In the brightly lit cinema, Su Qingxing, Murong, Qin Guan and Betula platyphylla stood on the soft red carpet and looked up in mid-air.

The same image as death appears in front of everyone after the reorganization of black and white particles, although it has excellent appearance and momentum, but death's face has a contemptuous indifference, with a high attitude, overlooking the trainee who survived to the end.

"death, are you here to pick me up?" Even after so many blows, there was still the last glimmer of hope in the birch's eyes. He walked directly in front of the image of death, opened his arms and exclaimed, "Please, take me away now!" As long as I can get out of here, as long as I can be with you, I can do anything! "

Betula platyphylla's eyes are full of pleas, and the most humble posture of a handsome teenager can really shake people's heart at some point.

It is a pity that what stands in front of him is not a living person, let alone death, but a program created by the architect cinnabar in order to perfect the whole world.

So the image of death just floated slowly from mid-air, and reached out to push the birch away, announcing in the same emotionless voice as his Highness death

"when the trial is over, there will be two customs clearance personnel."

After hearing the image of death, Murong's first reaction was to look around and ask questioningly, "two people?" But there are four people here, and even if birch fails, it should be three. "

"Don't be silly." But Qin Guan saw it more clearly. "after what happened just now, do you still think that the Qingxing brother standing over there is an ordinary person?"

"the guide, please announce the final result." Next, the image of death made a move that surprised everyone. Even Su Qingxing did not think of the same image as death, so he bowed down to him and stayed there with a salute.

Although he knew that there was only an image created by cinnabar, Su Qingxing still felt that cinnabar, a lawless guy, was too bold.

Su Qingxing is now a small guide in the underworld, while death is one of the strongest in the underworld. The status between the two can be said to be extremely disparate, if not Su Qingxing itself has a relatively special identity, I am afraid that even if only the image bends to himself, ordinary guides can be intimidated to the ground.

What is the distance between the entrance of the Underworld and the Temple of death?

They need to pass through the entrance of the Underworld, through thousands of ghost cities, through the silent and boundless battlefields of the Underworld, through the endless abyss woods. After walking through the vigilance and maze of the nineteen cities of the Underworld, we will finally be able to reach the palace of death at the top of Mount Styx.

Su Qingxing was well aware of the nightmarish difficulty because he had escaped all the way from the Temple of death to the entrance to the Underworld.

Because of this, Su Qingxing felt an indescribable oddity when he saw the image of death bowing in front of him.

After all, such a character would never make a low profile or any faux pas.

The little Xue Wolf, who was placed on the ground by Su Qingxing, did not have so many worries. Instead, he jumped up and scratched Su Qingxing's calf with his soft little claws, while opening his mouth and showing a smile.

"Ooh!" Little claws scratch.

Su Qingxing picked up his thoughts from the ground at that time, and then subconsciously reached out his hand and scratched his stomach.

"the guide, my lord."

It was not until the image of death over there opened his mouth again that Su Qingxing came to his senses and looked at Murong and Qin Guan and said, "the number of the dead is MS8346 Murong, and the number of the dead is MS8347 Qin Guan. Now there are two choices in front of you." One is to fall into the legendary hell lava, and the other is to join my ghost town 666. "

Qin Guan and Murong looked at each other in surprise and finally asked, "what on earth is going on?"

Perhaps it was because there was plenty of time for this trial, so Su Qingxing rarely introduced it carefully: "if you want to know this, maybe you need to calm down and listen to me tell a story that is a little old."

"in human legend, there are usually two places to go after death, one in the sky and the other on the ground."

"the gates of the sky are tightly closed, and only those chosen by them are eligible to enter."

"so most people come to the entrance to the Underworld after death." Su Qing paused, as if hoping that the two people would have more time to digest. "the underworld is actually very big, and it may be bigger than the real world you live in, but most of the places are battlefields, abyss and wastelands."

"there are many enchantments living in the depths of the underworld that you humans do not know. They are the leaders of the underworld, and they have laid down the rules of the underworld so that only powerful beings can live in the underworld."

Qin Guan and Murong listened in the clouds as if they were listening to a novel from a different world. But they at least understand one thing, that is, compared with the so-called enchantment, the two of them are probably very weak, right?

"in the eyes of those underworld creatures, human souls are not only weak but also numerous, and they even feel that human beings are like countless ants in a neat home."

