The chilly wind was miserable and gloomy, the sky was filled with ghostly shadows drifting erratically, the sound of wailing was like a low complaint. In the middle of the night, when the lanterns were first lit, tens of thousands of houses were lit up, the windows were lit up one after another, each window had a story, each family had their own past, some lacked money, some lacked a house, some lacked a car, some lacked morals.
At this moment, Du Kang was leaning against the wall of the No. 2 old dormitory, his head resting on his hands, looking into the distance. His heart was in turmoil. He inexplicably thought of that woman, the woman he loved, hated, wanted to remember for a lifetime, and wanted to completely forget, but couldn't and didn't want to forget — Wang Wenwen.
"How are you doing now?
Is the Wang Wenwen that woman mentioned you? "
Since the female ghost mentioned the name Wang Wenwen, Du Kang's emotions, which he had suppressed with great difficulty, were stirred up again, and he always inadvertently worried about the woman he should hate.
"Xiao Pang, what are you thinking about?"
Weiwei squatted on one side, holding a random branch in her hand and sketching something in a mess. Du Kang didn't understand it, so he stopped looking. Feeling that Du Kang didn't move for a long time, Weiwei turned to ask him.
Du Kang touched the tip of his nose with his fingers. He stretched his arms, squatted beside Weiwei, and said, "Nothing, I just thought of some things in the past, people in the past."
"Are you thinking about Wang Wenwen?" Weiwei asked casually.
Du Kang nodded and said in a lonely tone, "Yes, although we broke up, we loved each other after all."
Hearing Du Kang's words, the branch in Weiwei's hand paused, and then she began to sketch again. She smiled and persuaded Du Kang, "Xiao Pang, get over it. You are a typical case of love but not destined to be together. For so many years, I have seen too many vows of undying love, but in the face of material things, they are as fragile as bubbles under the hot sun."
"Hehe."
Du Kang didn't say anything, and he really didn't want to say anything. He picked up a small stone from his feet and sketched on the ground randomly, aimlessly and disorderly, just like his mood at this time.
On the side, Ran Jing lowered her head and looked at the pattern Wei Wei had drawn. She was very engrossed in it, and no one knew whether it was because she didn't notice or because she didn't want to, but the usually chatty girl chose to remain silent.
"Oh no!"
When Ran Jing's finger touched the pattern that Weiwei sketched, she suddenly screamed, stood up, and turned to look at the front door of the second old dormitory building.
His brows knit together slightly while his eyes narrowed slightly, and he seriously sensed the circulation of the vital energy in the surroundings before he suddenly stood up as well. The City God Divine Seal unconsciously charged out from the top of his head and hung in midair, and it emanated strands of divine radiance that protected him and Du Kang within it.
"Damn good-for-nothing!"
Ran Jing was anxious and angry. She fiercely stamped her feet, raised her hand to hold Little Turning Sky in her palm, and held the Qingping Sword in her right hand. She strode forward and went straight to the front door of the second old dormitory building. Weiwei pulled Du Kang and followed closely behind.
"Sister Chu, what happened … Damn it!"
Before Du Kang could finish his question, he had already seen the most terrifying scene he had ever seen since he was born.
The original door of the second old dormitory building was no longer there, and an arch formed by a circle of white bones and skeletons stood in front of him. The cement steps were covered with black maggots and rotten flesh. From time to time, they fell from the upper steps and scattered, revealing a bloody eyeball or half a finger.
"Damn it, I want to throw up!"
Du Kang only felt that his heart was turning over, and his stomach was twitching. He hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand and took two deep breaths to finally suppress the vomiting.
"When the Rakshasa Gate opens, all souls mourn together. Mountains of corpses and seas of bones, we will return on blood!"
Weiwei softly read the sixteen words that she had seen in the Qianqing County Annals. With a stern expression, she turned to grab Du Kang's shoulder and said very seriously, "Xiao Pang, listen to me. You leave now and find Zhao Liwei. Ask him to immediately evacuate everyone within a hundred miles, immediately, or …" Weiwei suddenly paused and turned to look at the gate of white bones and skeletons, which seemed to only exist in the abyss of hell, and said in a deep voice, "Or everything will be over."
After hearing Weiwei's words, Du Kang couldn't help but be stunned and said in a daze, "Chu … Sister Chu, don't say that. If you say that … I … I'm scared."
"Don't be afraid. The worst is death. It's not that there are no acquaintances down there. Go quickly, or it will be too late." Weiwei pushed Du Kang and urged him to leave quickly to deliver the letter.
"Hahaha, it's too late."
A cold female voice came from all directions, and a gust of cold wind blew past. Du Kang was stunned to find that he didn't know how he ended up in another place. Fortunately, when he looked back, Weiwei and Ran Jing were also there.
