It seemed to be afraid of the powerful aura that suddenly burst out from Zhang Jian's body. The ghost wolf in the underworld, which was flashing with white light under the moonlight, felt the oppression of the top predator from the level of life. So it squinted its black and yellow beast eyes and weighed the power comparison between the two sides at this time. Finally, it could only helplessly drag its forelimbs and slowly retreated step by step. After pulling a certain distance, it specially raised its strong and powerful hind limbs, and set off a violent flying sand and stone on the ground to confuse Zhang Jian's sight. Then it jumped directly to a sharp corner building more than ten meters high in the middle section of Chengnan Avenue.

The leader of the wolf king stamped the shaking building under his feet and let out a long and deep roar at the nearby wolves. After a while, the ghost wolf pack in the underworld, which was beaten by Zhang Jian, silently followed behind the king of his population. Soothingly, a blue ghost fire on his feet turned into a group of flying fireflies like the wind, and quickly disappeared into the ghostly steel forest.

Zhang Jian looked at the direction of the ghost wolf in the underworld and did not specifically chase after him. Outside the steel jungle in the city, there was an endless wasteland in the underworld. No living person dared to walk swagger in the cold underworld. Once he was targeted by the ancient and powerful monsters in the underworld, even the Daluo gods could only hate the battlefield.

The wind is as cold as willow catkins, and the drizzle is as drizzle as salt sand. This vast and sad ghost tide has rolled up countless surging waves on the barren land of the wasteland. There are more than tens of millions of people walking forward in the depths of the ghost tide in the underworld. The dark blue torches are twisted into a mess like the secret lanterns placed casually on the streets on the Jialan Festival.

Zhang Jian knew that the people here would not walk with him. The shadows on the wasteland that were wading through the tide were like the black carp that wanted to jump at the dragon gate in front of Yumen, the narrowest part of the Yellow River, would only squeeze their bodies tightly, and rushed to an unknown dangerous place with the mighty tide of the underworld.

There are rocks and monsters. If someone goes back and walks, he can only bow down and sigh that the waterway is difficult to walk. Therefore, the tide is dark, and the rustling sound falls into the empty stream. The water flows and the ghost energy is floating, and if the mist is always touching people, you can see the deep and scattered souls. You can go straight to the hanging dark moon through this steep hanging wall, and there are several prosperous old clothes like ghost mirages on the sky street.

The shadows on the Styx River are like tides and seem noisy. Zhang Jian also knows that everything on the wasteland is just an illusory projection of the material world by the underworld. The prosperity is like smoke and there are several times of sad autumn. All the students are wasted their dreams. If they are really curious, they will involuntarily follow the crowd to the eternal end. The mortals will abandon the body of the world in the world and throw themselves into the embrace of the ghost moon in the underworld, and cast it into a floating lamp of the underworld that will never know autumn and winter. They float between heaven and earth, but trapped in the underworld, and spend these endless years in a daze until they wander to the end of the world, and eventually turn into a wisp of reincarnation.

The spring rain is like silk, embroidering the red branches of flowers. How can we forbid him Meng Po’s soap? Accumulating thousands of years of tears in exchange for a ticket to eternal life, the faint nostalgia in Meng Po’s hand will bring these hearts to the hearts. Outside the gate, beside the horns, and on the stilts, the wind and spirit are surging endlessly, and the dark moon hangs high in the sky. Meng Gate leaps like fireflies, but fewer than those spring and autumn.

Zhang Jian listened to the rustling sound of rain from deep in the underworld and the faint song of sadness that was affecting me. The restless hesitation in his mind dissipated between heaven and earth with the rushing sound of the underworld tide. As the saying goes, the Styx River forgets worries, the ghost river forgets worries, and the Huangquan suona smiles. The famous Styx River potion in China in later generations is a specialty of S City. During the configuration process, it is necessary to induce the forgetting power of forgetting worries in the Styx River to purify the soul and forget the effect of forgetting worries. It is aimed at those who have premature mental deficiency (innate intellectual development such as metabolic abnormal diseases caused by genetic factors or intellectual hysteresis caused by brain diseases after birth, etc.) and demon practitioners who have severe sins have caused extremely powerful inner demon calamities.

Today is the 21st day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, which is the ninth day of the sixth lunar month. In about a month, it will be the traditional ghost festival of the folk. I hope that the ghosts buried here for thousands of years can get a ticket to return to the world in front of the Wangxiangtai in the underworld, and use thousands of years of misery to exchange for a drunken dream in the world. It also counts the infatuation of many miserable children in the world. Zhang Jian sighed that the traditional words of the Zhongyuan Festival were just around the corner but suddenly didn't want to say anything. After thinking for a long time, he discovered the knot in his heart: "Well, I am no longer the Lord of Heaven, so why should I worry about this leisure? Besides, the people in the underworld cannot make a conclusion in the future if they are enemies or friends."

A blood-colored full moon fell on the square. The blood-red moonlight illuminated the rows of wooden gallows standing on the square. A few rays of breeze floated quietly around it. This is the landmark building of the chemical factory promised by Wanhua Heavy Industry when building the first phase of the project. It is a 750-square-meter engineering square built in the central area of ​​the planned location of the industrial park, which is located on the open space opposite the No. 1 factory area. It can accommodate more than 1,000 people to visit here at the same time.

A four-meter-high drilling worker statue made of stainless steel is placed in the center of the square. The workers on the statue are wearing thick military coats and a thin worker hat. The strong face contour shows the workers' hard-working spirit. The employees who resigned in the early years of the chemical factory all said that this real iron man made of the iron man stone statue in front of the Daqing Iron Man Wang Jinxi Museum is a so-called spiritual civilization project discussed by the second director of the chemical factory and the city leaders. Once the group specially sent a brochure introducing the iron man's deeds to let the employees below learn advanced experiences, and wrote a few connotation and cultured reading notes for the city to promote. As for the results of the publicity, no one paid attention to it.

The scenes in the past dissipated like blue smoke. Unfortunately, the tidy marble floor of the engineering square is now like the transportation passage used by the large gas tanker truck outside the factory. The black ruts and tiny and narrow cracks of the stone slabs are everywhere. Even the paint protective layer on the bronze statue of the Iron Man, which was originally shiny, fell off, and looked as dim as an old house in disrepair.

"Let's go, go quickly. Haven't you even had a meal even if you walk so slowly?" The industrial metal sliding door of the No. 3 factory area slowly pulled up, and a group of haggard and weak "prisoners" wore heavy shackles and moved their toes behind a leading faceless evil ghost slowly. Along a factory path leading to the engineering square, the team of "prisoners" more than ten meters long included middle-aged men in suits and ties, and young children with panic expressions. Although people of all colors were different, the only thing that was the same was that their spirits were depressed and their eye sockets were deeply sunk. Everyone's hair trough was as messy as weeds, and even the exposed skin was covered with fine blood-red whip marks, like smelly meat crawling with flies, exuding a disgusting and ferocious feeling.

Obviously, they had endured countless inhuman abuse before this, and almost everyone's energy was exhausted.

(End of this chapter)
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