Chapter 61: What is hell

On the rooftop, a daze.
"what is this?!"
Han Shaoling's eyes were staring out of his eyes. Unconsciously, his hands shattered the stone fence in front of him.
The beautiful and sharp flame marks stayed in the air for a long time, as if mocking his ignorance and stupidity.
For a long while, he turned his head very slowly, his eyes questioned, and looked close to Sang.
Sang shrugged innocently and spread his hands innocently: "Little girl always surprises people."
Han Shaoling tried his best to suppress it, but the voice still inevitably shivered slightly: "Who is that man?"
Sang Bujin smiled and sold Guanzi: "Hanzhou King does not have to be anxious. When he is married, it will be clearly stated on the wedding invitation."
No one would guess that this man who gave birth to a pair of fire wings was actually a wood-based strong man.
"This is really!" The white queen girl who didn't faint, howled in a timely manner. "If I can find a flying man to be a husband, how can I be regarded as a common man! What a of flames!"
Qin Wushuang's face was shocked with joy: "The ancestors and ancestors have spirits..." This is probably a peerless thigh on their arms? !
Han Shaoling grinned contemptuously, and then stepped down the platform calmly.
He walked hurriedly, wanting to send orders as soon as possible, and sent someone to chase down the winged birdman-if this person is not removed, he will be in serious trouble.
But He Sang was not close, Yun Xuzhou, and the Qin family brothers and sisters, they were entangled tightly with him, and caught him to ask this question. It was a quarter of an hour later.
Where can I find traces of winged people?
...
Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
After making a big circle in the capital city, You Wuming escaped into the backyard of this brothel.
Sang looked at the scene in front of him from afar, and looked a little stunned, thinking that the dream had returned to the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea.
I saw fake corals, snails, and shells with exquisite workmanship on the ground. Between the blue and blue false scenes, two rows of pretty ladies were cruising, all wearing silver glittering transparent gauze, with colorful backs behind them. The shell fan, carrying the seaweed-like silk ribbon in his elbow, danced, dazzling, thinking that he had entered the underwater world by mistake.
They sing and dance, the long tone, with the sound of Ding Ding Dong Dong, has a deep sea style.
A woman with ordinary looks and extraordinary temperament has long been waiting for a long time. She greeted Yuming Wuming, respectfully nodding her head, and said: "Master, everything is ready, only waiting for the news of Han Palace."
The look is not half-slick. Sang far thought, this must be the owner of Xiaoxiang.
"Well." You Wuming nodded indifferently, taking Sang far to an ordinary big tile house.
When the thick wooden door closed, it immediately seemed to fall into another world, and no sound could be heard outside.
The light also disappeared.
You Mingming popped a blaze of fire and lit the candle in the house.
Sang looked around, and saw that the furnishings were extremely simple. A huge Taishi chair was placed behind the huge black wooden desk, and a book shelf stood on the side. The books on the shelf were untouched for years. .
He was about to speak, and suddenly he was hugged from behind.
With strong arms around her, he leaned forward to her ear: "Changing."
It seems to have some hints, but it seems not.
She panicked for a moment, and asked, "Will you go back to Han Palace to do something bad?"
"Hmm." His voice and breath pressed against her neck and moved slowly down.
The big palm ringed in front of her simply untied her ice blue silk yarn.
He picked her up and put it on the huge black wooden desk.
The forehead touches the forehead, the tip of the nose touches the tip of the nose.
He was serious: "Lin's death was full of grievances, but the culprit, Zuo Hengping, was easily let go by Han Shaoling because of his outstanding ability. Now he is the state of Hanzhou. The surname Zuo has been proud for too long, and he should almost die. Opportunity, let Lin Youyi, oh, the owner of Xiaoxiang Museum, bring the personal evidence to Han Shaoling, and sing grievances in front of the kings and daughters of the princes of the kingdoms.
Sang was blushing brightly, catching his tumbling hand.
The mouth clearly said such a serious thing, but the action was not at all serious.
He backhanded her wrists and continued: "Zuo Heng's defense is tight. Only by letting the mussels open the way first, and then get some shells, can the Lin family and the evidence be sent in-the Fan Xiaoxiang Hall The things sent by the Lord will be carefully checked by Zuo Hengping. When he examines the mussels, she will use the power of the Wu people's blood to tell him that all these seafood are safe and there will be no problems. The impact can always be achieved."