Du Kang looked at the scene around him and felt a chill run down his spine. What was hell on earth? Which was the Asura Prison? This was the one in front of him.
White bones were piled up like a mountain, broken limbs were lying everywhere, and all kinds of strange insects crawled in and out of the mouth and eyes of the skeletons. The rustling sound made people's scalp go numb, and a chill rushed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.
The surroundings were blood red, and it was hard to tell whether the walls were made of flesh or mud. Twisted human bodies were constantly struggling, trying to get out, but it was all in vain. Arms were stretched out with all their might, and faces were howling. Everything was blood red, as if they were human flesh without skin.
Everything was in front of him, but there was no sound at all. It was silent, as if everything was dead.
"Damn it, what the hell is this place!" Du Kang's right hand trembled as he wiped the cold sweat off his face and asked Weiwei in a low voice.
"This is the second old dormitory building." Weiwei said in a low voice.
"What!"
Du Kang almost shouted out loud. He rubbed his eyes hard and couldn't believe it, "This is impossible?
This is the second old dormitory building?! "
"Look at that." Weiwei said and pointed forward.
Du Kang looked in the direction of Wei Weiwei's finger and saw that in the forest of white bones, there was a half-human statue that emitted a dim light.
"Confucius stone statue!
This is really the second old dormitory building. How is this possible, just now it was … "Du Kang's heart was shocked. This was just a dilapidated abandoned building. How could it become like this in less than a few minutes?
Du Kang was not a fool. Seeing that there was only half of the Confucius stone statue left, and the upper body had disappeared, he could guess that it was Ni Wenxi and Ye Zilong. They didn't know what happened and accidentally destroyed the Confucius stone statue, broke the restriction here, and released the Red Robe Ghost King. Even the Luocha Gate might have been opened.
"Clap clap clap …" The sound of soft clapping sounded, and a red dress slowly walked down the stairs. Her white feet stepped on the head of the equally white skeleton, step by step.
"Red Robe Ghost King!"
Looking at that beautiful, almost devilish face, Du Kang's heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat.
"Break!"
At the same time, a thunderous shout was heard, and a figure like a mountain rushed out from a wall of flesh and blood on the side. His whole body was bathed in blood, and his hair was dyed dark red, sticking to his scalp.
"What the hell!" Weiwei snorted coldly. She raised the dragon tongue orchid and turned it into a green light.
"Bang!"
The man raised his hand and threw out a soft whip, hitting the dragon tongue orchid. After two collisions, the green light flew back, and the soft whip flew out of the man's hand. With a muffled groan, the man took three steps back, pressed his right palm on his chest, opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of blood in front of him, and shouted with a very hoarse voice, "Chu!
Sister Chu, it's me, Ni Wenxi! "
"Loach!?"
Weiwei, who was holding the dragon tongue orchid, was also stunned for a moment. Then she saw Ye Zilong and Zhang Lu stagger out of the bloody hole, and confirmed that the man was indeed Ni Wenxi.
Ni Wenxi was covered in blood, his face was full of minced meat, and he was holding a soft whip in his hand. It was very difficult to recognize him. Ye Zilong was not much better. His upper body was naked, and his upper body was full of muscles. He was holding two white leg bones that were more than a foot long, and his eyes were fierce.
The most surprising was Zhang Lu. This great beauty was wearing a windbreaker, and her fair skin was mottled with blood. Both of her hands were covered with a pair of dark red gauntlets, and the stilettos on her feet had become two cool metal boots. They were long enough to reach her knees, and they shone with a cold luster.
"This Zhang Lu should be the backbone of the sixth group of national security. Look at her equipment, it's all black technology. It's absolutely terrifying."
Weiwei lowered her voice and explained to Ran Jing and Du Kang, "And that Ni Wenxi, I used all my strength just now, but this guy could actually take it head-on. I'm afraid he's also in the Innate Realm. Not simple, not simple at all."
"I didn't expect you guys to still be alive. It really surprises me."
The Red Robe Ghost King raised her hand to cover her mouth and chuckled. For a moment, it was like a hundred flowers blooming, beautiful beyond compare.
She was very beautiful, and her voice was very sweet, but her words were very cold. She raised her beautiful eyes, and her slender eyelashes trembled. Two cold lights shot out, and her expression suddenly turned cold. She slowly said, "This day next year will be your anniversary!"
"Stop!"
Du Kang suddenly raised his hand and interrupted the Red Robe Ghost King's words. He gently pushed Weiwei away, lowered his head, and walked forward step by step. Every step was so steady and powerful. When he stepped on the ground full of white bones, there was a cracking sound of bones breaking. After 23 steps, he stopped.
Du Kang slowly raised his head and looked at the Red Robe Ghost King, who had a cold smile on the corner of his mouth. He grinned and fawned, "Little sister, didn't you say it was 36 days?
