Chapter 14 I am willing to donate money to repair Huangquan Road

"I'm a new recruit, I'm not familiar with the road, please point it to me!" Lan He urged as if the ghost was stupid.

The wild ghosts are stupid, thinking that the road is unfamiliar, haven't you died...

He glanced at the hat on the other side's head and the mask on his face, and remembered that there had been a rumor in the underworld that there had been more "Old Master Lai" on duty in Beijing. trouble.

"This, this... I'm not worthy of Huangquan Road. I only know that it is about three and a half steps away from the Temple of the City God."

Lan He asked, "Three-and-a-half steps? Three and a half steps in which direction?"

The wild ghost said in confusion: "It's the direction of the underworld."

He didn't seem to be able to tell, after all, he had never been there. Even gradually doubting Lan He's identity, the neck stretched longer and longer, showing an expression of wanting to see Lan He's documents.

"What are you looking at, I'm luna." Lan He's voice was high, and the other party immediately retracted his neck, pretending that nothing had happened.

No matter, go to the Temple of the City God first, but Lan He knows where it is, and corresponds to the Yangjian. He hooked the old ghost and rushed to the Chenghuang Temple.

There are also some idle City God Temple officials squatting at the entrance of the temple. These are also Lan He's colleagues, but they are local, usually including local ghosts. Lanhe is directly under the Taishan Yinsi.

Lan He knew that the errands were lazy and didn't dare to entrust the old ghost to them, "Excuse me to ask, are you going to Huangquan Road from here - I'm new from Dongyue Yinsi, and I'm not familiar with the road."

The errands nodded their heads, thinking that they were fresh enough. They turned back to their peers and asked where the headquarters was. They were so new and confused. But still subconsciously pointed to a certain direction, but the direction of each yin difference is actually different.

Logically speaking, impermanence on Huangquan Road does not require the trouble of other people and ghosts...

Seeing that they were pointing in different directions, Lan He thoughtfully pulled the old ghost and walked in any direction: "Follow me to Jiuquan!"

When he stepped out, his eyes darkened. Then he took two quick steps. The surrounding environment began to be blurred and distorted. In the last step, as soon as he lifted his right foot, the surroundings changed. He looked down and saw that his left foot had already stepped on a loess road. .

It is loess, it is better to say it is yellow mud, muddy water has been seeping out, it is rough and bumpy, it is really not a good road.

The Huangquan Road is long and deep, and there are many ghosts on the road, all moving in one direction. Some of them were still holding cattle and horses in their hands, probably because of paper bundles burned by their family members.

Lan He dragged the old ghost and ran all the way, shouting as he ran, "Brother Yan! Brother Yan!"

Huang Quanlu had no sound at all, Lan He's shout was particularly prominent, and those pale ghosts all turned their heads and looked at him dumbly. Some of them were colleagues, and their faces were blue and white. Occasionally, two of them stretched out their hands and pointed forward, as if to indicate that Yan San was still ahead.

"Thank you!" Lan He casually cupped his hands, and rushed forward without caring so much.

The time in the underworld is longer than in the world. In the extended time, Lan He didn't know how long he ran before he caught up with Yan San in front of a big city.

The city wall is high, and the gate is engraved with "Nether Capital" in seal characters. It is the underground netherworld, the capital of the underworld. There are two ghost officials in Tsing Yi guarding the gate, and wandering spirits enter the city one after another.

Yan San was talking to one of the Tsing Yi ghost officials and shared some money with him. He was still drunk, and he didn't seem to notice that he had lost a ghost.

"Brother Yan." Lan He patted Yan San's shoulder from behind, Yan San was very slow and didn't look back for a while.

Lan He pulled Yan San aside and whispered, "You have left a ghost."

"Xiao Lai?" Yan San rubbed his eyes, and took a while to digest Lan He's words. He woke up with a fright. He picked up his own soul hook and saw that the end was broken at some point, and murmured, "No. It's not good, the soul hook is also broken, and after another quarter of an hour, I will be criticized."

He looked at the old ghost in Lan Hegou and laughed angrily, "Okay, I'll just say how diligent you are, what tricks have you done in the wine, and how dare you pierce the soul rope?"

To tell the truth, the old ghost was half dazed by Lan He's punch before, and he was dragged Fei Piao on the road again. Now he is not particularly sober, and Yan San looked at each other and smiled contemptuously: "Haha!"

Yan San was furious: "How dare you smirk!"

Old ghost: "??"

He looked at Lan He resentfully, but Lan He knocked him out, causing him to laugh out of control!

Lan He raised his fist and saw that the other party was cowardly, and said to Yan San: "Don't be too busy teaching him... I'll try."

He wasn't quite sure either, so he took off the five-colored rope that Liu Chunyang had given him, took out a piece of paper from his arms, rubbed it a few times, wrapped it around it, painted it black with a pen, and continued. After Yan San's soul-sucking rope.

So tinkering, and in an instant it seems to be in good condition again.

Yan San was surprised and delighted, and picked it up: "Can this be done?"

He looked at Lan He in amazement. This is not only a money printing machine, but also an arsenal!

