Infinite Puzzle City

Chapter 425 It turns out to be him
Who is that shadow?

Behind the incense table, Hongwei's figure was a blur, but just one look at it made one feel as if one's soul was about to fly away.

The ghost king, who had all-powerful hands and eyes, was suddenly unable to move and his whole body became stiff.

When Shadow's eyes gradually opened, a huge sense of oppression, like an invisible blade, cut her inside out, revealing even all the secrets in her heart.

Until a cold voice came from the shadow.

"cut!"

In an instant, the [Guillotine] in Xiao Ran's hand was covered with a faint golden light.

At this moment, an unprecedented feeling emerged in Xiao Ran's heart.

The big knife in his hand is no longer just a simple knife, but a Tao, the way of law enforcement, and also... the way of sacrifice.

Adhere to the laws of heaven and offer sacrifices to the lawless.

As the blade in his hand swung down, Xiao Ran felt a sense of emptiness in his heart. This blade cut off the Ghost King's head, as well as the iron chain that was bothering him in his swordsmanship.

As the Ghost King's head rolled down, blood gushed out. The wandering ghosts below the stage rushed forward one after another, holding white steamed buns stained with the Ghost King's blood in their hands, and stuffed them into their mouths in big mouthfuls.

The only difference from the past was that this time, the wandering ghost who ate the steamed bun gradually showed a satisfied expression on his face, and gradually disappeared under Xiao Ran's gaze, turning into wisps of green smoke and drifting away.

"despair!"

There was a crisp sound and Xiao Ran turned around. The blurry figure behind the incense table looked up at him.

In an instant, Xiao Ran's heart was shocked, as if all the secrets in his heart were exposed before these eyes.

"Who is he?"

Xiao Ran stared at the shadow, but could not see the other person's face at all. He was like a mountain shrouded in white mist. When you stood in front of him, you could feel his grandeur, but you could not see his full appearance clearly.

"The evil deeds have been punished, and the merits are rewarded every day."

Shadow raised his hand and threw a sign, which landed in Xiao Ran's hand.

As soon as Xiao Ran took a closer look, he found that the plaque was actually heavy, with three words written on the front: [Yin De Pai]. Turning it over, he saw four more words [Eighteen Thousand Yin De] on the back.

"Ouch, I made a profit this time."

Ten thousand good karmas, this number is no small number.

[Tongyou Yin] owed a total of more than 36,000 good deeds, and now I can repay one third of it in one go.

"Thank you... um..."

Xiao Ran cupped his hands and wanted to thank the other party, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he remembered that he didn't know who the other person was.

Although he used Taishan stone as the main seat, Xiao Ran was still not sure which god he had invited. If he spoke rashly and called the wrong name, he would offend the other person.

As if noticing Xiao Ran's embarrassment, the shadow shook.

"My name is Taihua, and I have the power to exonerate the guilty and resolve grievances. From now on, you will respect my name. Silently chant my name, and your soul will be punished. I will bless you with divine power and uphold the law!"

"promise!"

Xiao Ran had never heard of this name, but he could feel that the shadow in front of him was definitely a great god, whose authority was in line with his own path.

No matter who the other party is, he is a great backer. With the blessing of his divine power, my swordsmanship will be even more powerful.

As Xiao Ran bowed, the shadow nodded in satisfaction and then slowly disappeared.

As a breeze blew by, the surrounding illusions disappeared in an instant.

The ghost king had long since turned to ashes, but the Yin De card in his hand was still a real force to be reckoned with.

"Ding! Found a special cursed item [Guillotine]"

At this time, a prompt sound came, which made Xiao Ran a little stunned. But when he looked again, he found that the [Guillotine] in his hand had undergone a shocking transformation.

I saw that the blade of the big knife in his hand had turned golden, with strange patterns on it. It was no longer as violent and brutal as before, but instead had a sense of majesty.

There was a Xiezhi lying on the back of the knife, its eyes were like lightning and it was extremely sharp, with a look of a cold-faced judge. There were five iron rings on its back, which clanked as Xiao Ran shook, the sound was empty and captivating.

"It seems that it is just as Liumu said. The guillotine is a sacrificial knife. This time, the ghost king was killed, and the ghosts attached to the knife were also freed."

Xiao Ran was in no hurry to check the properties of the knife. He put the knife away and turned to look at Grandma Zhang in the tea stall.

By this moment, Grandma Zhang and the wandering ghosts in the tea shed had already been frightened silly.

Especially those wandering ghosts, when they saw Xiao Ran looking at them, they were almost scared to their knees.

"I, Zhang, greet you, sir!"

Finally, Grandma Zhang came to her senses and hurriedly bowed to Xiao Ran. Xiao Ran was quick-witted and rushed forward to support Grandma Zhang: "Grandma, I don't deserve your gift. I owe you a favor."

"Don't dare to take it, don't dare to take it..."

Grandma Zhang waved her hands repeatedly, she didn't expect that she had met a true God today.

Xiao Ran helped Grandma Zhang up, turned around and said to everyone: "Everyone, the evil ghost here has been killed. If there is another evil ghost doing evil in the future, I will definitely chop off his dog head!"

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If we talk about the vastness of the underworld, it is boundless, with the Shura Blood Sea, the Endless Yellow Spring, the Long River of Forgetfulness, the Fengdu City and the City of the Dead.

No one knows how big the underworld is.