He looks very proud.
"When it was time for the feast, Han Shaoling came back and found that they were singing the original injustice of Lin's destruction, and it was too late. You see, there are so many valuable guests, and Zuo Hengping's seat must be far away from Han Shaoling. When the "personal witness" stepped forward to block Han Shaoling, it was convenient for the Xiaoxiang Pavilion Master to directly assassinate. By then, the evidence was also announced to the world, and Zuo Hengping also died. Han Shaoling had no reason to severely punish him.
"And then?" she asked.
She didn't believe that You Wuming was helping her when he saw the road-he just didn't benefit from it.
He began to deal with her tunic.
He bent his eyes like a fox, with dark light flowing in his dark eyes: "Then we will do something bad while chaotic. There is so much trouble there, Han Shaoling must not be able to take care of such a little mess."
He said that, he had already started to do bad things to her.
She was pressed on her desk on her back, and the cold wood touched her back. She anxiously said: "Cold!"
"It won't be cold anytime soon." You Wuming smirked and folded over.
Behind him spread light wings.
He tore off the transfiguration, and the dark flame reflected the extremely beautiful face, and the corners of his lips evoked an aggressive smile, locking her firmly in his arms.
With a faint scent of hot flowers coming to her, her head was a little faint, and her breath gradually became chaotic.
He threw away his clothes and said: "Little Sanguo, I know you miss me and think hard. Here, let's make up first, huh? Anyway, you have to change clothes."
Speaking like this, the breath is extremely unstable.
Saying ‘you miss me’, but everyone knows that what he thinks is actually ‘I miss you thinking hard’.
The temperature of her body rose rapidly, and she was also stained with a pale color.
Her black hair was scattered on the black wooden desk, and there was a touch of red in the white skin, which caused people to float.
The lifeless breath has been completely disturbed, with black deep sea and dark fire burning in the eyes.
He leaned down, caught her, and turned the desk into a happy place.
Her spine and elbow hit the desk, and the solid wood dangled her bones.
"You're lifeless, your back hurts," she complained. "You bully people!"
"Little Mulberry," he gritted his teeth, and his grin broke into the bone marrow. "Today I deliberately bullied you."
So he really bullied her even more.
If she didn't want to be carried back by the wood, she could only climb like a vine on a tree, tightly grasping his extremely powerful body.
The fatal grin is more proud.
After one experience, he gradually found a way.
When the emotions were hard to control, he stopped and touched her cheeks, forehead and chin with his lips, and said a few ups and downs.
Although it is a bit stumbled, the effect is extremely significant-compared to the pure rookie period when he did not dare to tell a cold joke, he now has such a little bit of old flowers bullying the little girl.
"Xiao Sanguo, you are really killing people!" When he stopped again, he sighed bitterly.
He is killing people. Whenever there is a tight moment, he has a sudden stop, which makes her unable to keep up.
She couldn't bear it, hugged his head, raised her face, and kissed him carefully.
In the meantime, he exhaled like blue: "Yu Wuming, I like you more than any moment, your temperature, your taste, and your..."
She told him the unfinished words in body language.
You Wuming was stunned for a moment. After the black eyes turned half a circle, they suddenly heard a violent roar in his mind.
The emotion was completely out of control in an instant, and the lips and lips unconsciously raised a grin. He hugged her, and the love was like a huge wave, which drowned the two.
"Little Mulberry, you asked for it..."
For a while, he thought he was really crazy.
When he recovered, the man in his arms had closed his eyes tightly, and he was almost out of breath.
He is not much better himself. The heart was beating frantically, and the ultimate satisfaction was enough to make him want to die now. He hugged her tightly and just wanted to give her everything while embedding her in his flesh and blood.
For a while, he couldn't tell who was bullying.
...
Two quarters later, the two finally changed their clothes.
She leaned against him, her eyes soft and her cheeks red.
The pride between You Wuming's brows and eyes couldn't be suppressed. He leaned his chin slightly, let her hold his arms, raised her eyebrows, stretched her lips, and walked out of the house very chicly.
A little ember in the corner burned out the used clothes and silk cloth.
