Chapter 14:

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"I'm new to the job, I'm not familiar with the road, please point me to it!" Lan He looked like the silly man, urged.
The wild ghosts are stupid, thinking that the road is unfamiliar, haven't you died yet...
He glanced at the hat on his head and the mask on his face. He remembered that there had been a rumor that there were more "come masters" on duty in the capital of Beijing, and his temper was a little weird. I was afraid that he would not be the one in front of me. trouble.
"This, this...I don't deserve Huangquan Road, I just know that it's about Chenghuang Temple going out and taking three and a half steps."
Lan He asked: "Three and a half steps? Which way to go?
The wild ghost was confused and said: "It is the direction of Yincao Difu."
He couldn't explain clearly, after all, he had never been there. Even gradually doubting Lan He's identity, his neck stretched out longer and longer, revealing an expression that wanted to see Lan He's documents.
"Look, I'm crazy." Lan He raised his voice, and the other party immediately retracted his neck, pretending that nothing had happened.
No matter, go to the City God Temple first, but Lan He knows where it is, and corresponds to Yangjian. He hooked the old ghost and hurried to the City God Temple.
There are also some idle city God Temple officials at the gate of the temple. These are also colleagues of Lan He, but they are local, usually collecting local ghosts. Lan He is directly under Taishan Yinji.
Lan He knew that Yin Yan was lazy and did not dare to entrust the old ghost to them. "Excuse me, is it from here on Huangquan Road-I am new from Dongyue Yinsi, the road is not yet familiar."
Yin Yin nodded stunnedly, and said that they were fresh enough. When they headed back to their peers, they asked where the headquarters was, and they were new enough to be confused. But still subconsciously pointed to a certain direction, but the direction of each Yin Shi refers to different.
It stands to reason that impermanence goes to Huangquan Road, without the need for other people and ghosts to trouble...
Lan He saw that they were pointing in different directions. If she was thinking, she pulled the old ghost and walked in one direction: "Let me go to Jiuquan!"
He stepped out in one step, and it was dark in front of him. Then he walked two more steps. The surrounding environment began to be shadowy and distorted. The last step just lifted his right foot, and the surroundings changed. Looking down, his left foot was already on a loess road. .
If it is loess, it is better to say that it is yellow mud. It has been seeping muddy water and is rugged. It is really not a good way to go.
Huangquan Road is long and deep, and there are many ghosts on the road, all moving in one direction. Some of them are still holding cattle and horses, about the paper that their family burned to them, and some have committed crimes and have been escorted.
Lan He dragged the old ghost all the way and yelled, "Brother Yan! Brother San!"
Huang Quan Road had no voice at all. Lan He's shouts were particularly prominent. Those pale ghosts all turned back and looked over. Some of them were peers, and their faces were pale. Occasionally, the two extended their hands and pointed forward, as if instructing him to be still ahead.
"Thank you!" Lan He waved his hands wildly, and could not care so much, rushing forward.
The time of the prefecture is longer than that of the world. In the extended time, Lan He did not know how long he ran before he would catch up with Yan San in front of a big city.
The city walls are high, and the seal is engraved with "Yudu" on the gate. It is the underground underworld, the underworld capital, and there are two Tsing Yi ghosts guarding the gate, wandering into the city.
Yan San was talking to one of the Tsing Yi ghost officials, and he also shared some of his money. He was still drunk, and he didn't seem to notice that he had lost a ghost.
"Brother Yan." Lan He patted Yan San's shoulder from the back. Yan San was very dull and never looked back.
Lan He pulled Yan San to the side and whispered, "You have fallen a ghost."
"Xiao Lai?" Yan San rubbed his eyes, slowed down half a beat before digesting Lan He, the wine was frightened, picked up his own soul, and found that the end was broken somehow, murmured, "No It’s not good, the soul-stirring cable is broken, and I will return to life for another quarter of an hour.
He looked at the old ghost of Lan He Gou and laughed angrily, "Okay, I said why you are so attentive, what are you doing in the wine, and dare to break the hook?"
To tell the truth, the old ghost was half-stunned by Lan He's fist before, and he was dragged on the road again, and now he was not particularly sober. He looked at Yan San and looked at him contemptuously, "Hehe!"
Yan San was furious: "You dare to smirk!"
Old ghost: "?"
He looked at Lan He resentfully, and Lan He knocked him out, causing him to laugh out of control!
Lan He raised his fist, watching the other party counseling, and said to Yan San: "Don't be busy teaching him... I will try it."
He was also not sure. He took the five-color rope sent by Liu Liuyang from his hand, took out a piece of paper from his arms, rubbed it a few times, wrapped it on his head, blackened it with a pen, and continued After Yan San's soul-searching.
With such tinkering, all of a sudden it looked good again.
Yan San was surprised and happy, and he picked up: "Can this be done?"
He looked at Lan He in astonishment. This was not just a money printing machine, but also an arsenal!
