Chapter 184 [Thirteen Stations of Underworld]: Preview of the large venue of Underworld, reaching the finals!

"Huh... ha... I'm going to... die?"

King Ren's voice trembled and tears burst from his eyes.

"The great ghost of impermanence comes unexpectedly. The wandering god has unknown sins and blessings."

"Either birth or death, all actions are impermanent. Once the River of Forgetfulness is crossed, all return to their eternal homeland."

A cold and sacred chant echoed between heaven and earth.

Wang Ren felt a chill on his neck, and the familiar feeling of suffocation came again.

When he came back to his senses, his neck was tightly wrapped in a shiny black chain. When he traced it back to the source, he found it in the hands of the cold-faced black-robed figure.

"cough!"

King Ren received a kick and took a few steps back.

He, who came from a privileged background, had never experienced such grievances, and he only felt sad and desolate.

But after all, he is a "kind-hearted" person, and seeing the other person scared like this makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

Ji Nian smiled and stopped scaring Wang Ren. He patted his horse and went straight to the Grand View Garden.

When his condition was a little better, he tremblingly took out the remote control from his pocket and pressed the "surrender" button.

The sound intertwined with the sound of the suona and gradually drifted away.

It was very rare for Ji Nian to see this, and he actually felt a trace of guilt.

The word "Fengdu" is written in flowing lines on the blood-rust horizontal plaque.

As soon as we entered the mountain, there were flocks of roosters rushing toward us, their beaks as sharp as swords. The scene was even more miserable than at the previous stop.

"Don't buy one with mud walls and low eaves. Too many flower trays will entangle the high platform."

"For example, [Thirteen Stations of the Underworld]..."

"I... Xiaomin..."

Ji Nian thought to himself and patted the paper horse as if unintentionally. It then raised its tail made of paper strips and slapped King Ren.

But the fear that penetrated into my soul did not disappear, but was deeply rooted in my heart.

red and white.

"Mythical cards really have a lot to offer."

"Finally...it's over..."

The uneasiness accumulated to the extreme, and was ignited the moment the herald called his name: "King Ren, it's your turn."

As soon as my legs became weak, I was about to fall into the bloody Yellow River water crawling with insects and snakes.

As for the figure sitting on the main seat...

When I looked up, I saw a group of vicious dogs with red eyes, drooling mouths, scars all over their bodies, and hair like steel needles, swooping in and biting at the souls who had done evil in life.

Looking around, I saw strange shadows floating in the empty hall.

"When the weather is cold, you still need to add more firewood and close the doors and windows to protect yourself from the cold."

Seeing this situation, King Ren couldn't help but tremble with fear.

"If we have no chance to see each other again in the future, don't worry about saying it a few times."

The sky is getting dark, and the world is dark blue, like the deep sea.

Sad singing and heavy drumming are intertwined.

There is absolutely no targeting, the main thing is fairness.

But as soon as he saw the white shadow flashing, the kind-faced ghost in white robes came in an instant and grabbed his hand:

“There are no inns on Huangquan Road, so you can see your feet clearly and get on the road.”

King Ren felt a gust of fishy wind blowing against his face, and his head and body began to feel heavy.

"If these sites were really built and a few 'actors' were cast in their true colors, the scene... wouldn't look very good at all."

King Ren slipped and fell down by the river.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ren nodded repeatedly and followed the two figures, black and white, before being dragged forward.

It is also like a gorgeous tomb, where all the good and evil, love, hate, and hatred in the world are buried.

When he opened his eyes again, he had forgotten everything that had just happened.

If the cards were really created, would it still be a big deal?

At this time, a roar sounded, like thunder on the ground, which frightened King Ren to the point of splitting his liver and gallbladder and trembling in his soul.

"What? Do you think my wine is not good? Or is the food not to your liking?"

Picture after picture appeared in his mind, and his eyes flashed slightly.

Finally came the final "judgment".

Ji Nian has already decided that whoever is assigned to his group in the semi-finals will be the "guinea pig".

At the same time, the funeral procession set off again.

King Ren held the chain and climbed up with heavy steps. Through the vast mist, he saw his relatives who were still alive and the hundreds of thousands of green mountains in his hometown.

"As for domain cards, [Red and White Collision] has gradually been perfected, while [Playing God] has only just begun, and a new line must be opened."

He swallowed and looked at the hand on his left shoulder.

The gold and silver phantoms each hold shackles, arms wrapped around each other, and evil energy surging around them;

Boundless fear surged in his heart, and the man who had never cried shed tears for the third time in one day.

So, King Ren's legs went weak and he fell into the river. He couldn't catch his breath for a long time.

He always had an intuition that as long as he dared to look up, his eyes would be pierced directly.

But under the care of Wu Chang, we safely crossed [Egouling] and climbed to [Jinji Mountain].

The palace door suddenly fell, making him tremble in fright.

Wang Ren stood up slowly, the river water flowing down his trouser legs. Looking from a distance, there was no trace of the funeral procession.

When this last line was sung, the singing and drumming disappeared together.

"Don't argue with others when you are alone. You will be in a dream if you are short of food and clothing."

The black and white impermanences are arranged on both sides, with long flags and soul-catching locks that move automatically without wind;

"There is no way, this experiment must be done. The vast field of the underworld is of great importance. I must take every step and rehearse it several times in advance."

"If it happens again, I will definitely..."

Ren Dynasty looked from both sides and saw a large area of ​​towering ancient trees growing outside the city.

"A dream that has only traveled seven or eight stops can frighten King Ren into this kind of virtue."

Soon we came to an earthen platform with three characters "Wangxiangtai" engraved on it.

The tall and strange-looking Yin God holds the scroll, wields a sword with one hand, has a leopard head with ringed eyes, and an iron face with curled temples;

The elegant figure is wearing a dark red robe, with an ashen complexion. He is holding a book in one hand and a pen in the other, as if he is judging all living beings.

"The dragon and the phoenix accompany each other, opening the mouth for the fish, facing each other day by day, and they will be rich and noble for thousands of years."

Looking up, I saw a majestic and solemn city standing under the dark blue "sky".

But among the peers he had met, only a few, including the other party, could withstand this blow.

"These Kalings under my command are too bad. Such a young man can scare people like this."

King Ren stood in this environment for who knows how long.

There is only the mist that has not yet dissipated and the tombs covered with weeds.

"I voted."

He spoke feebly, as if he was going to die in the next second.

From then on, we parted ways and only looked forward to seeing each other in the next life.

Before he could finish his explanation, a burly figure with white hair reaching his waist came over and grabbed him.

Soon there were stumps of limbs all over the place and a lot of wailing.

Suddenly the wind blew, blowing the white mantle all over the field, and took away the paper money.

The cold wind rustled by, the sea of ​​trees swelled, and the shadows of crows floated, like monsters with teeth and claws, ready to swoop in at any time to enjoy its favorite neck meat.

After hearing this, King Ren felt a push from behind. He had entered the city one second, and entered a large hall the next moment.

"well."

No more bells, drums, music, or crowds of people could be heard, only the plaintive cries of women could be heard.
To be continued...