"because of the proposal of creatures in the Underworld, at one time someone wanted to ignite the scorching sun of hell at the entrance of the Underworld, so that all human souls would be burned and destroyed by fire as soon as they entered the Underworld! In this way, the weak human spirits in their eyes will not fill every corner of the underworld. "

"although this proposal was eventually rejected, all human spirits are still not allowed to enter the Underworld, so there is the Underworld trial that you are now experiencing."

"they have erected thousands of ghost towns at the entrance to the underworld!"

"thousands of ghost towns have sprung up on the edge of the underworld. Underworld guides like me are like school admissions teachers who are responsible for selecting the right candidates from the Underworld trials to join the ghost town. "

There was a silence in the cinema.

Obviously, the birch, who had failed in the trial, did not disappear from the cinema, and had been in a state of mental emptiness after being pushed away by death. Only Zhu Ting, who had been cut in the neck, stood behind him with a twisted smile.

"what about those who have not been chosen?" It took Murong a long time to digest the matter, and finally she couldn't help asking.

Su Qingxing unconsciously helped Si Shun Mao, looked at Murong and Qin Guan for a long time, and then said, "there are only two ways for the dead who have not been selected into the ghost town to go."

"or throw it directly into the hell lava called the Underworld Recycle Bin."

"or you will continue to reincarnate in this world of trial and error in the underworld, and you will never find an exit."

Go to hell, or continue reincarnation? After hearing this treatment, Murong quietly clenched her fist and finally said: "always feel that this is not very reasonable, as if dealing with expired goods."

"because in the underworld, no one cares where the dead go." Although Su Qingxing feels sorry, there is nothing he can do for the time being. "the soul of mankind here has no power, no identity, no sense of existence, and no one will care about fairness and justice or that good and evil will be rewarded."

"then what's the point of entering the ghost town?" Qin Guan wanted to smoke a cigarette, but found that there was no one left in his cigarette case. Such a world is as scary as hell for a smoker and alcoholic.

Su Qingxing said with great certainty: "because only the dead who enter the ghost town can get the opportunity to become stronger, the opportunity to be free, and even the precious opportunity to reincarnate as a human being."

"these things can only be done after you enter the ghost town!"

"what are the conditions for selecting people in a ghost town?" When Murong asked this question, she glanced at the birch unintentionally.

"the preferences of the guides, that's all." Su Qingxing took a deep breath, and the image of death was still standing beside him, respectfully bending down to salute, so that the image of Su Qingxing, a guide in the underworld, was instantly magnificent.

"some guides like villains, some guides like cunning people, and some guides like warriors with integrity. Some guides even like beautiful women, and others like to dig creators to draw cartoons and write novels for themselves. " Su Qingxing smiled helplessly when he thought of the wonderful works he had heard from cinnabar. "Ghost cities even compete with each other to see whose ghost city is stronger, and the more you think about it, the more ridiculous it is."

"but this is the current situation in the underworld, maybe someone will come forward to change all this in the future, maybe many people are waiting for the day of underworld reform. But it's just maybe. "

"also as a guide, I don't have any special preferences. I just hope that people who enter Ghost Town 666 won't be annoying." Su Qingxing's narrative finally came to an end, and he turned to the two in front of him and said, "so have you made up your mind?"

Qin Guan was the first to raise his hand and said, "I think I need more time to digest these things. I wonder if there is a bar or other place in the ghost town."

"you still want to drink?!" Next to Murong immediately stared wide-eyed, "Let me see that ghost dare to sell you wine!" As she said that, Murong stepped on the high heel of her foot and squinted at Qin Guan next to her.

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"it seems that you two have made up your mind." The blue paper lamp appeared on the side of Su Qingxing, "Ghost Town 666, welcome to join us."

Murong and Qin Guan also took a long breath and could not help whispering: "I didn't expect to be dead, and there are so many troublesome things."

But what they really didn't think of was that only the legendary guide in the underworld was with them in the first place and, like an admissions teacher, was selecting the most suitable person to join the ghost town.

Fortunately, Su Qingxing seems to be a very ordinary guide, without the indescribable interests of other guides, which makes Murong and Qin Guan want to shout long live.