He couldn't help but ask: "Do you want to change jobs? No, it should be transferred to the capital. Dongyue Yinsi is called Yinsi. If it is plain, it is one of the ten palaces. How can the development be better than the capital."
Unexpectedly, Yan Sange and Lao Bai are only superficial brothers, and they dig corners privately...
But Lan He didn't even want to do his job, let alone change jobs.
Lan He smiled, "You are so kind, aren't you kind?"
Yan San was not ashamed at all, "Public is public, private is private."
Is this sentence used this way? Lan He ignored: "I borrowed this paper from the Yangyang police, and it should be available for a while. It's the first time I'm doing this thing. You'll get back to life before you talk."
Yan Sanxi said, "Okay, okay, Xiaolai saved me today, otherwise the judge might not punish me."
Lan He hesitated and said: "The third brother still has to pay attention to some of them, otherwise he can be drunk once and then twice."
But it's not that he has encountered good people like him every time.
"Yes... remember, remember," Yan San smiled shyly, and tied the escaped old ghost to his new continuation rope, and wiped his face, "Daen thanked you, and turned to you to drink!"
"Go." Lan He also relieved and watched him enter the city.
Yan San's figure submerged in the ghost, Lan He turned around, but felt that the clothing corner was tripped.
He looked down...well, there should not be many paper donkeys lame in the underworld.
"Why are you here?" Lan He was quite surprised, and immediately raised his head to look around. Since the little lame donkey was, then he--
In the overlap of countless ghosts, I saw a tall man in black standing in the city, walking against the ghost entering the city, and it was particularly conspicuous. He happened to look over, and his eyes were far away.
Is it really him?
Lan He did not expect to be able to meet Song Futan again here. The first two times were still soulless. This time, it was so unlucky that he was brought to the city. This time, he will not really die.
Lan He led the little lame donkey into the city gate. Before approaching, Song Futan stared at him. The first sentence was: "I'm not dead."
Lan He: "..."
"Hahaha." Lan He laughed. "We all met for the third time. Why do I want to ask you every time, are you dead?"
Song Futan looked at him with some helplessness...
In fact, almost two months have passed since they last met, from spring to summer. Bye bye, he seemed to be alive at once-but the truth is that he is currently on the verge of dying.
"Let's say, how come you are here this time. It's really only half a step away from death here." Lan He asked.
Song Futan is not the first living person to come here. Some of the souls have been wrong, and they will come here, and they are not 100% correct in doing impermanent things.
Some good luck met the city god, the judge, etc., quickly sorted out the misunderstandings, and could go back in time, and they came to life. Lack of luck, too late to go through the procedure, it will be miserable, you can only go to the city of death, after all, the soul is too long away from the body, and there is no way to return to the sky.
"He said," Song Futan explained briefly.
It is common for him to gather around ghosts, but this time he encountered an extraordinarily sly demon. Although he was unable to confuse him or move him, he managed to secretly tie him behind the ghost hook. Pulled to Huang Quan.
Song Futan couldn't get rid of it, but fortunately, the little lame donkey dragged him all the way, and then he went to the front of the ghost to jump, and then he was able to get away. It's just that the ghost ghost didn't know whether he was in a hurry to regain his life or be lazy.
Song Futan touched the rosary beneath her clothes, which was like the Pearl of the Night when she arrived. You only heard him faintly, only to hear him say: "I haven’t waited until the Chenghuang or the magistrate. Hell is better than going to the dead city."
"You art master is bold!" Lan He listened to him, although the tone was calm, but he knew the thrill.
And he didn't only encounter such things once or twice, but was constantly harassed, and a little carelessness, endangered his life, and he was always on the verge of life and death.
It's no wonder that everyone has arrived in Huangquan, and can still be so calm...
"It's still risky to try hard, let's try it with me." Lan He pondered, he was also impermanent anyway, maybe he could mix it up.
Song Futan was half hesitant and immediately agreed.
...
Lan He originally wanted to ask Yan San, but what was the way, but Yan San went back to life. Writing to Lao Bai, he was busy again. Song Futan has been wandering here for a long time, but he didn't even want to break into it. The time was not enough. Lan He decided to go directly.
He used the soul-wounding cable to wrap around Song Futan, and the little lame donkey followed, and walked outside the city.
It's easy to get out of the city and hard to get out of the city, and when Lan He changed the angle outwards, he found that the road was completely different when he came. Although it was still loess and muddy, its orientation was different. It should be to prevent the ghost from running away.
At the door, two watching the lazy Tsing Yi government officials stopped them. Most of them entered the city and few left the city. Most of them had errands. Song Futan was particularly conspicuous. They pointed to Song Futan and said: "Ghosts can't get out of the city! "
Lan He said indifferently: "Sorry, this is the soul I brought. I made a mistake and was about to send him back."
The ghost man looked at Lan He, but it was a ghost. One of them asked: "But can I leave the program and give me a guide?"