He peeped at her, and saw her lazy eyes, and the sadness and fragility deep in his eyes seemed to have faded a lot. He couldn’t help but feel a little self-satisfied, thinking:'Since Xiao Sanguo discovered that his life experience was a problem in Sangzhou , Emotions are often unstable, mourning has been hidden, tears are easily dropped, crying and laughing like a little lunatic. Fang Cai didn't say goodbye to Sang. People pretended to be happy, but actually quietly red eyes, when I don't know. Oh, thanks to me, I gave her such extreme happiness in time, let her forget some sadness. ’
He glanced at her again and thought straightforwardly, ‘I need to help her more in the future. Yes, it is not that I greet her, but that she needs me. ’
Sang looked away from him far away, and saw that his dark eyes were slowly turning, his expression was very firm, and he seemed to be very reliable.
...
Seeing You Wuming coming out of the house, Lin Youyi, the owner of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, stepped forward and said, "Master, when you receive the news, you enter the palace at the end of the day."
"Well, let go and do it." You Wuming took two steps, squinting rare, smiling, and said emptyly, "Good luck."
Lin Youyi stunned: "Thank you Lord."
Soon, You Wuming took Sang far away, and got into the prop car of the palace.
He put on his black clothes, lazily bent one knee, sat in a large shell, and hugged her across the body.
He clasped her hands and made her hurt.
"Sanguo," he said, "the environment there is too bad, and you keep yelling for backaches, and then you're in a hurry."
She glanced at him and said, "Uh huh."
He rolled his eyes slowly and stared at her for a while. When she saw that she was still a little lost, she proudly raised the corner of her lips and took her closer into her arms.
He dropped his head and kissed her forehead, and touched her lips again.
Afterwards, she felt a slight palpitation.
During that confusion, the two people were a bit unconscious, their body instincts covered everything, and their minds were numb, but they felt okay. On the contrary, when you are awake, your eyes will touch and your breath will occasionally collide, which will make you panic.
"I want to take you to a place," he said.
His tone was a little serious, and she couldn't help but concentrate, and looked at him seriously.
Intuition tells her that she will discover his new secret again.
The horse and carriage slowly entered Han Palace.
Sang leaned far and away lazily, looking through the tulle over the top of the carriage, watching the sky gradually darken.
"It's back again." She sighed, "I really don't like it here."
"Don't come back again." He said coolly.
She knew he had come to do this. That Jinbei, but she was lucky, picked up a treasure.
She buried her head in his arms and surrounded him, saying, "Okay."
She leaned against him, thinking secretly that without him, she would hide her tears and fragility as before, raise her head, and march forward. Now there is one more person, who are all carrying misfortune and suffering, like two little bugs in the cold night, snuggling together to warm each other, making each other's eyes and ears, relying on each other, it is a rare luck.
Thinking like this, he secretly tightened his arm around him again.
...
The palace banquet usually lasts two to three hours.
Occasionally overnight.
The owner of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion received the order and went all the way to the inner court with props and horses.
A group of people stopped in the lonely reserve palace. There are piles of some used in the banquets of previous years, which will probably not be used again, but throw away things that I feel sorry for so temporarily left, and there is a messy and cold atmosphere everywhere.
The dancers, led by the host of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, walked towards the banquet hall. The attendants moved away the huge fake corals and shells, and did not notice that there were two figures who quietly escaped into the palace wall by the night. In the shadows.
The flames on the Wuming Wing have been sent and received freely. When you fly down the Fengtian High Platform today, you need a cool effect to ignite the raging flames deliberately. Acting low-key at the moment, a pair of wings will not be able to behave properly, only a little dark firelight is faintly carried, carrying Sang far away, silently flying between the palace wall and the willow branches.
Although this place is within the scope of the inner court, it is not an important palace, and the preparation is extremely slack. The guards sent here have almost the meaning of pension. You Wuming repeatedly wiped the back of the guard, and no one noticed the difference.
Not long afterwards, he took Sang far away to a secluded place without knowing it.
The sacrificial pit of the sacrificial sacrifice.
It has been a few days since the sacrifice, but close to here, Sang still felt unwell.
After all, for thousands of years, every year there will be a young girl in this place where blood is bleed to death. The deposited breath has long been unable to dissipate, and the air seems to be able to smell the cry of injustice.
