Chapter 4108 Manzhu Shahua

My master was definitely the sixth-ranking official. The thing he threw out was probably a toll, and its value must have been quite high, otherwise the underworld official wouldn't have stepped on it.

Taking advantage of the moment when the underworld official was distracted, our group quickly squeezed into the procession of the dead and followed the main force slowly toward the Gates of Hell.

This life has been incredibly worthwhile. I've been to several other dimensions, and this time I even made it to the Gates of Hell, getting a taste of what it's like to enter the gates of hell ahead of time.

I remember that after I was struck by lightning, I seemed to have come here again, but my master saved me.

So this is my second time here.

Master walked at the very front of us, acting very realistically, holding the road sign in both hands, and walking forward expressionlessly.

The people in our old sixth troupe are all such great actors; each one of them is incredibly realistic.

Only Li Chao doesn't need to pretend; he's not a normal person to begin with.

Ghostly soldiers guarded both sides of the road, their whips cracking loudly. Any soul that couldn't keep up was lashed out with a whip, nearly causing it to vanish into thin air.

It was hard to imagine what the consequences would be if we were whipped by these ghostly soldiers. We all behaved ourselves and tried to squeeze into the middle of the crowd so that even if they hit us, the whip wouldn't reach us.

Following the main group, we soon arrived at the foot of the Gates of Hell.

Upon reaching this point, I suddenly became a little nervous, because there were several underworld officials guarding the entrance to this gate of hell.

These underworld officials mainly check the travel permits held by the deceased souls; without a travel permit, it is impossible to enter the gates of hell.

As for where they would go, I immediately thought of that place we passed by before, a place like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. They were probably dumped in that hellish place.

Those underworld officials were very strict when checking travel permits, examining each and every one of the deceased's souls.

We cannot look these spirits in the eye, because the souls of the dead are in a detached state at this time, without their own thoughts, looking like walking corpses. Therefore, we must also pretend to be a complete idiot.

Fortunately, the guides our master gave us were very useful. They only glanced at the guides in our hands and let us go directly through.

If the ghost messengers discover that you don't have a travel permit, you'll be dragged out immediately, beaten with sticks until you're covered in blood, and then carried away...

Seeing this scene, I was really on edge.

I wonder how those souls without way signs got here. Could they be like us?

Old Li, it's all thanks to you, otherwise we wouldn't have made it to the gates of hell.

As expected, our group followed us into the gates of hell, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn it, those ghost soldiers and demons are really scary-looking. They look alright from a distance, but up close they're not as scary as they seem.

I really don't know what the consequences would be if I fought with them.

After entering the Gates of Hell, there is a long road to the underworld, gray and endless. The ground is cold, and there is still no sun, moon, or stars overhead. There is no way back. Countless red flowers grow on both sides of the road, covering the road like blood. They are flowers without leaves, and they illuminate the road ahead like fire.

These red flowers are the only color on this road to the underworld; they must be the legendary spider lilies, also known as Manjusaka.

For some reason, when I saw these spider lilies, the image of the eight-tailed fox's stunning face suddenly popped into my mind.

My dear wife, I've come all the way to the underworld. Where are you now? I miss you so much.

If I can't get out of this Yellow Springs Road, I guess I'll never see you again in this lifetime.

Just as I was feeling sad, I suddenly heard a "gurgling" sound behind me. This sound must be the sound of Little Fatty being hungry.

I didn't dare turn around, but I saw a ghost messenger not far away who seemed to have sensed something and looked in our direction.

Just as the underworld messenger was about to approach us, the master at the front waved his hand and threw out some more money for the journey.

The toll money was made of yellow paper, cut into the shape of copper coins, in a stack.

Before long, the toll money landed beside the underworld official, who immediately stopped and bent down to pick up the money, allowing us to pass safely.

That fatso is a real troublemaker; we almost got discovered by the underworld officials.

Fortunately, Old Li was prepared.

When that underworld official walked towards us, I was already prepared to wreak havoc in the underworld.

Fortunately it was only a false alarm.

We followed the main group on the road to the underworld, which seemed to have no end.

Looking at the red spider lilies in front of me, scenes from the past kept flashing through my mind: my mother and father holding me when I was a child, Grandma Liu, then Ma Laosan's wife, then my master and Uncle Huzi... It felt like a revolving lantern.

At the same time, I also smelled a strange fragrance, which must be the scent of the red spider lily.

At that moment, I suddenly remembered that my master had told me when I was a child that the red spider lily could awaken memories from a previous life.

Damn it, but I'm not dead! Why am I still going through this revolving lantern?

I don't know how long I walked this road to the underworld; my legs were almost numb.

Even the longest road has an end. As they walked, a foul stench wafted from ahead, accompanied by cries and wails.

There seems to be a river ahead, and I can hear the sound of the water churning.

When they were still some distance from the river, the master who was walking at the front suddenly waved his hand, and countless pieces of paper money flew up and then fell down from above.

The underworld officials maintaining order immediately knelt down and picked up the paper money as soon as they saw it.

"Follow me, everyone." My master said in a very low voice, and then he was the first to rush out of the walking group and run towards the cluster of red spider lilies not far away.

While the underworld officials were busy picking up money and hadn't noticed us, our group rushed towards the cluster of spider lilies on the left at top speed.

When we reached the patch of red spider lilies, Old Li lowered his voice and said, "Lie down, everyone lie down!"

We did as instructed and all lay down among the spider lilies.

Old Li was still at the front of us, lying on the ground and moving deeper into the red spider lily bushes.

These spider lilies were over a meter tall, and our group crawled among them without being noticed.

With such a long queue, it must have at least tens of thousands of people. Even if there were a few fewer people, it wouldn't be noticeable.

After crawling forward for several hundred meters, Old Li finally stopped, squatted down in the flower bushes, and waved to us.

(Goodnight, everyone, remember to send a message.)