Infinite Puzzle City

Chapter 429 The soul falls into the underworld
"Monk?"

Xiao Ran's eyes fixed, and he stood up and walked forward as if possessed by a ghost.

When I was halfway there, I looked back and found another version of myself sitting in front of the campfire.

The expressions of the others also remained motionless.

"Soul leaving the body?"

"Xiao Ran, come quickly, come quickly."

The big monk's voice came, and this magnetic voice made Xiao Ran feel at ease for some reason, as if all his worries and hesitations disappeared in an instant.

He didn't have time to think about his situation and walked to the side of the big monk in a daze.

"Amitabha, don't be afraid, don't be anxious, time flies by, it's just a matter of a moment, we will be back soon."

As he spoke, the monk took Xiao Ran's hand affectionately and walked forward.

Xiao Ran nodded and was held by the big monk, not even a thought of resisting came into her mind.

The big monk pulled Xiao Ran forward and took a step forward. Golden lotuses appeared under their feet. The void in front of them seemed to split open and the world became blurred.

Perhaps it was just a moment, or perhaps it was a long time. When Xiao Ran came to his senses, he looked up and saw a city gate standing in front of him.

The huge city gate is like a mountain. Looking left and right, the city wall is even more unreachable. The ancient city wall is built with huge bluestone blocks, and there are many marks left on it by swords and knives. After who knows how many years, these marks left on the city wall are still clearly visible.

He looked up again, and when he saw the three huge words on the city gate tower, his whole body trembled.

"Wrongful Death City! How did I get here?"

Xiao Ran's body shuddered, his consciousness suddenly became alert, and he glanced at the monk next to him.

But the monk was also looking at him with a smile. Seeing Xiao Ran's gaze, the monk put his hands together and said, "Namo Amitabha, why are you so surprised? As a ghost messenger, this City of the Dead should be like home to you."

"I……"

For some reason, Xiao Ran knew in his heart that he had been bewitched by the monk, but he could not feel any anger at all.

"Master, who are you and why did you bring me here?"

“Hahahaha.” The monk touched his bald head and answered in Sanskrit, “Begkhadi Ravana.”

"What??"

Xiao Ran stared, not understanding a single word.

Seeing this, the monk stopped explaining and said, "Let's go. We only have a moment. One moment in the world of the living is three days in the underworld. Time is limited."

Time passes much faster in the underworld than in the world of the living. The last time Xiao Ran wandered in the underworld for so long, in reality only half a month had passed.

The big monk took Xiao Ran to the city gate.

There were several ghost guards standing next to the city gate, and countless ghosts lined up in a long queue in front of the city gate. After being checked by the ghost guards, they were let in one by one.

The big monk pulled Xiao Ran and walked straight inside, and the ghost officials on both sides pretended not to see anything.

Seeing this, a few clever guys actually followed Xiao Ran inside.

As a result, just as they walked into the door, the ghost catcher beside them raised his eyelids and hit them on the head with the mourning stick in his hand, beating several clever ghosts so hard that they cried for their parents and had to line up again.

This time, the cleverness backfired. It will probably take another ten years to get back on track.

The City of the Dead and Fengdu are completely different.

Even the styles of the two are different. The City of the Dead is crowded with people, and the streets are filled with densely packed ghosts.

Some were walking aimlessly on the street, while others were squatting in the corner, staring blankly at the people passing by.

In the shadows, sneaky figures would occasionally pop their heads out, whispering furtively.

These cannot be seen in Fengdu.

"What are you looking at, benefactor?"

The monk turned around and saw Xiao Ran staring around like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "This can't compare to the prosperity of the living world."

Hearing the monk's question, Xiao Ran shook his head: "Of course it's not comparable, but I've been to Fengdu before, and I feel that it's different there."

“Hahahaha, although Fengdu is a strict place with strict rules, it is also a place of blessings. Those who can enter Fengdu, those with superior roots can obtain wonderful affinity, those with medium roots will not fall into reincarnation, and even those with the lowest roots have a chance of reincarnation.”

The big monk said with a smile, and it was obvious that he had a very high opinion of Fengdu.

"What about the City of the Dead?"

Xiao Ran looked at the ghost-filled city of Wrongful Death. Apart from the somewhat dilapidated architectural style, the population of this place was probably more than that of Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou combined.

He didn't know why so many ghosts were trapped here.

"The City of the Wrongly Dead is also an important place in the underworld. It is the residence of the underworld. Although it is messy and mottled, it is also a good place to educate the ghosts and give these confused ghosts a place of shelter and shelter."

Not everyone is willing to go to Fengdu, where they have to turn themselves into a lamp, a brick, or even a stone in a drainage ditch, and endure thousands of years to be reborn as an animal. If they want to be reborn as a human, they have to continue to suffer for hundreds of years.

It's too painful, and I believe most people can hardly endure such pain.

But if they do not enter Fengdu, the wandering ghosts will roam back and forth in the vast underworld, and slowly their spirituality will be lost, and finally they will lose their sanity, devour each other, and turn into monsters of the Yin-Yang Dao.

Therefore, the City of the Dead gave them a shelter. Although it was crowded and dilapidated, it was the second home for these confused souls.

As for the other destinations, they can only be the Eighteen Hells. The souls of this part will be directly sent to hell as soon as they enter the underworld, and it will not be their turn to enter the City of the Dead.