In such a place, no one will set foot in peacetime.
Only the temple of priests would symbolically send a few people to guard.
He bowed over her ear and said lowly: "Are you afraid?"
She shook her head.
He bent down, put Jun's face in front of her, and said seriously: "Little Mulberry, it's not a good place there."
She nodded.
"That's real hell." He said.
She stared into his eyes: "What's in hell?"
"Bloody, rotted ground." His eyes flashed slightly.
She hesitated for a moment: "Then... will I try to grow any new varieties?"
He stared at her momentarily, grinning for a moment, and said, "Wow."
He grabbed her, ghost-like, and approached quickly.
There were three guards beside the sacrificial pit.
There are usually no people here, but the priest’s temple is not too careless, because there are always so many people who can’t survive and want to jump into the pit, trying to drag the whole world to be buried in the cloud-the realm of the cloud Everyone believes that if an imperfect sacrifice is used, it will lead to a world disaster.
You Wuming kicked one foot and kicked all three priests.
He stood beside the sacrificial pit and listened to his ears with a toothache expression.
"You listen to Xiao Sanguo, isn't it good?" He said to her mysteriously, "Dare to go down and find out, it must be a courageous and intelligent generation. Guess, has this ever happened in this world?" great people?"
Sang was very speechless: "Aren't you going down?"
She exposed it mercilessly.
"It's all guessed by you! Xiao Sanguo, you deserve to be a woman who can see me, smart and discerning."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." How can there be such a brazen man in the world?
You Wuming smiled, caught her, and jumped straight into the bottomless pit with a wide handle.
There was an instant wind whining next to my ears. He guarded her head in front of her and signaled her to mobilize the spirit inside to resist discomfort.
"Look at Xiao Sanguo," he did not forget to point to the wall of the pit during the fall. "I saw it, these are traces of someone falling over. Last time you asked me, do you believe that a perfect sacrifice can calm down?" Demon, oh, a fool believes."
The sky was completely dark at this moment, and her body was falling rapidly again. She could see any traces on the walls of the pit.
You Wuming tightened her into her arms, waved with one arm, the wood spirit exploded, straightened into the wall of the pit like a sharp blade of iron and mud, he grabbed it, and immediately hung on the wall of the pit. On, stabilize your body.
"Look."
He raised his chin slowly.
Sang looked far away from his instructions and saw that there were marks of scratches on the walls of the pit, as well as the dents and blood stains left after he fell from a height and hit the walls of the pit.
"So the so-called perfect sacrifice has no meaning at all," she murmured.
You Wuming smiled coldly: "People always need a little self-deception."
Sang knew it.
Just like before doing important things, people always unconsciously look for some'foreshadowing' to give themselves confidence. The matter of underworld is at stake in life and death, and a series of strange ceremonies will surely be derived. This "perfect sacrifice" is about the ultimate that people can think of.
She hugged him, secretly drew some temperature from him, and then raised her smile: "Continue!"
You Wushou loosed her arms and continued to fall.
The smell of sulfur gradually increased in the air.
Sang poked farelessly from far away: "Below, will it not be lava?"
"No, it's a vein of spirit fire." You Wuming's eyes narrowed because of the fall were even bent into a cunning slit. "I'm going to get it to Youzhou."
Sang Yuan was so confused: "Mine veins? The two of us? Take one mine vein back to Youzhou?"
This amount of engineering, surely not to tile the Great Wall?
He smiled smugly: "This little thing, you don't have to work lady."
She asked again, and the abominable man deliberately sold the pass and refused to speak.
After another fall, the air was drier and the temperature climbed a lot higher.
You Wuming finally showed her wings, screamed twice, and stopped falling.
Sang hugged his skinny body far and looked around.
Looking up from here, you can't see the sky anymore. The pit walls are curved, and the top is small and the bottom is big. When you get here, you are surrounded by a very spacious underground space. You can't find the way without looking carefully.
The light source of illumination is the vein of spirit fire in the mouth of You Wuming.
At first glance, I thought it was an underground river with lava flowing.
The smell of sulfur is extremely pungent, and the Linghuo mine is full of dark fire spots, which will extinguish from time to time, coming from a distance where you can’t see the end, leading to the other end that also can’t see the end.
