The surface of the wasteland on both sides of the s220 Highway kept rising with damp fog. Wu Zun and his team stood in the middle of the road, like reefs by the sea, constantly resisting the invasion of the tide. The restlessness, dampness and coldness and the long and unbearable night were gathered like the eternal lamp oil in the underground palace, along the outlined bronze and iron patterns, towards the Buddha's light shining place where the master was.

The cold moon hangs high, and the hazy gauze fog separates the blue night sky. Around it is a wasteland ruled by darkness. The wet and cold yin energy of the underworld continues to rise from the ground like a rainforest cave where a group of pythons came out. If Master Yongjie had not struggled to support the dim golden Buddha light and mobilize the power of compassion and purification in Buddhism, they would have long been swallowed up by the endless tide of yin energy.

"Sohoku..." The deformed creature crawling in the dim fog was like a vicious and patient wolf shark lurking under the sea, swimming in the layers of ghostly fog along with the volatility of the sea. From time to time, the deformed ghosts spit out a ball of pink miasma in one place, leisurely, like a spider with a net, without communication or sound. Even Wu Zun, who was covered with cold flames, could only rush to curse at the void around him, and looked around the underworld helplessly.

"Hu——" A strong green wind blew away the mist that gathered again on both sides of the road. The hazy figures came and appeared next to Chu Xiao in an instant. Chu Xiao supported Li Jin, who was stained with blood, in a mess. His staggering steps made him have to smile bitterly and greet the people around him: "Guest Zhang, you are here. Help deal with the ghost hiding in the fog, otherwise my strength alone would not be able to save the kid's life under the attack of that ghost."

"Oh, what kind of ghost is that can actually make the famous King of Chu Xie feel a headache. I have to take a good look." Zhang Jian's divine eyes were slightly angry, and a divine light of indigo crawled out from his pupils and penetrated into layers of fog. Under the divine light, a pink evil spirit was rolling up not far from the left side of the s220 Highway under the northern foot of the low hill 20 to 30 meters high. A purgatory ghost with three legs hidden under the face of a beautiful man. The good and evil stared at Zhang Jian with a strong desire to look back at him: "Female insect?"

"What is a female insect?" Chu Xiao put his hands in a mysterious manner, raised Li Jin's arm with his right hand and put it on his shoulder, then took out a jade ruler with a wisp pattern to protect him, carefully guarding him against the elusive sneak attack in the depths of the fog. After hearing Zhang Jian's surprised words, he looked at Zhang Jian in confusion. He was a professional talent promoted from the formal training system within the special bureau. The various ghosts in mainland China were not only a little bit of knowledge under the collection of national power, but they were not so confused.

Chu Xiaohu replied with a positive sentence: "The law of the Legalists is three thousand, and all the disciples are knowledgeable people. Female insects? Don't tell us that the one who attacked us was a female insect with fangs and claws. Moreover, the analysis of domestic ghost habits in the special bureau headquarters did not include such ghosts. Similar ones include the beauty Gu in southern Xinjiang and the tears of the mother in the treasure chapter."

"Meng Chanjun's kind mother's tears? No, no, no, no, there is no anger, the dead energy is restrained, and the evil power is released outward to form. They are not ghosts that ordinary people can touch. It should be said that there has never been such ghosts in the world."

A trace of inexplicable surprise flashed in Zhang Jian's thoughtful eyes and entangled with some complex and mysterious reasons. However, he still told Chu Xiao the origin of such evil ghosts: "Most ghosts on earth are born from the mysterious secrets of human hearts or soul bodies born from natural yin, so they often use negative forces such as Yin Qi ghost energy and resentment to control themselves and condense the ghost body. This is why we have the realm of fierce ghosts and fierce ghosts that we have set for the ghosts in the world. And this type of ghost is born from ghost bodies to gather yin. If there is a entity, it is even more important to cultivate the power of physical emotions and evil spirits, and the body is full of resentment."

"It is impossible that even if it is dense and dense, I have never heard of ghosts born to be born to them. Most of the ghosts that try to penetrate into the bodies of babies who are ignorant of consciousness and replace them have no good ending. This is the iron law of the strange world for hundreds of years, and no one has ever broken it." Chu Xiao shook his head and looked at the mist around him with a strange look in his eyes: "Unless?"

"That's right, this kind of ghost is not a human being. They come from the world of the dead - the underworld." Zhang Jian held his left hand with a powerful suction force flowed out of his palm. A ball of pink miasma was stripped out from the damp fog and fell on Zhang Jian's hand. The pink miasma imprisoned in his palm struggled like a ghost baby, and from time to time it made harsh and sharp screams to disturb Zhang Jian's mind.

Zhang Jian showed no mercy. He ignited a flame of blood with his left hand and held it hard. The pink miasma mass was crushed into thin blue smoke: "Female insects, purgatory species of underworld, small reptile ghosts; mainly living in the underworld management structure, oil pot purgatory in the jurisdiction of the eastern underworld, a few scattered in the underworld; living in the oil pot purgatory for a long time was affected by the confusion of love, it was the pink miasma, so the female insects were mostly hermaphrodites; "

"There are rumors that female insects are extremely jealous and like to play with outstanding ghosts and eat them. Because of the power of love, they instinctively desire to devour the souls of those who are in love, which is of great benefit to their practice."

"Oh? So, this dead guy in my arms is still a love seed." Chu Xiao raised his eyebrows lightly, rubbed the soreness on his shoulders, and muttered something softly: "I hate love seed the most in my life. I will jump off the building if I break up, and kill people if I lose love. I love you all day long. I wonder if the evil ghosts like the most is you guys with rich emotions, they actually cause trouble for us..."

Zhang Jian glanced at Chu Xiao and continued, "There was a record of female insects in "The Yincheng Ji": 'Female insects like ** liquid; they were guarding the purgatory for the first time, and they were greedy and forget their roots.' Of course, the information of female insects is only recorded in the dark world. They are considered to be half of the underworld, equivalent to temporary workers employed by government agencies, and their status in the oil pot purgatory is extremely low."

"The soul-catching messengers of the underworld in the late Middle Ages will capture this evil ghost that is deeply influenced by the power of affection in the jurisdiction near the Oil Pot Purgatory to serve as a punishment for prostitution in the Oil Pot Hell. The evil people who commit crimes against the weak will be played with by female insects all the time until the sins of reincarnation are determined to be eliminated in the human body, and their weak body will become the food for the female insects, and their souls will be reincarnated in the Reincarnation."

"Damn, I didn't expect that the criminal law in the underworld was so heavy!" After hearing Zhang Jian's words, Chu Xiao accidentally entered the scene after the evil man died. The man was forced to unlock various positions by such a disgusting andromelancholy monster in the dark purgatory. His heart felt cold.

Chu Xiao looked back on his past thirty years in a flash. He probably found that he had never committed any serious crimes and then quickly patted his chest and comforted himself: "Fortunately, I am beautiful and have a good temperament. I never go to the purgatory of prostitution. After I die, I will never go to the oil pan purgatory for a while."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!