not scary story

Chapter 114

After a full meal, it was already early morning, Young Master Qiao finally let go, and agreed to set up an army tonight.

But what Yan Jiu didn't know was that as soon as he left his house, Qiao Yuan called Zhang Ruiyao.

"I want to borrow your dark crow." Qiao Yuan stated his purpose bluntly. The people over there were surprised, but they understood his purpose in a second: "Yan Jiu is going to the underworld again?"

"Well, this time he's going down to find someone, I need to keep an eye on him." Qiao Yuan roughly stated the purpose of this trip, firstly, Zhang Ruiyao must be by his side to borrow the Dark Crow, and secondly, if there is any accident, This person can also help.

Zhang Ruiyao looked at his itinerary and found that there was already a commission written on it. He pondered for a while, picked up a pen to draw it out, and then easily said to Qiao Yuan on the phone: "Okay, see you tonight."

Compared with making money, it is rare for Yan Jiu or Qiao Yuan to owe him a favor.Then again, these two have been dating for half a year, why haven't they broken up yet?

In the evening, two guests came to Yan's house.Yan Ling was very surprised, because besides Qiao Yuan, the other one was also shiny and didn't look like a mixed-race boy who lived in the same world as his son.

Yan Jiu's eyes widened. She never thought that Qiao Yuan would call her love rival over. It was only when Yan Ling looked at him suspiciously that she came to her senses: "Oh, oh, that...we haven't seen each other for a long time. , I want to play games all night. Mom, sleep with you, don't worry about us." He found an excuse with great difficulty, and sent Yan Ling back to the room.

The three big boys squeezed into Yan Jiu's ten-square-meter room, and it was difficult for them to move around, so they all dragged their shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed.

"Starting at twelve o'clock?" Zhang Ruiyao opened the cage and let the crow out.The dark crow flew to his shoulder, staring at Yan Jiu with gloomy eyes.

"...You two escort me down together?" Yan Jiu still didn't understand the reason why Zhang Ruiyao came.

Qiao Yuan propped his chin with one hand, and said lazily: "Yes, this time you are looking for the soul, not leading the way. The nature is different. What if you get lost and can't come back? I have to watch you."

Yan Jiu was a little moved: "Brother, you are really thoughtful!"

Qiao Yuan raised the corners of his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Lying in the center of the formation between the two of them, when Yan Jiu closed her eyes, a thought flashed across her: If one day, he can freely travel through the underworld without anyone's protection, is he still a guide? ?

The cold and desolate Huangquan Road is no longer as scary as it was the first time I saw it.

The moment Yan Jiu opened the gate of hell, he felt as if he was familiar with a new home. Even though the carvings on the gate of ghosts were still so terrifying, his attention would never fall on them again.

When the unknown becomes familiar, when you look at the things you are afraid of many times, and find that those things do not pounce on you or cause any harm to you as you imagined, then the fear of the unknown will no longer exist. .

Yan Jiu clutched the bronze mirror and stayed for a while before stepping into the ghost gate.

It is reasonable to say that even the messenger of the underworld cannot travel freely inside and outside the ghost gate, but Yan Jiu hid it in a thick coat in advance, and the ghost messenger is quite familiar with him, so he did not find a ghost crow was smuggled in.

After entering the door, Yan Jiu saw the black river again.

The corpses in the river have been swaying and swaying for hundreds of years, and I am the most swaying. The stone bridge across the river is not far from Yan Jiu.

Thinking of what happened last time, Yan Jiu carefully covered her figure with reeds, and slowly approached. After observing that there was no one on the bridge, she rushed over quickly, trying to cross the bridge as quickly as possible.

"How did you get up here?" An exclamation made Yan Jiu's hair stand on end, and when he was three meters away from the lower bridge, a tender white hand grabbed him.

The fleeing king realized that he hadn't dodged it. In a blink of an eye, he had already turned around, grabbed the hand instead, and begged tearfully: "Good sister, beautiful sister, you are so merciful and kind, can you let me go?"

Granny Meng looked him up and down, and found that she was not dressed like last time. She was even more surprised: "How did you get ashore? I sat here and waited for a long time, thinking you were drowned."

Yan Jiu was taken aback.

How did he get ashore?

In my memory, it seemed that after being pushed into the river by this woman, I returned to the underworld in the blink of an eye.Didn't he wake up with fright?

"I woke up after I fell..." He said dully, afraid that the other party would think it was fun to push him again.

"Impossible," Meng Po's eyes widened, the beauty was so full of momentum even when she was angry, "I will know any souls of life and death that come out of the Wangchuan River. Fish!" As he spoke, he seemed to think of another possibility, and his expression became subtle: "Unless you were sent back directly from the river..."

Yan Jiu stared at her blankly, and could only answer: "I don't know either."

"Could it be..." Granny Meng sized him up for a while, "Impossible, you are a mortal with a strong sense of worldliness, how could it be..."

...Is he an Indian Ah San?What can you feel on your body!

"I don't believe it, why don't you try again." As soon as Yan Jiu said this, she immediately threw her away and hid in a safe place.

"I can't try again! What if I'm really dead!" Yan Jiu yelled in horror.Is there anyone left to take care of such a wayward Granny Meng?He is a living soul!What if he was pushed into the Wangchuan River and drowned if he couldn't wake up?

"I'll get you up in time this time." Granny Meng stretched out her hand to pull him with a smile. Unexpectedly, the dark crow that jumped out of Yan Jiu's arms flapped its wings, and she took a few steps back unexpectedly. In this neutral gear, quickly rush down the bridge.

