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I just died like this?

Under the dim sky, An Bochen looked at the crowded Chenghuang Temple, feeling inexplicably.

He was not too sad or too disappointed, as if he had just come to another place, calm and even had a hint of curiosity. He had almost seen all the legendary existences, such as the Dragon Lord, and the monsters were like Li Zuo, only ghosts were left.

Who is this pious woman? She can bring me to the underworld. The chickens she raises are really unusual... What kind of secrets are hidden in her?

Looking at the Qianpo who stood in front of the temple with his head down, Anbo's eyes were complicated, and then he looked at the ghosts who were also tied behind him with ropes. He saw that they all looked dull and looked numb.

Strange, why didn’t I lose my consciousness? Could it be related to the Earth Soul?

An Bochen muttered in his heart, thinking something.

"Xuanliujing Qianpo."

The ghost soldier turned to the grandmother with a cold face and shouted in a low voice.

Qian Po's body trembled, and he bowed to the ghosts at the entrance of the temple, dragged An Bochen up and walked towards the temple.

An Bochen followed Qian Po with an expressionless face. When he passed by the ghost soldiers, he saw that he was pale and fluttering, his feet were about three inches away from the ground, and he hung in the air effortlessly.

Legend has it that the bad guys went into the underworld to put the oil pan and then tortured them... I have killed three people, including the head of the Li family, and I don’t know if they will be thrown into the oil pan.

An Bochen was worried, and there were shrill screams in his ears. Sometimes the sound of sticks falling came, making An Bochen become more and more nervous.

After walking three times, An Bochen finally came to a gloomy and terrifying hall. It was not accurate to say that the hall was. If you look closely, you will turn to the yamen. Except for the drums and stone lions that did not complain, they were replaced by two rows of strangely dressed and pale-faced ghosts.

"Who is coming?"

A majestic voice came from the yamen.

Qian Po shivered and quickly bowed: "Little Min Li, the middle-aged man from Xiayangjieliu Kingdom for Lord Chenghuangjun."

"So it's Li Qianpo, please come in without any gifts."

The majestic voice sounded again, and the pious woman stood up respectfully and dragged An Bochen into the yamen.

An Bochen looked around and saw that the walls of the "yamen" were covered with strange and bizarre ghosts, black background and red patterns, exuding a solemn and bloody smell. Taking a deep breath, An Bochen aimed at the City God Lord sitting at the head of the hall, and saw him wearing a green wide gown with snakes and scorpions on his face, with a hideous and terrifying fangs and claws on his head. He was wearing a double-edged high hat, but it was similar to the official hat of the previous dynasty. Looking at his face, it was as dark as the bottom of a pot, his eyes were as big as a bucket, his beard curled up, and his nostrils were like a cow, and he couldn't help but panting.

As if he noticed An Bochen's peeping, Chenghuangjun frowned slightly, then looked down on the awkward and said, "Well, who is the ghost you brought, what's your name?"

Upon hearing this, the grandmother bowed and said, "Report to the master, this man's surname is An Bochen, he is now 14 years old. He was originally a child from the An family in Xiyuanjing Village, Liujing."

Listening to the grandmother's knowledge of her life experience, An Bochen felt strange and turned to react. She was proficient in her calculations and thought she had already figured out her origin.

Chenghuangjun stroked his beard with his hand, nodded thoughtfully, and said to the judge beside him: "Please book of life and death."

Life and Death Book?

An Bochen was secretly surprised. He had already heard of the life and death book in the plays, but he did not expect that it was true, and he didn't know how those gentlemen who wrote the plays knew.

Hearing the order of the City God, the tall and thin judge bowed his hand to take the order, and green fire surged from under the sleeves of the robe, igniting the sandalwood on the table. When he was young, black smoke rolled in the air, covering the snake and scorpion runes on the roof of the hall. The judge was muttering something, and the City God Lord looked solemn, and the grandmother didn't dare to breathe for a moment. Only An Bochen looked curious and stared at the roof of the hall.

Suddenly, the snake-scorpion rune cracked from it, and the blue moonlight fell from the crack, and the thin scroll fell, and was taken into his hand by the judge.

An Bochen could see clearly that the cover of the book contained the word Liujing, which was so thin that it was just a book of life and death in the Liujing realm.

The judge opened the book of life and death, looked at the Chenghuangjun beside him, and read it loudly: "An Wazi, a native of Yuanjing Village, was later named An Bochen. He was born in the first year of Chengping and died in..."

Frowning, the judge did not continue to recite, but turned to Chenghuangjun and whispered: "Master, this is a lifeless person."

Upon hearing this, the City God Jun was furious, slapped the agglomeration, stared at the Qianpo and said, "Dare you bold Qianpo, are you trying to harm me?"

The grandmother's face turned pale, and she quickly knelt on her knees, and said, "The little people are wronged! The little people are wronged! The master clearly understands that this Anboo has a life root, but he has just stolen the sky and changed the sun because he killed a person with no life root."

His eyebrows were frowned into the character "Chuan". The City God Jun looked at An Bochen thoughtfully, and turned to the grandmother for a while and said, "Who is the person you are talking about?"

