Yama Rising Chapter 6: : Yin Yang Road (recommendation for new book issue)

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Good.

Qin Ye thinks, should he take off the sign behind him and replace it with the "Red Sunset Ghost Recreation Center"?

Put another most dazzling folk song.

Perfect.

No... this kind of dove occupying a magpie's nest is good? Do you know how much the coffin is?

Qin Ye's eyes have ice spears, ice arrows, and fire explosions...Desperately shooting death light, grandma turned a deaf ear, but smiled at several old women: "How is my grandson?"

"Yes, my skin is quite white, so I don't need to buy skin care products after I go down. Nine tubes." "It's a short-lived one. You can enjoy a few more years of happiness below. Three cakes." "Gang! Fifty thousand... Karma is also there. The coffin, the paper man and the paper horse are all ready. Is this the rhythm of getting ready to enjoy the blessing at any time?"

"Are you ready for the way down? The person here advises you that drowning is uncomfortable. The death is not beautiful." "Wait! I cut it, one forty to seventy thousand... By the way, it's not very good to hang yourself, and the tongue drags It’s three feet long, and it’s very troublesome to roll it back." "I suggest that you have a car accident and adjust the angle once and for all. If the position is exquisite, it will not break the phase and there will be no pain. The spiral ascends to the sky, and it explodes instantly."

My Nima!

Is there any king of this special? !

The usual way of opening "How is my grandson" shouldn't it be "good, good" "how old is it?" "have you literate?"?

Why is this weird way of reading now? Are your thinking too advanced?

No...

Who is your grandson! Don't misrecognize relatives!

Qin Ye was blocked so that he didn't squirt a mouthful of blood, and his face was dark to the bottom of the pot. Grandma took a cigarette comfortably and said lightly: "Look carefully."

Sunset Red Qi turned his head, took a closer look, and the smiles on everyone's faces disappeared. Mahjong in his hand was also put down.

The four of them looked at each other. A few seconds later, an old lady tentatively asked her grandmother: "This is... Tai Sui?"

The sound of mahjong rang again, eight hands and mahjong, grandma smiled: "In front of the old man, he has to say that he is not...just treat him as not...then who, there is nothing The root water comes, the water in the Yangjian is a bit spicy."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he changed from grandson?

The so-called rootless water is rainwater. It does not touch the sky, ground, yin and yang. This is the only thing that grandma has used this week.

Qin Ye took four cups, put it on the coffin board, turned his head and left.

Don't annoy me, it's annoying.

This Mahjong game went straight to midnight. Just as the twelve o’clock struck, grandma stood up quietly and sighed: “Let’s go... this should also be our last Mahjong game. Up."

Following her figure, the three old ladies stood up together, turned into three green smoke and dissipated beside the coffin, facing the grandmother.

"What is this?" Qin Ye asked curiously.

Grandma didn't answer immediately, she took out an old oil lamp from the coffin, covered in dust, and hammered her waist: "Five ghosts are lucky."

"...Do you play mahjong with five ghosts fortune?"

"You know what a shit! I made 1.2 billion a day today, so why is it not the five ghosts fortune!"

She made sense...Qin Ye was speechless.

"Do you know what day it is today?" Grandma sat down on the bed, reduced her smile, and looked directly at Qin Ye. Before he could speak, he said solemnly: "July and a half, ghosts are running around. Today is the last day of the Yulan Festival. It is also when the ghost gate is closed."

"When a person’s life is about to end, it is the first time he enters the ghost gate. But... there are too many souls in the underworld, and relatively little difference. There are always some souls that have not been noticed in time are floating outside. The soul is long After there is no report, only the instinct of longing for the underworld remains and loses consciousness. These spirits are called floating spirits. The three major ghost festivals are when they are followed."

"Do you...understand?"

When grandma got serious, Qin Ye seemed to feel that she was in the center of the torrent. He who has seen too many knows that this is the momentum, and the actions, expressions, and words that he showed with extreme confidence have affected other people.

It is hard to imagine that such a dying old man would have such a shocking aura on his body.

Qin Yeqing couldn't help restraining her smile, and then he pondered for a moment and said: "You mean... the person who carries ‘it’ will die within seven days?"

Grandma nodded. Qin Ye frowned slightly, and then said: "I can't find him, but tonight, this person will definitely go to Guimenguan?"

Grandma gave a hum. Qin Ye carefully looked at her face, frantically testing: "So... you said you want to tell me, that's..."

A sly smile appeared on the grandmother's face. Before she finished speaking, she took Qin Ye's hand and tugged, Qin Ye was too late to exclaim, and her eyes went dark. When everything was clear, he couldn't help but gasp.

Black, white and blue, three-color world!

As far as I can see, everything has become black and white, whether it is the room or the bed, there is a trace of cyan smoke in between. And he actually saw his body, his eyes were closed, and his grandmother took a hand and sat on a chair!

The two are like two stone sculptures, motionless.

"This is... the soul?" He stared at his hands in amazement, his grandmother's identity and strength improved again.

He has seen a lot of soul-calling methods, monks and Taoists have them, but no one has ever been able to pull the soul out of the body with a single pull! Compared with her, those so-called soul-calling are simply weak!

