There is a trick

Chapter 86: The Underworld (4K, 12)

Zhou Chang lay on his back in the coffin.

The darkness on all sides of the coffin surrounded him, and he suddenly felt a sense of peace as if he was in the mother's womb.

The voices of people outside were getting quieter and quieter, but with Zhou Chang's current five senses, it was not difficult for him to detect those subtle sounds outside.

——He heard the brief conversation between Zhou Sanji and Yang Rui.

Zhou Chang ignored it.

In this life, Zhou Sanji is his nominal grandfather, but his real relative and grandfather are no longer in this world.

Even so, he now finds it difficult to sort out his feelings towards Zhou Sanji.

I want to get close, but I don’t dare to get too close.

I don’t dare to get close, but I’m also afraid of being too distant and unfamiliar.

His emotions are originally thin and indifferent. It's his nature. I wonder if he can change it later?

Now, Zhou Chang even suspected that he actually had no real blood relatives. The couple who gave birth to him once stayed in the other world, and it seemed that they chose to stay in the world just for the mission of giving birth to him.

Once they completed the task, they both left.

There are many people in today's world who are exactly like Zhou Chang.

He is most likely not the original one, but one of the many 'copies' of the original person.

In this world, is he the only one who has been copied countless times and turned into a "life shell" that other people's souls can enter and exit at will? Or are there other people who have similar situations?
If he is the only one like this, what is the reason why he can be copied into countless identical individuals?
A strange fate?

The physical body is actually a great evil spirit?

……

All the thoughts that were boiling in Zhou Chang's mind became silent as Zhou Sanji's voice came:

"Achang, hold on to the rope tightly, don't let go, don't let go!"

The old man admonished Zhou Chang: "I will count to three. After three, close your eyes and don't think about anything. Just focus on the rope you are holding... Follow the rope forward. The tighter the rope is, the faster you will walk.
If you relax, you can walk slower.

Let's go into the 'hell'. It's hard to tell the direction there, and you can't see anything. Just follow Soso and don't look back. Don't look back, no matter who calls you..."

"it is good."

Zhou Chang solemnly agreed.

“Then I’ll start counting…”

"Ah."

"three!"

Zhou Chang closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. His mind soon calmed down and his attention was focused only on the kite string in his hand.

The kite string is still loose at this time.

Zhou Chang could not sense any power from it.

"two!"

"one!"

After counting, Zhou Sanji murmured in a low voice, chanting the mantra: "In the vast Fengdu, there are many diamond mountains, the infinite light of the spiritual treasure shines through the Yanchi, the sinful souls in the nine netherworlds follow the fragrant cloud banners, the concentration and wisdom give birth to lotus flowers, the gods ascend to eternal peace..."

As Zhou Sanji chanted the 'Hell-Breaking Curse', his low voice seemed to contain some kind of rhythm.

That mysterious rhythm was like snowflakes falling, or like ashes of burnt paper, being swept up by the whistling cold wind, and then slowly drifting towards Zhou Chang's figure.

The ashes of paper still contain the residual warmth of the flame.

Every time a piece of paper ash fell on Zhou Chang, the residual heat from the fire inside made Zhou Chang's body become hot.

The moment all the paper ashes fell, Zhou Chang felt as if he had turned into a sea of magma. It was boiling violently, and the temperature it erupted from was so high that even Zhou Chang's soul could not stand it. He tried to escape from it.

At this moment, the kite string in Zhou Chang's hand suddenly tightened.

Outside the main room door, the kite that had originally fallen to the ground was now caught in a gust of cold wind and began to sway and float up!

Zhou Chang held the kite string tightly, and according to Zhou Sanji's previous instructions, he tried to sit up from the coffin and quicken his pace to loosen the taut kite string. Zhou Sanji had instructed him to do so before. When the kite string was taut, he should walk a few quick steps to loosen it.

When the kite string is too loose, take a few slow steps to make it slightly tighter.

And Zhou Chang also did what Zhou Sanji said -

Zhou Chang in the coffin suddenly sat up at this time——

When Zhou Sanji saw this situation, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Yang Rui in the darkness for a moment!
He recited the Hell-Breaking Spell, which this time broke the locks on Achang's physical body, allowing Achang's soul to escape from the shell and fly away with the kite - but this first attempt was not successful!
Such signs indicate that the living soul and the flesh body complement each other and are a match made in heaven. To hastily separate the two would be against God's will!