"Li Lin, the son of the Liujing family."

The pious woman said tremblingly.

Without waiting for the order of the City God Lord, the judge opened the life and death book and searched carefully. A little looked up and said to the City God Lord: "You are the master, the Li family is originally lifeless, but they are killed by a master."

After hearing what the judge said, the grand woman looked happy. She was about to say something and suddenly heard the young man's voice coming from the side.

"Li Lin was not killed by me, why should I pay my life?"

An Bochen, who had not spoken, finally couldn't help it and raised his neck and said.

Unexpectedly, after the words came, the grand woman on the side changed drastically, and the City God and the judge in the hall were stunned, while the ghost soldiers around him looked at An Bochen incredibly and whispered something.

"You, you, how can you speak?"

He looked at An Bochen in panic, and the grandmother stumbled, her raised eyes full of disbelief.

"Bold pious woman, who did you bring to me?"

Chenghuangjun patted the agglomeration again and stared at Qian Po in anger, as if he was about to swallow her alive.

An Bochen didn't understand why, so he saw someone walking up from the hall and whispering something to Chenghuangjun's ear. The man An Bochen felt a little familiar. When he turned his head, An Bochen recognized that the man was the horse face in the cow-headed and horse face he had seen a few days ago.

When I looked at Chenghuangjun again, I saw that he looked at him, and a kind look gradually appeared on his face.

"I don't know that fellow Taoist An is a monk on earth. The grandmother brought fellow Taoist An to my city god. This is a very serious crime. I hope fellow Taoist not to blame me."

The more An Bochen listened, the more confused he became, but he didn't know why the City God suddenly became kind and kind.

The auspicious tree was taken by the city god, and the king of Chenghuang stared at Qian Po and shouted: "Bold Qian Po, anyone who practices has no life roots, but you say that he took the life roots of the Li family... You have seduced the monks from the human world here, what are the thoughts of you!"

The grandmother kept trembling with her hands and kowtowed seven or eight times before she said, "Master, it is clear that although An Bochen has practiced, he is not a child of the sect of cultivation. He is weak and will never cause trouble to the sect of cultivation. Master, let alone Liujing, even Liuguo and Dakuang, there are not many decent sects of cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Chenghuangjun lowered his head and said nothing, pondering, as if he was hesitating.

Seeing this, the grandmother gritted her teeth and said with pain: "You are the master. Li Lin has a great relationship with the little people and will never die. If the master is willing to exchange his life for another life and let Li Lin return to the sun, the little people are willing to sacrifice fifty roosters to capture the lonely ghosts for the city god."

After the words came, An Bochen saw the City God and the judge at the same time showing joy, whispering to each other, and his eyes flashed at him.

An Bochen thought it was not good, it seemed that the changing City God was about to change his mind again.

After hearing the two of them, An Bochen had some clarity in his heart. After ordinary people died, ghosts entered the underworld without any consciousness and spoke. Only the souls of those who practiced could speak. At first, Chenghuangjun was very afraid of him when he learned that he was a practitioner, but he was afraid that there would be a cultivation sect behind him and come to settle the score. After being mentioned by Qian Po, he realized that he was weak and had no backer for the cultivation sect. He was tempted by Qian Po for profit. At this time, he was almost inclined to Qian Po.

An Bochen was thinking, and when he heard the auspicious man take a photo, the city god in the hall said loudly: "Come here, bring Li Lin, a son of the Liujing family!"

"Let's wait!"

An Bochen took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Does the City God want to exchange An's life for Li Lin to return to the sun?"

The City God Lord smiled inexplicably, then turned his face down and said quietly: "I'm sorry, fellow Daoist An. This City God is short of manpower and it's very difficult to catch lonely ghosts. Now this pious woman is willing to exchange for fifty ghost-catching chickens, which is equivalent to fifty ghost soldiers. I can only look at her... Where is the cow head and horse face? Get the oil pan!"

Why take a oil pan?

Frowning frowned, An Bochen was confused.

"Take the oil pan and fry you once, and you can take out your fate and hand it over to Li Lin. From then on, you will fall into the underworld, and you will crawl day and night, cut off your bones by thunder and fire, and you will never be able to get it out."

Qianpo's hoarse voice came from his ears, and Anbochen turned his head suddenly and glared at her hatefully.

Although Li Lin was trapped in prison for his sake, he had not died at the hands of An Bochen. This pious woman was extremely abominable and forced her guilt. The City God in the hall was even more abominable, and she was equally abominable.

An Bochen felt a deep hatred in his heart, but because he was wearing a life-seeking rope around his neck, he could not escape, let alone anything else, so he could only stand in the hall and wait.

A shrill scream came from his ears, and An Bochen shivered. Thinking that he would be tortured day and night like those ghosts soon, A Bochen's face turned pale, but he was powerless.

Soon, the cow head and horse face carried the three-meter-wide oil pan up. The heat was steaming, and bubbles were emitting from the oil and water, and hissing.

It was not until this time that An Bochen felt a little panic, and he gritted his teeth unwillingly, staring at the smiling Chenghuangjun in the hall.
Chapter completed!