He couldn't help but ask: "Do you want to change jobs? No, it should be said that you will be transferred to the capital. The name of the Dongyue Yin Division is called Yinsi. To put it bluntly, it is one of the ten palaces. How can the development be as good as the capital."

Unexpectedly, the third brother Yan and Lao Bai are only superficial brothers, and they are also poaching in private...

But Lan He didn't even want to do his own job, let alone change jobs.

Lan He smiled, "You're not being kind, are you?"

Yan San was not ashamed at all, "Public is public, private is private."

Is this how the phrase is used? Lan He ignored it and said, "I borrowed this piece of paper from the Yangjian police. It should be worth a while. It's the first time I've made this stuff. You can talk about it first."

Yan San was overjoyed, "Okay, okay, Xiaolai can save me today, otherwise the judge may not decide how to punish me."

Lan He hesitated: "Third brother still needs to be careful, otherwise, if you can be drunk once, you can be drunk twice."

But not every time meet such a kind person like him.

"Yes... remember, remember," Yan San smiled shyly, tied the escaped old ghost to the rope of his new continuation, and wiped his face, "Thank you very much, I will come back to you for a drink!"

"Go." Lan He also sighed in relief and watched him enter the city.

Yan San's figure disappeared into the ghost shadow, Lan He turned around, but felt that the corner of his clothes was caught.

He looked down... Well, there shouldn't be many lame paper donkeys in the underworld.

"Why are you here?" Lan He was quite surprised, and immediately raised his head to look around. Since the little lame donkey was there, then he—

Amidst the overlapping of countless ghosts, saw a tall black-clothed man standing in the city, walking in the opposite direction of the ghosts entering the city.

Is it really him?

Lan He didn't expect to be able to meet Song Futan again here. The first two times were still from the soul. Why was this unfortunate this time, he was brought to Youdu, and he won't really die this time.

Lan He led the little lame donkey into the city gate. When he got close, Song Futan stared at him and opened his mouth. The first sentence was: "I'm not dead."

Lan He: "..."

"Hahaha." Lan He laughed, "We have met for the third time, why do I always want to ask you, are you dead?"

Song Futan looked at him, a little helpless...

Speaking of which, nearly two months have passed since the last time they met, from spring to summer. Goodbye suddenly, he seemed to be alive at once - but the fact is, he is currently on the verge of death.

"Tell me, why did you come to Youdu this time? It's really only half a step away from death." Lan He asked.

Song Futan is not the first living person to come here. Some souls have been hooked wrongly, and they will also come here. Impermanence is not 100% correct.

Some of them are lucky enough to encounter a city god, a judge, etc., and they quickly clear up the misunderstanding, and they can go back in time and come back to life. If you are less lucky, if you can't go through the procedure in time, it will be miserable. You can only go to the city of death. After all, the soul has been separated from the body for too long, and there is no way to recover.

"Got it." Song Futan briefly explained a few words.

It was common for him to be surrounded by ghosts, but this time he encountered a particularly cunning evil spirit. Although he couldn't confuse him or move him, he managed to secretly tie him to the back of the ghost's eavesdropping rope. It was pulled to Huangquan.

Song Futan couldn't break free, but fortunately, the little lame donkey dragged him all the way and jumped in front of the ghost, so he was able to escape. It's just that the ghost messenger didn't know whether he was in a hurry to return to life or was lazy, and he didn't care if he left the souls who had no intention of coming back with him in the city.

Song Futan touched the rosary bead under his clothes, this rosary was just like a night pearl when it arrived in Youdu, and it always exuded a little vagueness, only to hear him say lightly: "I haven't waited for the city god or the judge. It is better to settle accounts in the underworld than to go to the city of death."

"You are a master of art and bold!" Lan He heard him, although his tone was calm, but he knew the danger.

Moreover, he has not only encountered such a thing once or twice, but has been constantly harassed. A little carelessness will endanger his life. He has been wandering wildly on the edge of life and death.

It's no wonder that everyone has come to Huangquan, and they can still be so calm...

"Breaking through is still risky, why don't you try it with me." Lan He pondered, he is impermanent anyway, maybe he can get through.

Song Futan didn't hesitate, and immediately agreed.

...

Lan He originally wanted to ask Yan San if there was any way, but Yan San went back to his life. Write to Lao Bai, he is busy again. Song Futan had been lingering here for a long time, and she wanted to break in when she didn't see it. She didn't have enough time, so Lan He decided to go directly.

He used the soul hook to wrap around Song Futan's body, and the little lame donkey followed and walked out of the city.

It is easy to enter the city and difficult to leave the city, and when Lan He changes the angle to the outside, he finds that the road he came from is completely different. Although it is still loess and mud, even the orientation is different. It should be to prevent ghosts from running away halfway.

At the door, two languid-looking Tsing Yi ghost officials stopped them. Most of the people who entered the city were out of the city, and most of them had errands. Song Futan was particularly conspicuous. They pointed at Song Futan and said, "Ghosts can't leave the city! "

Lan He said calmly: "I'm sorry, this is the soul I brought. I made a mistake and I was about to send him back."