This also shows that the Achang today is Zhou Sanji's grandson 'Achang'!
If it wasn't a body and soul created by God, how could it be possible to be so compatible? !

"In the vast Fengdu, there are many Diamond Mountains..."

Zhou Sanji kept praying, making hand gestures with one hand and using the other hand to draw the seal of the Holy Lord Luankui on his palm with a brush. The moment the seal was drawn, he slapped Zhou Chang's forehead heavily with that hand and knocked Zhou Chang down into the coffin!

The kite string is getting tighter and tighter!

Zhou Chang was focused, following the kite string, and sat up from the coffin for the second time.

He still sat up with his physical body!
This situation made Zhou Sanji feel a little depressed.

A series of bad results often indicate that the next thing will not turn out well.

But once the arrow is shot, it cannot be retrieved.
Zhou Sanji had to suppress his chaotic thoughts, recited the Hell-Breaking Spell for the third time, and then used the seal of the Holy Lord Luankui to hit Zhou Chang's forehead three times, and finally knocked Zhou Chang down into the coffin chamber!
The third time, the kite string was as straight as iron wire. If he failed again this time, the kite string would surely break!

At that time, Zhou Chang's soul will also be damaged!

Zhou Sanji's eyes couldn't help but tense up, staring at the dark coffin room, thoughts racing in his mind, wondering if he still had any countermeasures if the kite string really broke?

Fortunately - at this time, Zhou Chang sat up from the coffin again.

His body was as condensed as a physical body. If it weren't for the glowing light all over his body, Zhou Sanji would have thought that this third attempt had also failed!
This time, Zhou Chang escaped from the coffin room with only his living soul!
His palm was holding the kite string, and he kept running forward along the kite string!
His strides were extremely long and his feet were extremely fast. From the end of the coffin to the entrance of the main hall, it was only three or five steps away. However, no matter how fast he moved, he could not cross this distance.

Only a pair of human footprints appeared on the ground covered with a layer of white sand below the tail of the coffin.

The pair of footprints stepped across the white sand ground one after another. Within a few breaths, the footprints formed a long path that led straight to the door of the main room!

"it is good!

The soul of nature generates electricity, illuminating the dark room! Ah Chang's soul is truly extraordinary - this is the realm of 'root of consciousness' mentioned in the book!
With a heavy accumulation of souls, he can walk very fast in the underworld. This time, he should be able to break through hell without any danger! "Yang Rui walked out from the dark corner and looked at Zhou Chang, whose soul was glowing and shining. He was full of admiration.

A rare smile appeared on Zhou Sanji's face.

However, before the two could breathe a sigh of relief, a sharp scream suddenly came from inside the black lacquered coffin: "Ahhhhhhhh——"

The overwhelming hatred accumulated in the howling sound. As the howling sounded, the originally invisible flow of the feasting energy in the void suddenly became thicker and turned from invisible to visible.

The illusory and colorful energy meridians all gathered towards Zhou Chang's body in the coffin!

The rolling air pulses swept past, and the kites flying outside the main hall began to sway. Zhou Changsheng's soul, with his eyes closed, seemed to have encountered a huge obstacle. He hesitated and stopped where he was, not moving forward!

The corpse sat up from the coffin, its eyes bloodshot, and colorful breath like little snakes, drilling into the pores around its body!

His skinny body actually became slightly stronger at this moment!

It stretched out its arm and grasped the Tiantie Jiugong card worn around its neck:
"Om mani padme hum..."

In the Tiantie Nine Palaces Plate, the sound of chanting the Six-Character Mantra can be heard endlessly.

Layers of brilliant white light emanated from the Nine Palaces Card, surrounding the corpse of the Demon, barely blocking the process of the dragon and snake of food energy merging into the corpse of the Demon - even the palm of the Demon holding the Nine Palaces Card began to tremble due to the rotation of the layers of light, as if it was caught in a wrestling match with the Nine Palaces Card!

“Nail, nail…”

A timid female voice sounded in the darkness.

At some point, Bai Xiu'e was standing next to the coffin. She held onto the side of the coffin, looking pitifully at the corpse that was frantically tearing at the Tiantie Jiugong Plate on its neck. In her other hand, she was tightly grasping a one-foot-long cast iron coffin nail.

There seemed to be ripples on half of Bai Xiu'e's face.

Bai Ma's face was about to emerge from the rippling waves.

