Wu Anchang made a gesture of praise in front of Mu Xiao, "Not bad."

Hei and Bai Wuchang stood in the corner and listened.

Bai Wuchang sighed: "Brother Ah Chang, when do you think I will be as fearless as them?"

Heiwuchang patted the back of his head: "They are ignorant."

"A mere low-level soul," the Ghost King lowered his voice, "Why are you so arrogant!"

"No arrogance," Wu Anchang put away the flag and held it in his hand, "If you don't talk, then go."

"If it's okay," Mu Xiao wanted to turn around again, "don't hinder me."

"..."

In the end, I don't know how the ghost king held his breath and let the two go. He kept saying in his heart: Harmony makes money, and it won't be too late to teach them a lesson after they drink that Meng Po's soup.

"You," I always felt the need to remind a few words, the ghost king suddenly said, "You are as rampant as last time, but this time is different, you are already dead."

I don't know who I'm talking about, but Wu An often feels uncomfortable if he doesn't say a few words to him.

"Whoever dies will die," Wu Anchang made an ugly expression, "The perverted masked man."

Mu Xiao sneered twice.

"..."

The ghost king kept repeating in his heart: human design, human design, human design... can't collapse, can't collapse, can't collapse...

...can't fuck up, fuck!

A group of souls couldn't walk too fast together, and the two soon followed.

"Little ghosts!" Wu Anchang seemed to like this kind of nickname, "We're coming!"

Mu Xiao rolled his eyes after hearing this: "The one in front...H013?"

The ghost guide looked back at him.

"Before going to drink soup," Mu Xiao said coldly, "shouldn't you go to see Po Meng first?"

"...Yes," said the ghost tour guide, "going."

Wu Anchang glanced at Mu Xiao, but swallowed the question on his lips.

"I'll go ask Granny Meng first, and I'll wait here for a while." After finishing speaking, the ghost tour guide turned a corner in the road ahead, and then disappeared.

Even if you say this, there will always be two in this group of souls who can't hear you, and it's always those two.

The ghosts were not too surprised, and some even became curious about what the two uncles would do next.

Sure enough, within two minutes of the ghost tour guide's departure, the two uncles walked out of the group and walked forward.

A few ghosts thought it was fun, but they wanted to follow but were rejected.

"Xiao H went to find Granny Meng, you just wait." Wu Anchang pressed the ghost's head.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"She's looking for Po Meng," Wu Anchang said bluntly, "What does it have to do with me looking for Po Meng soup?"

"...Understood, please, both of you." He said with a welcome gesture.

After walking for a while, until the red rocky road turned into a bridge, Mu Xiao stopped by the bridge: "How do you know I'm here to find Meng Potang?"

"I don't know," Wu Anchang corrected him, "It just happens that I think the same as you."

Two people, no, both ghosts stopped by the bridge and did not go any further.

After a while, Mu Xiao suddenly said, "You know where Po Meng's soup is hidden."

"Yeah, it's too easy to guess," Wu Anchang stomped the rock under his feet, "After walking for a long time, this rock looks more colorful and newer, and I have to find Granny Meng in advance to drink the soup, so the soup must be put on the table." The location is unusual, as long as you are not stupid or blind, you can see it."

"However," Wu Anchang added, "The soup is easy to find, but the rock is not easy to move. What are you going to do?"

"Shall I say what's on your mind?"

Wu Anchang listened and smiled: "It shouldn't be necessary. If this is the case, then wait for them to come."

"One step missing."

"Ok?"

"Go to the opposite side first." Mu Xiao pointed to the other end of the bridge.

"I know." Wu Anchang said.

Mu Xiao looked at him without moving his feet.

"I want to pave the way with me," Wu Anchang raised his eyebrows, "It's unlikely, this bridge must be killed or swallowed, anyway, it is impossible for ghosts to pass with their memories, I still have some research on this."

"Not too stupid."

The reasoning is simple, if what is in front of you is just an ordinary bridge, then it is impossible that there were not one or two obsessive ghosts who did not drink the soup before.

Moreover, the supreme ruler in this underworld, that perverted masked man, cared so much about the rules, so he couldn't be negligent. Only after crossing the bridge can he be eligible for reincarnation. This is certain, and it can be seen.

Then the most important hurdle is on this seemingly ordinary bridge. Coupled with the cruelty of the perverted masked man, this bridge should use extremely cruel methods to deal with souls who have not eaten soup.

"What are you going to do?" Mu Xiao asked.

"The group of ghosts in the back should come over," Wu Anchang pointed to the road when they came, "Choose two stupid ones."

"The brain is quite good, but the nickname is not enough." Mu Xiao finally showed a normal smile, "I have the same method as you."

Wu An Changxie smiled for a moment, and stretched out one hand to Mu Xiao's chest horizontally.

At first Mu Xiao was stunned for a moment, then reached out and punched him.

That ghost tour guide didn't know where to find Granny Meng, she was quite fast, Wu Anchang and Mu Xiao didn't have to wait too long before she came with a large team.

Before all the souls came over, Wu Anchang began to roll the roll.

"The youngest one in the last pile," he was referring to the tall and burly soul man, who looked quite strong, looked stupid, and had no energy, "Come here!"

The stupid big man heard that he was calling himself, and ran over immediately.

Mu Xiao was not far behind, and soon found a suitable ghost.

They all wondered what the two uncles were going to do again, but Po Meng was not surprised and went straight to the bridge.

Po Meng thinks they are not strange, but Wu Anchang thinks Po Meng is strange.

In name, it was Granny Meng, and he had already pictured the image of an old woman in his mind, but now the person standing in front of him was not only not an old woman, but also quite good-looking.more importantly--

This thing is a fucking man!

"... handsome guy who are you?" Wu Anchang looked a little unacceptable.

"My surname is Mingpo Meng. It's not surprising that you are surprised. This name really doesn't match my appearance."

Wu An often looked at him, turning out one of the pitifully few words he knew in his mind.

... Do you know what Zhang Guan Li Dai is?

"This name..." Mu Xiao was actually not used to it, "It's always been like this, hasn't it been changed?"

Granny Meng glanced at him, and her expression changed a little: "Yes, the ghost king started it, and he won't allow it to be changed."

Wu Anchang's eyes stopped on him: "..."

Xu Geng, Wu Anchang sighed: "It seems that the man with the perverted mask needs another nickname, let's call it, the name of the perverted mask is Fei, male."

"..."

"I haven't named it nicely yet, do you think so, Xiao Xiaoxiao?"

"Get out." Mu Xiao stared at him with a dark face, "It's very rare, there are not many ghosts who like the nickname Luan'an like you, and you two are quite a match."

"You," Wu Anchang turned his voice into a crying voice, "You heartless soul, bastard."

Mu Xiao glared at him.

Wu Anchang argued: "I didn't scold you, I was talking about the soul of the soul."

"..."

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The author has something to say:

Remember, Wu Anchang is semi-literate, but it's not that he has no IQ. The young master just didn't attend lectures during the rebellious period, and his brain is still good!