Chapter 20: Geography

Chapter 20: Geography

Chapter 20: Geography

The whole world was pitch black as far as the eye could see.

There was only a scarecrow, who didn't look too delicate, walking alone in this dark world.

The journey was full of wonders.

Faintly, there was even the wailing of ghosts.

After he passed through the dark environment, he finally arrived at the key place of his journey.

Look forward.

All I saw was three big characters written on the dark checkpoint that was as scary and mysterious as a city:

"gate of hell!"

On the left and right sides of the Ghost Gate, there are some ghost officials guarding in front of the gate, and they look very ferocious.

And it only took a moment for the scarecrow to reach the gates of hell.

Near the gate of hell, more than a dozen ghost messengers with shackles holding souls entered one after another.

I saw this scarecrow coming.

One of the ghost officials who had been guarding the gate of hell did not show any strange emotions.

He just stared at the scarecrow in front of him with the ghost's unique cold eyes and shouted coldly:

"The underworld is a restricted area, no outsiders are allowed to enter!"

After hearing what the ghost official said, the scarecrow pinched his fingers together, and then a small seal projection appeared in front of the ghost officials:
"I am a disciple of the Maoshan lineage!"

As he introduced himself and looked at the familiar seal in his hand, the ghost official who had just been extremely cold and gloomy seemed to become a little more enthusiastic:

"So you are the disciple of the Judge. Master, please come in. The Judge is not busy with official duties at the moment, so there is no need to wait in front of the Gate of Hell..."

Seeing the ghost official's expression change, Uncle Jiu didn't feel the slightest bit strange. Then he pulled out a few ghost money from his pocket like a magic trick:
"Thank you for your hard work, my humble token of respect."

Seeing the ghost money in the scarecrow's hand, the ghost official's smile became more friendly:

"No matter where you are, we are all family..."

Then, he personally invited the little scarecrow into the gates of hell, and then continued to guard in front of the gates of hell.

Looking at the scarecrow going away.

Another ghost official who had been standing next to the ghost official spoke to the others with great envy:
"As expected of a disciple of a great sect, he can easily obtain the seal of the judge. This is really enviable..."

There are so many Maoshan disciples. If they all came to the underworld, who would know each other?

What really changed their expressions was the seal.

That is a bit of spirituality left by the judge's seal, which can really summon the ghost.

Ordinary people are not qualified to have this.

Do you really think that the underworld is something that any wild Taoist priest who has learned a few magic skills can break into?
After hearing what his colleagues said, the ghost official who was stuffed with ghost money by Uncle Jiu said to the colleagues around him:
"Since the judge values ​​me so much, I'm afraid it won't be long before I can find a position in our underworld."

"From now on, please be polite to this wizard when he comes. After all, he has paid us for tea."

After hearing what he said, the other ghost officials nodded one after another. They thought that he was of good family background and knew how to behave himself, so he was indeed worth making friends with.

While they were chatting.

All I saw was a huge rooster about ten feet tall suddenly running over from the dark space in the distance.

The rooster was fiery red all over.

Even the cockscombs are golden.

It looks as terrifying as the legendary Mao Ri Xing Guan.

At this moment, the big rooster rushed towards the gate of hell in a reckless manner:

"Hahaha..." After seeing this scene, the ghost official who was just chatting and laughing accepted the ghost money and then drew his sword:

"Where did this wild Taoist priest come from? How dare you come to the underworld and make trouble? Do you really think that I can't do anything to you with a rooster leading the way?"

With a cold snort, the ghost official's body began to twist continuously in the shadows.

In just a blink of an eye, he turned into a ghost as skinny as a bamboo pole, but three meters tall and holding a broken knife:
"die!!"

He chopped it down with a knife.

All that could be seen was that the big rooster that was about to rush into the gates of hell with such great force had its head chopped off in an instant:
“Giggle… Ugh!!”

At the moment the rooster died.

All that could be seen was an illusory figure suddenly appearing under one of the rooster's feathers, trying to escape into the distance.

"Where can the demon escape!"

The skinny claws, as strong as a stick, reached out for the illusory shadow, and then his figure appeared behind the shadow in a flash.

He opened his mouth and swallowed it:

"Gudu!"

As he swallowed the shadow into his mouth, a scream seemed to be heard faintly:
"……ah!!!"

After returning to his normal appearance, the ghost official even burped, looking like he was full:

"What kind of wild Taoist priests are there these days? They dare to come to the underworld to make trouble. They dare to come to the underworld to summon souls. They are really not afraid of death!"

the other side.

All I saw was that in the darkness, on the extremely obvious altar for summoning souls placed in front of the coffin, there was an elderly man sitting there.

What was surprising was that in front of the old man was tied a very handsome rooster, and the rooster looked exactly the same as the one that had just broken into the underworld.

Just as the rooster was being killed.

The big rooster, which was lying on the altar with many runes painted all over its body, widened its eyes and then died.

Followed by.

All that could be seen was that the old man who was sitting cross-legged in front of the altar and casting a spell to summon the spirit suddenly opened his eyes and let out a mournful cry:
"……No!!!"

"Pfft..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, then he closed his eyes and died.

at the same time.

Uncle Jiu, who had walked into the gates of hell with the help of a straw man, was quickly led by the ghost officials to a judge's palace.

Looking at the eerie and terrifying Judge's Hall in front of you, even if you have been here many times before, it still makes you feel genuinely creepy.

Just at this time.

All I could see was an old man wearing a judge's uniform, who looked like a accomplished practitioner, walking out of the judge's hall:
"Feng Jiao, what is the important matter that has brought you here in the form of a straw man?"

Seeing this old man, Uncle Nine, who was in the form of a scarecrow, immediately bowed and saluted:
"Disciple pays homage to Master!"

"I came here to ask Master to check the geography of Renjia Town to see if there is a cultivator named Song who is the seventh in line in Renjia Town."

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, the judge couldn't help but glance at Uncle Jiu, and then flipped through the geographical records next to him:
"Since you have come here in the form of a straw man, I will help you. I also want to see who is the one who made you come here specially..."

When he said this, he flipped through the Renjia Town Geography in his hand with great interest based on the information given by Uncle Jiu.

However, as he turned the pages, his expression gradually became serious:

"…Huh? There is no such person?"

(End of this chapter)