C301 Uncle Wang

I looked at my feet. They were so dark I couldn't see the bottom, and I looked again at the top of my head. The top of my head was also so dark that I didn't know if there was an exit or not.

I was a little worried as I lay on the side of the well. It was better to be standing on the stairs, but I didn't know where to go. I could sit down and think for a while.

But what am I now? If they hung on the walls of the well, they would be fine for a short period of time. But if they hung on for too long, wouldn't they fall down?

But the other two kids, one looking up, the other looking down, where on earth should I go?

I stared at the kid for a moment and suddenly noticed something unusual. These two brats were equally ugly, and their clothes were not much different from each other. At first glance, they looked exactly the same, but if I looked closely, I could see that the things they were holding in their hands were different.

One held a whisk, the other a offering of incense.

I took a closer look. The one with the whisk, although ugly, had a trace of righteousness in his eyes. The one holding the incense, the more he looked at it, the more wretched he became.

I suddenly understood. Of these two, one was alive and the other was a ghost.

Not only was the person holding the horsetail whisk alive, but it was also a cultivator. His two eyes gazed upwards, and in his heart, he yearned for the heavenly temple. As for the ghost, his eyes were looking down. The place he wanted to go to was the underworld.

I'm looking for Baby now, and I have to keep going down.

After understanding this point, I heaved a sigh of relief and followed the walls of the well downwards bit by bit.

Two or three minutes later, I understood why I was getting less and less effort as I leaned against the wall of the well. Because the well was not vertical, but had a certain slope, and as it went deeper and deeper, the slope became larger and larger. By the time it reached the end, it had become a tunnel. I could even walk in it upright.

When I was in the well, it was dark and I couldn't see any light. When I went into the tunnel, there was a glimmer instead. I looked closely and saw that the glimmer was coming from the wall. There were no lights on the wall, but it was emitting a faint blue light.

At the beginning, I thought there was a Night Pearl here and was very excited for a few seconds, but I quickly discovered that it wasn't a Night Pearl at all, but a bone.

This wall was built with a lot of bones, and I don't know how many human bones were needed to build such a passage.

These bones were quietly lying in the ground for who knows how many years. When no one came, it was quiet and nothing abnormal happened. However, when someone came in, his breathing, his voice, would disturb the quiet space, causing the rotten bones to emit ghostly blue flames.

Humans could not be afraid of ghosts, but they could not have a respectful heart. I bowed to the skeletons to show my respect.

I was going to say that I would help them collect the remains, but then I thought about how much bones it would be. It was a huge project, and I was facing death every day.

I wanted to tell them to burn some paper money, but when I went out, who knew what would happen? If there's a ghost waiting for me, I don't know how long it will take for the paper to burn.

So I only saluted, made no substantive commitment, and tried to walk forward.

There were no more murals on the walls, so there shouldn't be any problems in this direction.

But after walking for a while, I realized something was wrong. There seemed to be no end to this passageway. I felt as though I had already walked several tens of kilometers, but I still hadn't seen the end.

All he could see were bones. I don't know where the way out is, and as for the legendary treasures, I haven't seen them at all.

Then I really lost patience. I sighed and muttered, "The people who hide treasures are really good. So much for hiding the treasure, and so much for tiring the thief. "

I shook my head and started back, but I couldn't find my way out for a long time. The upward well disappeared.

Now I'm a little worried: I'm not going to die here, am I? After I die, won't my bones have to go to the wall?

I scratched my head. "Think of a way, I have to think of a way, I can't die in this damned place." I still have a lot of things to do. "

This time, I focused all of my attention on observing every single skeleton on the wall. Then, I walked forward step by step.

After walking for a few hundred steps, my heart suddenly stopped. I saw a familiar skeleton. It's not that I know the owner of the skeleton, it's that... I saw it just a few minutes ago.

I wanted to cry, but I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. It seemed that I had run into a Wall-Hitting Ghost. If it really was a Wall-Hitting Ghost, then things would be much easier. I was afraid that it wasn't a Wall-Hitting Ghost that was using the faint light on the wall to create an illusion that prevented me from ever leaving.

I took out my dagger and loudly said, "We have no enmity with each other. Everyone, please let me go. If I am able to leave this place, if there is a chance, I will definitely help you hide your remains."