You Wuming continued to decline.
The Linghuo mine stretches around and emits a dark red shimmer, illuminating a part of the underground space. On its side, the dark fire that extinguishes will occasionally reflect some shadows of activity.
Looking from a height, it seems to be countless ants.
You Wumei closed his lower wing and swept straight down. In an instant, he reached a place less than a hundred feet away from the Linghuo vein.
Sang looked down from afar, breathing a sigh of relief, his heart beating violently in his chest.
She was horrified to find that the spirit fire veins, which were slowly creeping, were actually a dense tide of demons!
She grabbed him subconsciously.
You Wuming pressed her lips together and held her tighter.
"Hush," he whispered against her ear pinch. "Speaking like this, you won't be found."
Sang far lowered his head and carefully posted to him: "Okay, I know."
The warm breath, with her unique refreshing floral and fruity flicks, brushed close to him, and the lifeless wings could not help but rose higher, fanned twice, and swept a little higher, falling into one. At the depression of the stone wall.
He guarded her behind.
She carefully clawed his shoulders and looked out.
"Won't they crawl above the abyss?" she asked quietly.
"No, enter the underground, they are blind." You Wuming looked around.
"How do you know there are Spiritfire veins here?"
You Wumei smiled triumphantly: "Because of the underworld demon in Hanzhou, the body smelled of mineral."
He moved his tall, straight nose bridge: "I can't escape my nose."
"Well," she sincerely praised him, "your nose is better than short life!"
Youming: "..." Why should I compare with a dog?
"It's almost time," he said calmly. "It takes a little effort to go up. You are waiting for me, Xiao Sanguo, and I will come back to pick you up when I'm done."
"Are you leaving me here alone?" She grabbed his clothes nervously.
Youmu lost her smile and pointed to the following: "Well, I'm here, I won't leave your line of sight. You throw out your big face flower, block the hole, and wait for me to come back."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." This picture is too beautiful.
He took her face, slapped her head, and then spread her wings, swiping down.
Sang Yuan summoned a big face flower by words, plugged the hole with a huge face plate, and then squeezed his head from the side, secretly observing the lifeless.
The light wing behind him ignited a dark fire, and his posture was sharp and sharp, swooping down like a sharp arrow, and cut through the darkness.
Near the tide of the Underworld, I saw him throwing his sword in his backhand, the blade of the fire ignited the flame of wood fire, and the blue flame swayed for more than twenty feet. The domineering posture was carved into her eyes from scene to scene.
Every time a knife is made, there are large swaths of ghosts falling down like wheat cutting, and even the cry is too late.
Youming is not stopping step by step, it seems that the court is walking, but in fact it is surprisingly fast, waving a knife carelessly, and harvesting a large empty space.
In a dozen breaths, he came to the edge of the Linghuo mine.
Behind him, the Underworld encircled into a semi-circular shape, whimpering and growling low, trying to attack.
He focused on the veins of the spirit fire, and from time to time, he waved a knife behind him, chopping the ghost that dare to step forward into the ground.
It's as if the overwhelming thing behind is not a demon that everyone fears, but a messy fly or mosquito.
He raised a hand.
An orange flame slowly ignited on the palm.
The light of the fire shone on his concentrated eyebrows, and the long figure stood between the flesh and blood of the ground, as if it were the head of Rakshala standing in the blood sea of ​​hell.
Sang was huddled with Dahuahua far away, staring at the man who was shocked.
A ghost saw her.
It quickly climbed up the stone wall and reached three feet away from her, suddenly protruding out a long black tongue, and struck her straight!
Sang was so scared by a big jump.
She threw out a man-eating flower violently, and when the long tongue of the demon rolled to less than a foot from her, she saw the huge red buds of the man-eating flower suddenly open and close, and put the ghost devil into the entrance.
"Sucking--"
"Guru-"
In the end, he unwillingly flicked it twice in the air, and then was thoroughly swept into the pole.
The brown flower squirmed a few times.
After seven or eight breaths, the demon was digested and turned into a strange heat flow, which melted into the piranha, and it was a big circle visible to the naked eye!
Sang Yuanyuan: "???
She took the piranha and threw a new plant.
Still a big lap!
She suddenly had a bold idea.