C287 There be no good man In front of the mirror

Zheng Wuxie's words were always very annoying.

I choked on his words, so my hand that was holding onto the talisman shuddered, and the thin talisman fell from my fingers like a snowflake that couldn't be caught in the sky.

At this moment, all of the hair on my body stood on end, looking at the slowly falling symbol paper, I even forgot to bend my waist to grab onto it. Zheng Wuxie stared at me in a daze, his fingers trembled, and his waist did not bend down.

A fire appeared out of nowhere on my body, covering me completely from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. I could see that I had become a flaming person! The flames burning on his body were a greenish-yellow color, and this color seemed to emit the aura of destiny.

The Glyph of the Ghost Servant finally landed leisurely and laid on the ground quietly. It was like a leaf that was slowly falling in the autumn wind, carrying with it a trace of its tail that had yet to fade. I stood there silently, looking down. I thought that if someone who didn't know anything were to stare at me at this moment, they would think that I was observing the trajectory of that talisman as it floated down, thinking about life. However, I was on the verge of tears. After thinking for a long time and realizing that I was unharmed for the time being, I decided to pick up the talisman paper from the ground.

"Don't move!" Zheng Wuxie said softly, as if he was afraid that he would wake up the 'gentle' flame that was burning on my body. So when I was halfway down my waist, I stopped moving at the sound of his voice.

Zheng Wuxie didn't say a word. I tried my best to squint my eyes, but discovered that he was looking at me with an extremely serious expression. I thought that he had thought of something, so I didn't dare to move. I could only maintain this posture, waiting for him to rescue me.

Time passed minute by minute, second by second, I felt that I had been waiting for a very long time with my back bent, even my waist felt sore, but Zheng Wuxie had never told me that I could move. I can only endure, always endure. In order to survive, I must endure.

I have to say that Zheng Wuxie's experiment with the buttons left a very, very heavy shadow in my heart. At this moment, I was truly a little worried that those large fires would suddenly raise the temperature, and torture me until I was weak on the outside.

Time went on, and another minute and a half went by, and I felt a pain in my back and waist. Of course, this is not because my spleen has poor renal function. Rather, if I were to continue like this for a long time, I would naturally have such a psychological hint. Then, I would feel that my waist is sore, extremely sore.

"Have you recovered!?" I asked Zheng Wuxie a little angrily while maintaining this posture.

"Are you done with what?" Zheng Wuxie curiously asked me, "Why are you always bending your waist, training your abdominal muscles?"

In an instant, my anger rose as I flew into a rage. I stood up and pointed at Zheng Wuxie's nose and cursed: "Damn! "F * ck, then don't tell me not to move!"

"Ugh …" Zheng Wuxie embarrassedly took a step back, and said: "That's not what I meant, I told you not to panic, did you not realize that this fire can't burn you?"

"F * ck your sister!" My anger immediately surged once more. I raised my hand to touch my arm. That flame really didn't have the slightest bit of warmth to be able to cause me any harm. "Why is that?"

"I don't know either!" "You are simply a freak!" Zheng Wuxie shook his head. He had thought about it for a long time but still couldn't understand the reason behind it.

"Is it because of the blooming of the land?" I thought about it and asked him.

Zheng Wuxie shook his head and said, "Definitely not, this has nothing to do with spending money on it! Unless you are a newborn brat, I really don't understand why. "

"You are the brat that was just born! His mouth is getting more and more cheap! " I replied bitterly, but I understood the reason. At the same time, I secretly rejoiced in my heart that Tang Dao had destroyed all of my previous karma and saved my life.

Thus, a flame started to burn on my body, and Zheng Wuxie continued to drink shamelessly as he walked along the tunnel.

This time, the turn of events seemed to have appeared. Not long after we walked, a ninety degree turn appeared in front of Zheng Wuxie and I. Seeing the turn, Zheng Wuxie did not immediately walk out. Instead, he carefully observed for a long time before telling me that we had probably walked out of hell, but as for where we were going to get to after walking around the bend, I had no idea.

If he couldn't guess, then he would just keep walking. This was a good way to understand one's ultimate destination. So we turned the ninety-degree curve, and what appeared before us was a gloomy hall.

A large fire was lit at the four corners of the hall. The fire inside was the color of the netherworld. The fire didn't look hot, but a colourful blue that was hard to describe. Just a glance at it would cause one's heart to palpitate.

