He walked into hell with his hair and entered the door Qi Lechuan said in advance that he could not speak, otherwise his popularity would dissipate and he would easily be possessed by ghosts.

Hell seems to be no different from the world, but it seems that it has been a few years since the gap, and all kinds of strange-shaped ghosts float around along the way, stinging and terrifying.

Finally, I stopped in front of a house. The house was built very strangely. Wuxie could tell at a glance that it was a tomb structure and was surrounded by gloomy.

Qi Lechuan knocked on the door.

The door creaked, revealing a gap. Looking inside from the outside, two coffins suddenly lifted up, and white and black figures came out from the inside.

The two brothers, Hei and Bai Wuchang, grew up with a baby face, while Hei and Wuchang were born with a cold and ruthless face, and everyone seemed to owed him money.

Wuxie was amazed at his tongue, which was different from what was drawn on the drawings. They were said to be hanged ghosts with long tongues, extremely ugly, and could restrain their souls. They were messengers of the underworld.

Qi Lechuan handed the black jar to Bai Wuchang, "This is a ghost. If it is disobedient, you will whip it with a mourning stick and press it on the Wangchuan River to cleanse the soul. If it is peaceful, keep it, and leave it to the King of Hell to deal with it."

The things in the jar gently hit the wall of the jar, indicating that it does not want to be wiped out yet.

After the explanation, Hei Wuchang did not react at all, and even had a righteous spirit, "You are using lynching."

Bai Wuchang smiled and bumped into Lao Hei, "It's not a lynching. Xiao Baye gave us the ghost spirit here, not to help us."

Qi Lechuan nodded with satisfaction, but Lao Bai said.

Hei Wuchang wanted to refute, so Bai covered his mouth, "Just Eighth Master walked slowly."

Looking at the backs of Qi Lechuan and Wuxie leaving, Bai Wuchang breathed a sigh of relief and then let go, "Old Hei, you want to die. Even if she brings a bomb, we have to continue. The ghost king is hanging around her neck!"

Hei Wuchang was upright and straight, so he rolled his eyes and left, calling Bai Wuchang a snob.

Bai Wuchang scolded him for not knowing how to adapt.

After finishing the work, he returned the same way. Wuxie looked much better than when he came, and he had a strong ability to accept.

The ferryman was still waiting for them. When he saw them coming back, he greeted him warmly, "Mr. Xiaoba, Xiao3, are you going back now?"

"Go back..." Qi Lechuan's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he suddenly took action without any lightning. The spirit wood hairpin passed through a pounced water ghost. She raised her foot and kicked it into the river.

In an instant, the water ghosts surrounded and ate the injured water ghosts.

Then the spirit wood hairpin was thrown out of the water again, Qi Lechuan took it steadily, took out a tissue and wiped it on the boat.

On the side, Wuxie's face, which had just recovered, changed back, and Qi Lechuan really gave him three views everywhere.

The ferryman shook his head and said, "The fittest is still the same thing, "Survival of the fittest."

Anyone can have the idea of ​​reaching the sky in one step, but they also have the intention to fall back to hell.

Wuxie recovered from his senses and stepped onto a bamboo raft. His feet were unstable and almost fell into the river.

Qi Lechuan raised his hand and held her hand, and Wuxie suddenly raised his eyes. Her hands were like tenderness and her skin was like cream. She didn't want to be a big man at all, but a girl.

He glanced at her chest and pressed down his suspicion. It wasn't nonsense, he was obviously a good brother.

When Qi Lechuan saw that he was stable, she let go. She didn't have so many ideas. Wuxie looked around carefully and finally decided that Qi Lechuan was a fortune teller, so it was normal to take care of his hands.

In addition, her innate conditions are so good that it is difficult to distinguish between male and female face. Wuxie concluded that she is a man, but she is only young.

It was already dawn when they returned to the top. As soon as the two of them sat down for breakfast, the fat man rushed from outside the city. The stall was on the street, which was a coincidence.

The three of them had breakfast together and then parted ways.

On the way back, Wuxie told the fat man about his experience.

The fat man didn't take it seriously at all, thinking that the storyline scared him, he said, "Oh, don't make a fuss, tell you, I'm going to be on the road outside the city, guess who I've met."

Wuxie followed his words and asked, "Who?"

"Jude Kao and Aning, they also came to Changsha City." The fat man gritted his teeth as soon as he mentioned it. If it weren't for their intervention, he would have gotten the things below.

Wuxie said "yes" and didn't care too much, and continued to tell the fat man about his going on.

He looked serious and serious, "I really entered the underworld, and the Ten Palaces of Hell are greeted by the Gate of Hell. That scene is really hard to meet even if I die."

The fat man frowned, patted his shoulder, and said, "Another nonsense, the director of the mental hospital will come to greet you later."

"It's true, I went with Lechuan." Wuxie Dao.

OK, Fat Master curled his lips and learned to him, "I went with Lechuan." After learning, he said again, "That's no wonder he's talking nonsense."

Wuxie can't explain it, so he can only give up.

The fat man couldn't say he didn't believe it, he didn't believe it at all. He thought that Qi Lechuan had cursed Wuxie, but weren't they friends anymore?

It shouldn't be.

Qi Lechuan returned to the Qi family's old house and it was dawn.

Still, at the door, two people, a ruler.

She was numb and she didn't go home at night again, so she should be punished.

After two rounds of interrogation, she was acquitted.

Qi Lechuan breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't dare to say that she would be beaten by Zhang Rishan when she took Wuxie.

Fortunately, Qi Jiujiu understood the matter and did not complain.

Summer is coming, and it is not suitable for going out on the hot weather, but Qi Lechuan couldn't sit still and checked a lot of news on the road.

But people could never find it, and Mao Qingshan's little ghost was gone. She rubbed her temples and looked out the window, feeling a little irritable.

Qi Jiujiu was lying on the swing under the banyan tree, shaking it from time to time, feeling very uncomfortable.

Hei Ye went out recently, and Zhang Rishan was always invited by senior officials in Changsha to take a seat.
Chapter completed!