The ghost officials looked at Lan He, it was a ghost, and one of them asked, "Can I go through the procedure and approve the next way?"

Sure enough, even if Lan He was a ghost, he had to go through the process, and it was very cumbersome. There was a statue of Yama hanging on the regular road, and three seals were placed under it, which were the impression of King Yama, the city god of Youdu and the county government.

Song Futan couldn't wait at all.

Lan He didn't panic, and lit up his letter, "I'm sorry, I'm the impermanence of Dongyue Yinsi, and I came here to look for impermanence Yansan for something, this ghost was brought by me by mistake, I was called to wait outside, Accidentally came in. If I want to report an error, I have to report back to Dongyue. You two, I saw you talking to third brother Yan earlier, and everyone knows it. Please be accommodating. "

Lan He stuffed some ingots in the past, but fortunately, he always prepared a little for his unfilial son.

One of the Tsing Yi ghost officials took the ingot, and when he saw the quality, he was overjoyed, "It turned out to be from the Yin Division of Dongyue. It seems that you have had a good harvest recently. We usually work very hard..."

Lan He was generous, but he suddenly became greedy and felt that this ingot was not enough.

Saying this, he didn't move, still blocking the door, looking at Lan He with hints.

Lan He was speechless for a while, "Actually, it's not that good. Since this is the case, let him wait in the city."

He silently stretched out his hand to snatch the ingot in the hands of the greedy ghost official.

Ghost Officer: "..."

Lan He: "..."

It's better to let it go... If you don't do things, you still take money, Lan He intensifies his efforts and continues to dig...

The greedy ghost official shouted: "Dad wait!"

Lan He: "???"

The greedy ghost official laughed twice, taking advantage of Lan He's stunned moment, and quickly took the ingot into his arms.

Lan He: "..."

The greedy ghost official smiled and said: "Everyone belongs to the underworld, why are you so nervous. No, you have brought the wrong soul, as long as you write down a certificate and keep it, so as not to have trouble in the future, if you don't know where to find you, that's fine. ."

"That's easy to say." Lan He's spirits were lifted, and there was no problem in writing the proof. Song Futan was originally a living soul.

But at this time, another Tsing Yi ghost official who had been silent all along said: "Wait, he is wearing a Buddha bead, how can he be the soul of your Dongyue Yinsi?"

The rosary was still shimmering when it reached the ground.

Lan He was at a loss for words for a while, but it was true. Although everyone is a group now, the rules of the rivers and lakes are that ghosts with clear beliefs are admitted by default.

How can this be explained...

"This is not a Buddhist bead, it's my literary play string." Song Futan spoke suddenly at this time, he raised his chin slightly, and his tone was unquestionable.

"..." Lan He slowly turned to look at him, wanting to laugh a little.

The Tsing Yi ghost official said in astonishment: "What, it is still radiating Buddha's light, it must be held by an eminent monk who is profound in Buddhism, and it will be contaminated into a magic weapon!"

"Then I don't know, I bought it." Song Futan put his hands behind his back, just looking at his indifferent eyebrows and calm tone, it was hard to refute, "This is Buddha's light? I thought it was the former owner's dish. The pulp comes out glossy."

Tsing Yi Ghost Official: "..."

Lan He couldn't help laughing, and buried his head, said, "That's right, he's just a fan of skewers, and it has nothing to do with his beliefs. Brother, the money has been collected, and I'll prove it to you. Can you let me go back to my life?"

The greedy ghost official scratched his head and felt unable to refute, "This... let's go, let's go."

Another ghost official gave them a stern look and said: "With such a small amount of money, is it worth the face of Dongyue Yinsi? Just want to set foot on Huangquan Road in my underworld? Know what is Huangquan Road, Guimenguan, ten people Nine hard to come back."

The more Lan He thought about it, the more he felt that he was different from the other, not for money.

And don't know when, there were a lot of ghosts watching the fun, and they whispered, mixed with keywords such as Yin Si and Underworld.

I want to come, although the two companies have already been merged and merged, and there are ghosts and friendships below, but there is also friction, and ghosts are different.

Lan He wanted to understand, and immediately said: "I can't represent Dongyue Yinsi, but why can't Huangquan Road just go on?"

Although he has not been in the job for a long time, he has no sense of belonging, but Lao Bai is not filial. Besides, doesn't he have a temper?

Therefore, Lan He continued: "I don't have anything else, the money is enough. Since I am short of money, I can donate money to help build Huangquan Road - your road is full of mud and water, it's too bad. If you want to be rich, build the road first. Have you heard of it?"

Tsing Yi Ghost Official: "???"

All the onlookers laughed out loud, the Huangquan Road is not a hundred or two hundred years old, and it was intentional not to repair it. Dongyue Impermanence said this crookedly, the mouth is enough to hurt!

It wasn't over yet, Lan He gave a wicked smile: "In this way, I will always be qualified to go on the road. But according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, should this Huangquan Road also be renamed Lai Laoye Road as a token of gratitude?"

Tsing Yi Ghost Official: "..."

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