Sure enough, even if Lan He is a ghost, he still has to go through the process, and it is very cumbersome. The regular road is hung with the image of Yan Luo, and the following three seals are stamped, which are the impressions of King Yan Luo, Youdu City God, and the county government.
Song Futan couldn't wait.
Lan He didn't panic, she brightened her literary slogan, "Sorry, I'm the impermanence of Dongyue Yinsi. I'm here to find impermanence and strictness. This ghost was just brought by my fault. I accidentally came in. To report an error, I have to go back to Dongyue to report it. Two of you, I saw that you have also spoken with Brother San Yan before. Everyone knows, please be comfortable."
Lan He stuffed some ingots in the past, but fortunately he was ready to put a little bit on his body at any time in order to be unfilial.
One of the Tsing Yi ghost man collected the ingot, and when he looked at the color, he was happy, "It turned out to be Dongyue Yinsi, it seems that your recent harvest is good. We usually work very hard..."
Lan He generous, but he suddenly greedy, feeling that this ingot is not enough.
When he said this, his feet were still, still stopped at the door, looking at Lan He with hints.
Lan He was speechless for a while. "Actually, it wasn't too mixed up, since it made him wait in the city again."
He stretched out his hand silently, to pick the ingot in the hands of the wealthy man.
Guilin: "..."
Lan He: "..."
But let go... If you don't do anything, you still have to pay for it, Lan He stepped up his efforts to continue pulling...
The wealthy ghost man shouted, "Dad, be slow!"
Lan He: "???
The wealthy ghost officer laughed twice, took advantage of Lan He, and quickly put the ingot into his arms.
Lan He: "........."
Greedy Ghost Hippie smiled and said: "Everyone belongs to Yin Cao, why should you be so nervous. Isn't it that you have the wrong soul, as long as you write down a certificate to keep it, so as not to have trouble in the future, I don't know where to find you. ."
"It's easy to say." Lan He's spirit was revitalized, and the proof of writing was completely fine. Song Futan was originally a soul.
But at this time, another Tsing Yi ghost man who had not made a sound said: "Wait, he is equipped with Buddha beads, how could it be the soul of your Dongyue Yinsi?"
The rosary was still gleaming when it reached the ground, and it was out of step with the shadowy gathering of ghosts, which could not be concealed.
Lan He's speech was for a while, really, although everyone is now a group, but the rules of the rivers and lakes, by default, have a ghost of a clear belief, and each has its own treatment on the bright side.
How can this be explained...
"This is not a Buddhist bead, it's my literary string." Song Futan was coldly speaking at this time, he lifted his chin slightly, his tone could not be doubted.
"..." Lan He slowly turned his head to look at him, a little bit wanting to laugh.
The Tsing Yi ghost man said in amazement: "What, it is still diffusing the Buddha's light, it must be held by a monk with profound Dharma before it can become a magic weapon!"
"Then I don't know. I bought it." Song Futan put his hands behind his back, looking at his cold eyebrows and quiet tone, which made it difficult for him to refute the idea. "This is Buddha light? I thought it was the former master plate. The gloss of the pulp coming out."
Tsing Yi ghost man: "..."
Lan He laughed wildly and said, "Just, yeah, he's a fan of skewers. It has nothing to do with faith. Brother, the money has also been collected. Prove it to you, can you let me go back to life?"
The wealthy ghost man scratched his head and felt unable to refute, "This... let's go."
The other ghost man stared at them fiercely, and said, "Is such a small amount of money as the face of Dongyue Yinsi? Want to set foot on Huangquan Road of my local government? Know what is called Huangquan Road, Guimenguan, ten people Nine hard to come back."
The more he thought about Lan He, the more he felt that he was different from the other, not for money.
Moreover, I didn't even know when I was around, and I gathered a lot of ghosts to watch the excitement, and whispered, mixed with keywords such as yin and local government.
I want to come to the two companies, although they have already been merged and merged, and there are ghosts and friendships, but there is always friction, and ghosts are different.
Lan He wanted to understand, and immediately said: "Dongyue Yinsi can't be represented by thousands of people, but why can't Huangquan Road get on casually?"
Although he hadn't been in the job for a long time and had no sense of belonging, Lao Bai was not filial, but he couldn't pit Lao Bai and let the ghost take the opportunity to scold Dongyue Yinsi. Besides, is he not tempered yet?
Therefore, Lan He continued: "I don't have anything else, and the money is enough. Since there is a lack of money, I can donate money to help build Huangquan Road-you are all muddy on the road, it's too bad. To build the road before getting rich Have you heard?"
Tsing Yi ghost man: "???
All the onlookers laughed out loud. Huangquan Road's difficulty is not a hundred or two hundred years' thing. It's intentional not to repair. This Dongyue impermanence is so misrepresented that his mouth can be damaged!
Before he finished, Lan He smiled badly: "So I am always qualified to go on the road. But according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, should Huangquan Road also be renamed to Laoye Road, as a thank you?"
Tsing Yi ghost man: "..."