But if you want to know where the center of the underworld is, it must be in the Mountain of No Return.

There is a saying in the underworld.

"There is no private land beneath the secluded mountain, and there is no sky above the secluded mountain."

The mountain is so high that you can only see one-third of it from below. Above that, it is shrouded in thick haze and no one can see its entirety.

Going up along the secluded mountain, you can see the Forest of No Return after 336 miles.

Once a ghost enters it, it will be difficult for it to return; its bones will turn into yellow mud and its spirit will disappear.

After walking another 666 miles up, we saw a cave. The cave was so deep that no one knew where it led to. Outside the door, corpses were piled up like a mountain. Occasionally, we could hear dogs barking from inside the cave.

Going further up, the sky is full of frost and snow, and a path of bluestone is white forever. The bluestone path is winding and tortuous. Six hundred miles up, everything is dead and silent, the wind is like a knife, and it is a place where no life has ever existed.

There is a stele in front with three words written on it in bronze script.

【The Road Back】

At this point, even the King of Hell would not dare to move forward.

Looking up, I saw in front of me, winding palaces, one layer upon another, very majestic. The base was made of green stones, and the main hall was made of red bricks and green tiles, with carved beams and painted walls. The tiles were covered with a layer of eternal snow, which had withstood the cold wind for thousands of years, revealing a mysterious aura of ancient vicissitudes.

The palace was built from bottom to top, around the mountain, like a giant dragon with bared fangs and claws lying across the mountain. At the highest peak, it looks like a giant blue dragon roaring to the sky.

And there, one can clearly see an ancient palace sitting on the dragon head, as if it is the dragon head's crown, facing the netherworld.

"Crack squeak~"

At this time, the sound of footsteps came in the snow and stopped in front of the stone tablet.

The man was wearing a cassock, barefoot, holding a string of prayer beads in his hand, with a bald head, big ears, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Wherever he passed, the wind and snow stopped.

"Monk, what are you doing here?"

As soon as the monk stood up, he heard a greeting from the side.

Glancing sideways, I saw an old man squatting nearby, wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat. Just like a child, he held a ball of snow in his hands and carefully formed it into a round snowball.

I saw a row of chubby snowmen piled up nearby.

When the monk saw the old man, he walked up to him with a smile and blew gently at the snowmen.

"call……"

When the breeze blew, these snowmen came to life with a chirping sound, shook their chubby bodies, and scattered away.

Seeing this, the old man frowned, then raised his head and looked at the monk in front of him.

The monk didn't take it seriously. Instead, he put his hands together with a relaxed look on his face and said, "Namo Amitabha, old man, why are you sitting here making snowmen instead of staying in your Fengdu?"

The old man spat and smashed the snowball in his hand into pieces.

"Bald donkey, you have so much free time, why don't you go and save all the evil spirits in hell and get out of here as soon as possible."

"Everything has its own destiny. Don't be impatient. Don't be impatient."

"Fate?" The old man narrowed his eyes, sneered, and nodded, "Yes, everything has its fate."

For some reason, the monk couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart when he saw the sly smile on the old man's face.

Just as the monk was about to count with his fingers, he heard the door behind him being pushed open a crack.

"Uncle!"

The two looked back and saw a little girl, about six or seven years old, running out.

The little girl is pretty and lively, with long pupils and big eyes. She is wearing a fiery red cloud skirt, a dark blue shawl, and a pair of pigtails on her head. She looks very cute.

"Hey, Master Monk, you are here too."

The little girl came over and saw the monk next to her. She was very excited for a moment: "Big monk, are you here to play with me?" she said with her pink little hands.

Seeing this, the monk consciously offered his bald head to the little girl for her to touch and play with.

"No, no, I came here today to visit the Wu Zi Pavilion."

"Humph, you only know how to read books. What's so interesting about those books? This place is empty. There's nothing here except an old dog..."

The little girl put her hands on her hips, pouted her lips angrily, and looked aggrieved. Then she turned her gaze to the old man next to her.

"Hey? Uncle, where is the snowman you just built for me?"

When the monk heard the little girl's question, his face froze.

The old man grinned and pointed at the big monk next to him: "This monk thinks what I did is not good, and said he will make you a hundred good ones."

"Great monk!"

When the little girl heard the words "one hundred snowmen", stars appeared in her eyes and she looked at the monk with anticipation.

Seeing this, the monk could say nothing but put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I will do it for you right away."

"Bald donkey, you take your time here, I'll go in first."

Seeing this, the old man walked forward with a grin on his face, sighing as he walked: "Sure enough, the word fate is really... indescribable."

The monk behind him twitched his mouth when he heard this, but he was helpless.

But at this moment.

"Boom!!!"

A long and deep bell sounded, echoing throughout the secluded mountain. Wherever the bell sounded, the silent mountain tops seemed to be awakened.

On both sides of the road, huge incense burners were slowly lit, emitting a blazing red light.

The eternal snow turned into flowing water in an instant.

"You Zhong!"

The old man and the monk looked at each other with expressions of horror on their faces.

"Who was it? Who woke the Lord?"

As the two were looking horrified, a light golden decree flew out from the Dragon Head Peak behind them.

In an instant, it fell in front of the two of them like the sun.

Upon seeing this, the great monk stepped back hastily. The old man took off his bamboo hat, respectfully took the decree, and looked at it carefully.

"Oh, it's... him!"

(End of this chapter)