Even if you're a ghost, you have to have a ghost character. You have to keep your word. We'll go back and find people for you. Just let us go, otherwise, who will help you find people?
Don't you think so? "
"Uh …"
Everyone was stunned. Even the corner of the Red Robe Ghost King's eyes twitched. It was unknown whether he was amused by Du Kang or angry. Anyway, he was amused. He nodded and said with a smile, "Good, good, good. Thirty-six days. That's right. I said it. Since you mentioned it, I'll let you go.
Before the Red Robe Ghost King finished speaking, Du Kang had already jumped up, grabbed the Buddha's hand with both hands, and slapped it down with all his strength like Mount Tai. He shouted the honorific name of Guanyin Bodhisattva. For a moment, the Buddha's light around his body filled the sky, and it was as bright as a golden body.
"Get lost!"
The Red Robe Ghost King's face stiffened. He raised his hand and slapped Du Kang's cheek. After a perfect 360-degree rotation without a dead angle, Du Kang flew out with a miserable howl. The Buddha's light around his body exploded, and the Buddha's hand was also slapped out.
At the same time when Du Kang made his move, two vast and majestic auras smashed down. One was as ethereal as the Spirit Eagle Immortal Peak, and the other was as magnificent as the King of the Mountain. They pressed down together and smashed on the Red Robe Ghost King's shoulders. It was Weiwei's City God Divine Seal and Ran Jing's Little Heaven Flipping Sword.
"You!"
The Red Robe Ghost King didn't have time to react. He held up two big seals with both hands, and a trace of ghost blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. His phoenix eyes were wide open, and his pretty face was cold. He looked at the two girls, Weiwei and Ran Jing, who were holding the Dragon Tongue Orchid and the Qingping Sword, and shouted word by word.
"Despicable!"
"I'm for the common people, despicable is also magnificent!"
Ni Wenxi suddenly appeared behind the Red Robe Ghost King. He swung the soft whip in his hand and firmly wrapped it around the Ghost King's white and delicate neck. He pulled it back fiercely and said in a cold voice. His eyes were full of murderous intent.
"Haha, haha, good, good, you're for the common people, the same dignified, the same duplicity, you're all the same, all the same!"
The Red Robe Ghost King grabbed the two big seals with both hands and threw them at Ran Jing and Weiwei who were a foot away. The domineering force knocked the two girls back three steps.
The Red Robe Ghost King's head turned 180 degrees directly. His face twisted to the back, and blood flowed out of his seven apertures. A mouthful of thick black blood gushed out of his mouth and sprayed on the ground, making a clear sound.
"Hehehe, you're all the same, all the same!" The Red Robe Ghost King flipped his hands and grabbed the soft whip behind his back, pulling it into his arms.
"The Mighty Alliance Heavenly Dao, Punishes Evil and Beheads Demons, Imperial Order!"
Ni Wenxi couldn't compete with the Red Robe Ghost King at all. He grabbed the soft whip with one hand and was pulled closer and closer. His feet left two footprints on the ground.
Seeing that he couldn't resist, Ni Wenxi decisively let go and threw away the weapon. He made a hand sign and bit the middle finger of his left hand. A drop of blood flew out and caught it in his palm. It turned into a blood green lotus and slammed it on the Ghost Acupoint between the eyebrows of the Red Robe Ghost King.
"Five Yin Thunder!"
Ran Jing saw it clearly and couldn't help but exclaim softly. As an orthodox Daoist, Ran Jing was very clear about the horror of the Five Yin Thunder. Not to mention the Yin Spirit Ghost Body, even if you had cultivated the Ghost Corpse Immortal Body, it could still explode your Yin Spirit with one slap, causing your soul to scatter and your body to perish. It was indeed a ruthless and overbearing technique. Moreover, it went against the harmony of heaven and would damage the Yin Virtue. Therefore, very few people cultivated the Five Yin Thunder.
Today, seeing Ni Wenxi suddenly use it, it was inevitable that she was a little surprised. She was even more vigilant against this seemingly harmless fat man.
"Bang!" A palm came across the sky and blocked in front of the Red Robe Ghost King, blocking Ni Wenxi's Five Yin Thunder.
The Five Yin Thunder was different from the Five Yang Thunder. There was only the sound of thunder but no thunder. The two palms collided and there was a rumbling explosion. Even the whole space trembled faintly. It could be said that it was a great power.
Ni Wenxi's palm landed, but it felt as if he had hit a mountain. His palm was in so much pain that it felt like it was going to split apart. There was also an irresistible force that sent his tall and fat body flying backward. In midair, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood three feet long. He fell heavily on the ground and struggled to get up. He could only use his elbow to support half of his body and barely straighten his upper body.