"First, don't look back." Grandma crouched and lit the ancient lamp.

This lamp is very unique. It is an ancient square lamp, about the size of a palm, with a bronze texture. However, on the upper lamp cover, there are actually two carps, one black and one white.

"Threshold?"

"Shut up...Second, don't speak." Grandma moved around. As she took the first step, the black-and-white world shook slightly. Qin Ye clearly felt the temperature drop rapidly. And the fog gradually thickened.

In all directions, the cyan fog seemed to be alive, but after a few seconds, only the sky of clouds and the sea of ​​fog were left around them. In the whole world, that lamp is the only light source.

In the surging sea of ​​fog, he seemed to hear the wailing of countless people.

"Hold this. Also, hold on to my clothes." Qin Ye took a closer look at what was in his hand. It was a willow leaf.

As soon as I put it in my mouth, a warm feeling spread across my tongue. He grabbed his grandmother's clothes, and the two finally started to walk.

"This road is not taken by a living person." Qin Ye did not speak even if he had some doubts. After walking for a full twenty minutes, grandma’s voice came from the front hoarsely: "You living people, call it Huangquan Road. However, Huangquan Road is actually divided into three parts. Forget Chuan ferry, Mengma passed away, and finally arrived. Fengducheng. We are only on the first section of the road."

She pointed to the surrounding area: "These cyan mists are the yin qi of the ghost. It should be pure black, but the yang qi in the sun is too heavy, and the two oppose each other, forming this cyan yin qi."

"Once any creature speaks here, the yang energy is vented, it is like a lighthouse in the tsunami. Countless ghosts will think of everything in the sun, those who are nostalgic, some are reluctant, these have not drunk Meng Po The ghost of soup will tear this person to pieces. So don’t speak."

Qin Ye blinked his eyes, and suddenly thought in his heart that so much Yin Qi... is caused by the ghost gate?

According to what grandma said before, today the ghost gate was closed and countless floating spirits entered the underworld. But... this is so terribly gathering into a sea, how many ghosts gather to form such a terrifying Yin Qi?

Is the local staff dereliction of duty?

At this moment, there was a faint sigh in front of me: "Don’t look back, because there is a kind of creature on this road called the echo worm. You just need to speak, and he will talk to you. This echo worm has a human face and a body. , Is the aggregation of countless obsessions. Once caught by it, you will talk to it on this road for thousands of years. The chance of reincarnation will be lost forever."

Qin Ye gently pulled grandma's cuffs, and grandma Jiejie smiled and said, "Are you thinking, why the old man talks so much, but there is no echo bug coming up?"

"Because... they dare not."

"Disperse." With this word, her tied white hair spread out suddenly, dancing without wind. The mist in all directions was like turbid waves emptying out, bursting out.

Everything in front of him finally became clear, Qin Ye only glanced at it, and immediately took a deep breath, only feeling that his back was cold.

Where is the road under them, but...a silver-white skeleton!

This skeleton is quite huge, at least a hundred meters wide, endless in length, and fairly flat. It looks like a cervical vertebra. And on both sides of them, countless people...uncountable people, some in suits and leather shoes, some in T-shirts and jeans, some in dresses... are accompanied by them, walking towards the end of the bones together. !

Illusive and hazy, his expression is numb, and his body exudes Yin Qi from time to time. What's more terrifying is... these ghosts have maintained their pre-death appearance!

Someone has their tongue sticking out and their eyes bulging. Some people have distorted expressions, broken limbs, and can only try to climb over with half of their bodies on the bridge. Some people have their heads shattered, some people have opened a big slit in their chest and abdomen... it's a death expo!

The Living Death Expo.

These living dead, just floating in the air, move with them without touching their feet.

On the last day of the Yulan Festival, the gate of the ghost is closed, and the dark night where you can't see your fingers, the vast ghosts, accompanied the living people on this yin and yang road.

Right beside, behind.

However, as he couldn't help but gasp, the people in all directions suddenly stopped.

Hundreds, thousands, thousands of phantom ghosts, all paused. Then... the body was not moving, and the head turned around like a machine, half of the head, with a long tongue hanging, or even... without a head, countless scalp-numbing eyes looked at Qin Ye at the same time!

Greedy, confused...At this moment, Qin Ye's body trembled, and a strong cold feeling rushed into his heart. At the same time, Tian Ling covered a thin hand and patted it, and the coldness disappeared immediately. All the ghosts beside him stared at him for thirty seconds, then turned their heads and walked aimlessly.

Boom...Qin Ye touched his chest, his heart beating wildly, the moment countless ghost heads looked over, his hairs almost stood upright.

"Look there." Grandma's dry finger pointed in one direction. Qin Ye took a look, and suddenly covered his mouth, his pupils shrank.

In the far dark place, you can see several figures as big as small hills. Can't see what it is, like...a bed bug magnified countless times. In the dark, two green eyes were burning with flames. And it... is full of people!

The living person, or, the living soul.

Everyone is talking desperately, and they are a dozen meters away from the nearest person.

An worm, a pupa!