At the center of the hall was a seven-step staircase, upon which was placed a rusted mirror that could not be found even the shadow of a ghost. On the opposite side of the mirror was a tall judge's platform, and on the platform was a box containing several sharp arrows that had been placed in front of the official palaces in ancient times.

"Get on the stage, as per your life's sins!" The striking wood on the judge's platform was suddenly slapped. A man wearing a royal crown with a hanging curtain, dressed in a black dragon robe, and with a full beard that made him look very ferocious, suddenly appeared behind the judge's platform.

"The seventh hall's King of Hell!" Zheng Wuxie lost his voice, and at the same time, two brats appeared behind Zheng Wuxie and me. and I were pressed up against the seven stone steps, and stood in front of the circular rusted mirror. In the process, my entire body seemed to have lost its power, and I could only allow myself to be held by the little brat behind me.

It was amazing. It was amazing. The mirror in front of us that was covered in rust that even ghosts could not see, suddenly became extremely clear the moment Zheng Wuxie and I stood in front of it. Its surface emitted a faint glow, and a few blood colored words appeared on it.

I didn't know what these words meant, but in my heart, I knew clearly what they meant. I suddenly blurted out those words.

As my voice faded, the ghostly light on the mirror suddenly flared up. The strong light prevented me from fully opening my eyes, and I could only squint my eyes to see what was happening on the mirror. At that moment, the little brat behind Zheng Wuxie and I had long dodged to the side, but I still did not have any strength to resist, as though I was sealed by some kind of invisible energy. Zheng Wuxie is the same as me, he struggled with all he had, but at most, his face was only extremely twisted.

The dim light flickered and slowly turned into a whirlpool. It twisted as if it was time. It was constantly going back and forth, and a few fragmented scenes were flashing. Although I couldn't clearly see what those scenes were, I instinctively felt that they had something to do with me.

"The Infernal Realm is not empty, it cannot become a Buddha! I go to hell, I go to hell, I go to hell, I go to hell, I go to hell, I go to hell, I go to hell, I go to hell, I go to hell, I go to hell... This is great! " The Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle hummed and trembled. A monk wearing a Bodhisattva Crown but with a buddhist treasure solemnly stood in front of us, blocking us. He recited the chant for the Kitigarbha Buddha to enter hell, clasped his hands together and bowed towards the large mirror.

The incomparably resplendent light suddenly became sluggish, and the rapidly spinning vortex in the mirror slowly slowed down. The dark light then gradually converged. When that dim light completely disappeared, a majestic force pushed against my body, causing me to feel a little dizzy.

After a moment of trance, I opened my eyes, only to find that Zheng Wuxie and I were once again standing underneath the Level 7 stone platform. The mirror on top of the stone platform had once again turned rusted, and not even a shadow could be seen.

Zheng Wuxie was drenched in sweat as he stared at the monk on the stage. He opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. The Demon Fighter Pestle was still in my hand, so I couldn't help but clench it tightly. He turned around and looked at the judge's platform. It was empty, and the Yama King of the Seventh Court from Zheng Wuxie's mouth had disappeared without a trace.

Zheng Wuxie poked me a few times, then pointed at the monk that was standing in front of the big mirror on the seventh step. I knew what he meant, that he wanted me to take a closer look, so I was surprised too. No matter how developed my brain was, I still couldn't figure out what was going on! At this moment, I really want to curse loudly. What the hell is going on? This isn't some illusory world, this isn't how the game works!

On the back of the monk's head, there was actually an eye! Those eyes were not closed, but they were still open in anger. However, there were no true pupils in those eyes. Above the whites of those eyes, there were rings like those of a tree.

Kitigarbha was an extremely special existence of the Buddhist sect! Even if I don't understand what's going on with those ghosts and gods, I would still be able to recognize such a famous person in the Chinese mythology system. Thus, I immediately wanted to throw away the Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle in my hands, but this thing felt as if it was stuck onto my hand, and no matter how I threw it, I couldn't shake it off.

"Sipi!" I was angry. The feeling of not being able to control anything and only turning into a pile of fish on the chopping block made me extremely angry. I would rather die right now than to let this feeling continue.

However, even if he was dead, it was no longer within my control! The binding force on me grew stronger and stronger. Thus, I could only stare helplessly at that monk. No, it should be said that Kitigarbha was standing motionlessly in front of the mirror.

Kitigarbha's head suddenly made a 180 degree turn. He pointed his face towards us like a normal person, two eyes, one nose, one mouth, two ears, but even though I clearly knew about this, I still couldn't see his appearance clearly. It was as if there was a layer of mist covering his face, making me unable to see him clearly.