"Birch, are you ready?" After arranging Murong and Qin Guan, Su Qingxing turned to look at the empty-eyed birch. "Blood sacrifice is taboo even in the underworld, but you insist on doing something illusory, or even kill Zhu Ting." Although the blood sacrifice did not succeed, but the sin has been deep, I will send you to hell lava. "

"I know." The birch's eyes came alive a little bit. "I just want to know one thing: is he the real god of death?"

The birch pointed her finger at the image of death who was bending over.

"No." Su Qingxing affirmed, "it's just an ordinary image."

"so is there really death in the underworld?" There is despair in the birch's eyes. "is there really a god of death that can change life and death and control human life?"

"." Su Qingxing was silent for a moment, then finally nodded and said, "exist."

The little snow wolf struggled to jump out of Su Qingxing's arms and landed lightly without attracting anyone's attention.

"if I were the bride of death, the real death would have come to save me already?" The birch's expression looked as if she was crying, but no tears came down.

"I think so." Su Qingxing sighed. "if it were death, it would be easy to save a dead soul, but obviously his Highness would not do so."

With the sound of the ground crumbling, various cracks have begun to appear on the floor of the shadow hall at the foot of the birch, and the light of hell lava has loomed from the cracks.

Su Qingxing can even feel the temperature rising in the whole studio.

After all, it is the fire of hell that can burn up the soul!

"did you see it? Well, in the end, I'm the only one by your side. " Zhu Ting, who was covered in blood, finally grasped the birch tightly at the last time. The blood permeated the birch's clothes and flowed down little by little. "Birch, I don't blame you for killing me, because I'm dead, you're dead, and your family and my family have arranged the aftermath for us, and we'll be together forever."

"Su Qingxing?" Bai Hua's tearless crying face looked ugly, and even though Zhu Ting's pale and bloodless face rubbed against his neck and cheek again and again, he did not resist, but looked at Su Qingxing like this, "what did I get?" What did I get? Why have I worked so hard and got nothing after all? "

Su Qingxing did not answer because he did not know the answer to the question.

When everyone looked at the birch and the expanding cracks in the ground, even Su Qingxing did not notice that the image of death, who had been standing respectfully to one side, suddenly straightened up and walked towards them.

"now that the trial is over." The voice of the image of death is calm, "then death will also kiss his chosen bride."

At this moment, Su Qingxing could only lament that the world built by cinnabar and the script had such a beginning and end that it did not end because the trial was over, and planned to carry out the theme of "Bride of death" to the end.

But who would death choose? Murong or Qin Guan?

When Su Qingxing turned his head, the snow wolf, who had been lying on the carpet beside him, suddenly walked lightly to the foot of the image of death.

When the little snow wolf's paws touched the "death" body, he suddenly turned into black-and-white particles and melted into the "death" body like a dream scene.

Snow wolf and "death" unexpectedly merged into one in this way?!

After Little Snow Wolf thought disappeared, the original robot-like god of death suddenly changed, there was a lot of light in his godless eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be ticked, but it was fleeting, as if none of this had happened at all.

Death tidied up his clothes and went to Su Qingxing when everyone didn't expect it.

"how did you." Su Qingxing watched with his own eyes the image of death created by cinnabar coming to him, and then reached out and pressed his arm!

Under the eyes of everyone, at the moment when Betula platyphylla and Zhu Ting were about to fall into the lava of hell, the tall god of death leaned over Su Qing and said in a calm and natural tone

"Kiss me, my bride."

"." Su Qingxing said, "Sorry, you've got the wrong person. The qualified trainee is over there."

But death, who was integrated with the snow wolf, did not stop, but continued to bend over.

"then let me kiss you, I am good at slipping away betrothed."

At that moment, Su Qingxing suddenly opened his eyes wide and could not believe what he had heard.

"you."

Birch helplessly watched the figure imprinted into her heart, gently holding Su Qingxing in her arms, while she was tightly held in her arms by a bloody unlucky ghost, whose arms were covered with all kinds of bloody handprints.

If what Su Qingxing just said is true, why did an image choose him as his bride?

If what Su Qingxing just said is true, what about the "betrothed who is good at slipping away"?

Then the ground crumbled completely and his body began to sink.

"Su Qingxing, you lied to me!" The birch let out her last roar, "you have been a man of death from the very beginning, are you right?"

However, no one seems to care about the mood of birch, all attracted attention by the unexpected actions of the image of death. The image of death, which is too perfect to be true, is still slowly leaning over.