At this point, I couldn't care less whether or not I would be in trouble. I would make some wishes and trick them into letting me go. Of course, I was careful when I made my wish. I said, "If there's a chance." As for how I get the chance to explain it, that's in my hands.

After making my wish, I walked around with my dagger in my hand. I tried to keep a straight face and put on a ferocious expression. I'm going to tell the kids here that I'm not someone to be trifled with. If they accept my offer, everyone will be happy. If you insist on refusing a toast, then don't blame me for being impolite.

However, after going around in a circle, I still returned to the starting point.

I took a deep breath and said, "Alright! Since you all aren't willing to let me go, I'll make my move."

I raised my dagger to pry out the bones. Let's see if they can still keep their cool after I beat them up to such an extent. What the heck are they trying to mess with me for?

Of course, if there's no Wall-Hitting Ghost here, when I get the skeleton down, the real exit will be revealed, right?

However, just as I was about to attack, I suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the skeleton beside me. He seems to be alive.

I was stunned for a moment, but when I looked closer, I found that the skeleton was indeed alive. His body had clearly turned into bones, but there was a trace of life on his body.

I immediately handed the dagger over. If anyone here wanted to harm me, it would be this skeleton.

As expected, the moment my dagger came into contact with it, a soul drilled out from within in a sorry state.

The ghost didn't even dare to look at me as he stumbled forward to escape. I held onto my dagger and chased after him while screaming.

The speed of my soul is very fast, but I'm not slow either. Although I can't catch it, it can't get rid of me either.

Just as I was in the middle of my chase, the soul suddenly swayed. My vision blurred and I lost sight of it.

Slowly, I stopped and looked around. Then I saw a fork in the road. This fork in the road is hidden behind the skeleton. If I didn't know that there was a problem here, I definitely wouldn't have discovered it.

As I turned the corner, I saw another passage.

This passageway was no different from the human world. There were rooms one by one beside the passageway.

I found these rooms very much like office buildings. Some had signs hanging at their doors, indicating that they were in the Finance Department, the Division Chief's Office, and the Personnel Department.

I pushed the doors open one by one and searched around, but I couldn't find the soul. It wasn't until I reached the door of the last room that I felt my soul.

I didn't go in right away. Instead, he placed the dagger by the door.

During the chase just now, I clearly sensed it. The power of this soul is only mediocre. Even if I were empty-handed, I would be able to catch it.

So I left the dagger at the door, blocking his way, so that it wouldn't run out of the door when I wasn't looking.

My dagger is very fierce, and such a kid would not dare to approach me. After putting away the dagger, I walked in, rubbing my fists together.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw a large table in front of me. The black wooden table was polished until it was shiny. The table was bigger than my bed, with nothing on it but three red phones.

Behind the table, there was a solid wooden bookshelf that was also shiny. On top of it was a set of books. These books were neat and beautiful to the point of death. One could tell from one look at them that they had never been opened before.

I stood in the middle of the room and looked around. The room was very large, but there weren't many furnishings. I searched around and didn't see any ghosts.

Finally, my eyes fell on a flag. I saw feet sticking out from behind the flag.

I chuckled in my heart before tiptoeing over. Without warning, I lifted the flag to reveal the ghost behind it.

The ghost screamed and fell to the ground with a thud.

I looked at the ghost, bewildered. Was this a ghost? He was actually scared senseless by someone? Isn't this embarrassing a ghost?

I kicked the kid. "Hey, wake up, wake up."

The little ghost slowly woke up. At the beginning, he was confused, but after he woke up, he immediately became afraid.

I squatted down and frowned. "What are you doing?"

The kid asked me, "What are you doing?"

I said, "I came here by accident and I can't get out. Do you know the way out? "

After the little demon heard this, he immediately let out a breath of relief. Then, he asked in a worried tone, "You're not Nagzul?"

I was stunned: "Nagzul, I am not, are you hiding from Nagzul?"

The kid nodded. He adjusted his glasses and ran his hand through his hair, turning the sparse strands back into a large amount of hair.

I realized then that calling him a kid might be a bit inappropriate. He was old.

After the ghost stood up, it immediately became graceful and graceful. He pulled up his belt and then held out his hand and said to me, "My surname is Wang. When I was alive, I held a number of positions, and they all called me by that title. Now that I'm dead, I can't even consider those anymore. Just call me … Uncle Wang, I guess. "

"Uncle Wang next door?" This name was truly a bit strange.