At this moment, Xiu'e seemed to have made up her mind. She pursed her lips tightly, raised her arm suddenly, and the sharp coffin nails in her hand were wrapped in layers of lotus silk and strengthened. She stabbed into the center of the corpse's eyebrows at an extremely fast speed!
Boom!
The lotus silk flew in the air along Bai Xiu'e's entire arm, becoming a tangled mess!
Every strand of lotus root sparkles with silver light.

The force they brought with them made the coffin nail penetrate into the center of the corpse's eyebrows and come out from the back of its head. The corpse's body, which had just sat up, was suddenly forced back into the coffin, nailing the bottom of the coffin through!

Watching this scene, Baimadu was stunned: "How did he treat you so coldly? Why do you hate him so much?"

"It, it's not him!"

Bai Xiu'e blushed and whispered a question to explain, while she had already grasped the other coffin nail in her hand.

"I'll come, I'll come!"

Zhou Sanji's face trembled a few times, and he looked at the corpse in the coffin with some heartache - after all, this was also the body of his grandson, and he was still hesitant before.

The corpse was damaged by coffin nails. Where will my grandson's soul go in the future?

But Bai Xiu'e's actions made him realize that there was actually no room for maneuver in this matter.

Without further hesitation, he grabbed another coffin nail and nailed the corpse's arm joint.

Yang Rui came up at this time and added a nail to the corpse, and at the same time called Shi Danzi to come over and try it first.

Shi Danzi held the coffin nail in his hand, looking at 'Brother Zhou' who was screaming and struggling crazily, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Yang Rui scolded him and took the coffin nail from his hand.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Hate! Hate! Hate!"

"Grandpa, save me, Grandpa, why are you trying to harm me like them?"

"I am Ah Chang, I am Ah Chang!"

“Old immortal!
When I regain my freedom, I will first eat your flesh and drink your blood, you deserve to die!!!"

Inside the coffin room, the corpse's voice filled with resentment continued to be heard!

Nine coffin nails nailed its head and limb joints.

Clusters of lotus root silk wrapped tightly around its body, and it seemed to be wrapped in a cocoon. The dragons and snakes of the feasting energy flowing in the void were unable to break through the barrier of the 'cocoon' and dissipated into the void one after another.

Zhou Sanji initially looked unbearable when he heard the corpse's painful roar.

But when it stared at him and called him an 'immortal old man', he sighed, took out yellow talismans, and pasted them on the layers of lotus silk. On each piece of yellow talisman paper, there was a seal of the Iron-faced Luankui Saint.

Under the suppression of many seals, the struggling movements of the corpse became smaller and smaller.

But Zhou Sanji and others were still worried, so they brought a coffin, put the cover on the coffin, and tied the coffin tightly with bundles of hemp ropes as thick as arms.

Outside the coffin chamber.

The footprints of Zhou Changsheng's soul crossed a large area of white sand and unknowingly approached the threshold of the main hall.

He was alone in the "underworld", and what he saw and heard was consistent with what Zhou Sanji said. It was pitch black here, with a few creepy noises occasionally heard, but other than that, there was a long period of silence.

There is no distinction of direction here, and in this dark world, there is nothing to refer to.

Emptiness is the theme here.

"I should also lead the way for Achang!"

"The seven stars of the Southern Dipper protect me, the seven stars of the Northern Dipper guide me, I obey the orders of the Holy Lord Luankui and act immediately!"

Zhou Sanji's voice "seeped" into this empty and void place, and became layered, gloomy and chilling.

As the sound rang out, a fire burned on his head and shoulders, and his back seemed to be hollowed out. Zhou Sanji, who had the statue of "Luankui Shengjun" sitting on it, appeared on Zhou Chang's path.

He did not look back, but waved at Zhou Chang with the statue on his back, signaling Zhou Chang to continue moving forward.

Zhou Chang felt the kite string in his hand suddenly tighten, so he quickened his pace to loosen the string a little.

The grandfather and grandson are walking on the same road.

One leads the way in front, and the other follows closely behind.

"In the vast Fengdu..."

Zhou Sanji once again recited the Hell-Breaking Spell. As he recited, a puff of scarlet smoke floated up above Zhou Chang's soul and drifted forward with the wind. The scarlet smoke was smeared in the depths of the darkness, and like a touch of vermilion ink, it created a "door" one foot off the ground in the darkness.

Inside the door, there was a vague statue of a god.

Zhou Sanji led Zhou Chang in and saw the words written on the altar inside the door:

"The cold and dark world is the seat of the gods."

(End of this chapter)