"You can't escape! Don't come back from here if you have the ability!" Po Meng roared angrily from behind.

Yan Jiu doesn't care about so much, 36 counts is the best plan, and as for the latter, take one step at a time.

This is the first time he has crossed the Wangchuan River. According to the map of the underworld that he saw at Fang's house, if he walks forward, he should be able to see the Ghost City and Fengdu City.

The dark crow has already flown back to his shoulder. In this gloomy and bitter underworld, its existence has replaced Qiao Yuan's existence. Thinking of this, Yan Jiu doesn't flinch even when there are lonely ghosts coming to talk to him by the roadside up.

Ghost City and Fengdu City are different boundaries.

Ghost markets are places where ghosts who haven't had their turn to reincarnate set up stalls to make some extra money.

Money is something that both Yin and Yang worlds need.Revenants can use money to bribe ghost messengers so that they can receive less punishment, or they can use money to exchange for the opportunity to reincarnate and leave this ghost place as soon as possible. What's more, they can earn a lot of money within decades of waiting for reincarnation. , so that I can choose a good seat when I come to reincarnate next time.

Many people think that if they burn more paper money for their ancestors, they will be able to make the other party have no worries about food and clothing.Little do they know that a person who did not accumulate virtue in life will be surrounded by evil spirits after death, and the paper money will be divided up before it reaches his hands.

Some of the things traded in the ghost market are common daily necessities, and some are pills or equipment that Yan Jiu has never seen before.It's just that prices are much higher.Yan Jiu looked at those people with [-] million denominations who could only exchange for a bag of steamed buns, and thought that this inflation was comparable to that in Zimbabwe.

However, he didn't have much thought to explore this weird ghost market. As a living soul, he relied on people from the underworld to protect his aura. Once the magic circle failed, he would face the danger of being eaten by ghosts.

Crossing the ghost market is Fengdu City. It is said that Yan Luo Palace is inside, Yan Jiu quickened his pace, thinking to quickly find Chen Xutao's book of life and death to see if he has been reincarnated.

But how can ordinary people enter the Hall of Yama?

Fierce ghost guards are guarding the door, not to mention going in to find the book of life and death, even the door is not allowed to approach at will.

Yan Jiu squatted in an unoccupied corner outside Yan Luo Hall, rubbed and burned the last ghost painting talisman left by Bai Wuchang, and after a while, Bai Wuchang appeared in front of him with a helpless face.

"You actually came here alone?" Bai Wuchang was also surprised, "Since when did you start acting so bold?"

"I want to ask you one thing." Yan Jiu clenched his fists to calm himself down.

When Bai Wuchang heard that he was going to go to the judge to look up the book of life and death, he shook his head so much that his white top hat was about to fall off: "Never, never."

"Just taking a look, it doesn't have any effect?" Yan Jiu was not reconciled, he had already come here, and he had to find out the trace of that person no matter what.

"The judge is very difficult to deal with. It is not easy to find him to do business on weekdays." Bai Wuchang continued to shake his head.

"You can exchange any terms you want!" Yan Jiu became anxious, and made all kinds of promises, "Whether it's collecting ghosts for you, or helping you, I can do it! As long as you let me see him!"

"Exchange?" Bai Wuchang raised his eyebrows, "How about exchanging your merits?"

Before Yan Jiu could hesitate, Ming Crow flapped its wings and let out a long cry.

Then they found stacks of coins appearing at Yan Jiu's feet.

Yes, pile after pile, these ghost coins appeared out of thin air, as if they were self-propagating, from a small pile to a big pile, and then to half a meter high, and finally so many that even Yan Jiu was frightened, one person and one ghost Staring blankly at the one-meter-high Mingbi Mountain, I don't know what happened.

Although it was not the first time for Bai Wuchang to see so much money, there were also little ghosts around who noticed the abnormality here, but none of them dared to lean over and fight for it.

In other words, all of these ghost coins belonged to Yan Jiu.

If there are still people in Yangjian who continue to burn, then Yan Jiu is a proper cash machine.

Bai Wuchang looked back at Yan Jiu, who was still in a daze, and said, "I'll take it back, and keep the merits for yourself. With this money, you can say anything."

Money can make ghosts grind, this saying applies to any ghost.

Don't say that ghosts who are officials don't need money, ghost officials who have died for thousands of years and have no one to worship them are the most miserable.

Yan Jiu finally understood, and smiled foolishly at Ming Crow.

On a certain open wasteland in Yangjian, a fire was burning vigorously.Yang Si flipped through the unburned paper money in the fire with a wooden stick, and muttered: "I'm almost burning out, should it be enough?"

Even during the Ching Ming Festival, no family would burn a hundred catties of paper money to the ancestors in the underground at one time. This can be regarded as a sudden wealth for Yan Jiu, which attracted the attention of ghosts and messengers.

Bai Wuchang couldn't hold so many ghost coins at all, and in the end he was dragged into the Hall of Yama with the help of ghost messengers.

After waiting for a long time, Bai Wuchang finally walked out with a smile on his face.Apparently the judge inside did not embarrass him, and he also brought good news: "People have not reincarnated, they are still waiting."

Yan Jiu almost shed tears. "Where is he?"

"Who knows?" Bai Wuchang folded his sleeves and looked at him pitifully: "Actually, many souls waiting to be reincarnated have already drank Mengpo soup. They don't have any memory, they just know to wait here. Even if you find it, he I can’t remember you either, is there still a need to look for it?”

"...Yes," Yan Jiu's face was pale, but his eyes were extremely firm, "He still exists, as long as he has not been reincarnated, his soul is my father, so I have to find him."

Bai Wuchang stopped talking.