I believe that no idiot would be willing to stay in such a place.

"Master, where are you taking me?"

Xiao Ran followed the monk forward, and the buildings in front of him became more and more bizarre. Buildings stood tall, with no distinction between up and down, left and right, and there were dense crowds of people above their heads, and the same was true on the left and right.

It felt like I was walking down, but in front of me there was a very long staircase going up.

"This is Chaos Street in the Dead City. I want to take you to see someone."

"Meet someone? Who?"

Xiao Ran didn't remember knowing anyone in the City of the Dead. If there was anyone, it was in Fengdu City.

His cheap junior fellow apprentice and that unlucky master were both there.

"Hahaha, you'll understand when you get there. I dare not say much."

Seeing that the monk didn't say anything, Xiao Ran didn't ask any more questions. He simply followed the monk and watched privately, just treating it as a sightseeing tour.

Not long after walking, the monk suddenly stopped and counted with his fingers. He seemed to have sensed something and grinned, saying, "So this is the cause and effect."

"What??"

Seeing that the monk was smiling without saying anything and had a mysterious look on his face, Xiao Ran looked at him puzzledly.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The big monk said nothing, pointing to the restaurant in front: "Donor, go ahead and head to the third floor. You will see an old man wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat. He is the one looking for you. He will explain your doubts."

"This... no, you just left? How can I go back?"

When Xiao Ran saw the monk was about to leave, he quickly reached out and grabbed his arm.

"No, no, I'll be back soon."

After the monk finished speaking, he smiled and said, "This rosary is still in your hands. If I leave, it will be a bargain for you, the donor."

"Rosary?"

Xiao Ran looked down and immediately blushed. It turned out that he had accidentally pulled the monk's rosary over to him.

But the big monk didn't mean to ask for it, he just urged: "Go upstairs quickly, the old man has a bad temper."

With that, the monk turned and left. Xiao Ran saw him leave and played with the rosary in his hand. He didn't know what material the rosary was made of, but it felt nice to the touch.

The whole body is like amber, with golden Sanskrit scriptures written on it.

Unfortunately, it is a soul now, without a physical body and without the assistance of spiritual clothes, so there is no way to check whether this thing is a cursed object.

Putting the rosary on his hand, Xiao Ran turned and walked towards the restaurants in front of him.

At this moment, four or five figures were sitting on the second floor of the restaurant drinking.

These men had strange looks. The leader had twelve eyes on his head, a big nose like an elephant, and a bloody mouth. He looked very scary.

The others also have strange appearances, such as the one next to him, who has a lion's head and a human body. His body is as red as charcoal, he has long hair (feathers), a pair of big feet like door panels, and a duck's mouth.

But there are also some who look relatively normal, with decent looks, young boys, and handsome features, but with a listless look on their faces.

The man with a lion head and duck beak drank a large bowl of wine, glanced around, saw the young man's expression, and immediately smiled evilly:
"Jiu Ming Jiao, I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that you stole the dog food from that old dog some time ago, and that little girl chased you and beat you, and even broke your tail?"

The others couldn't help but look over when they heard this.

The young man raised his head, sighed, and did not argue: "Bad luck, I thought the old dog was not at home, so I stole a portion for everyone to taste, but I didn't expect that my hand was bumped by the little girl just now."

As the young man spoke, he took out an incense burner from his sleeve, and with a flick of his finger, six vermilion pills fell out of it.

"That's all I have. Take one each, brothers."

"Hey, Brother Jiao, you are so generous."

Several people looked at the pills falling on the plate, their eyes turned red.

"Eating one of these is better than eating 100,000 people. I haven't seen this in years. It's a good thing."

"Only that old dog can have this blessing. Not to mention eating it, even smelling it can help prolong life."

"Brother Jiao, you are the only one among us who has such courage. If it were us, let alone stealing the old dog's elixir, even if we were to get close to his doghouse, our legs would be shaking."

The lion-headed and duck-billed man, who had just been teasing the boy, changed the subject and immediately bowed and praised the boy.

Even the dog food just now turned into an elixir. This shameless attitude made everyone despise him.

"This thing is very useful to us, but it's just a day's ration for that old dog. It's really unfair to Brother Jiao that his tail was broken..."

Several people carefully picked up the pills from the plate. They did not dare to eat them directly, and they had to take them back and refine them carefully.

Then they all started to defend the boy. Hearing this, the boy raised his hands and said, "I was just beaten. The girl didn't really hurt me. It's just this tail..."

The boy frowned and stopped talking.

After receiving the benefits, several people looked at each other in bewilderment when they saw him like this.

"Why? Did someone else do it? Who is so brave as to cut off your tail?"

"If it's that little girl, it's fine. We can only say that it's your fate, Brother Jiao. But if it's someone else, hmm, we brothers will turn this Wrongly Dead City upside down to find that person."

The young man sighed upon hearing this, raised the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp: "Forget it, it's just my bad luck. The person who hurt me must have already fled far away. It's not easy to find him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man looked forward suddenly.

Then I saw a familiar figure slowly walking up the stairs.

Seeing that appearance, that face, and that small body, the boy's eyes widened for a moment, and he quickly lowered his head, his face showing an expression of ecstasy that he could no longer suppress, and he pulled a few brothers over: "Hey guys, the chance to help me get revenge is here!!!"

(End of this chapter)