Chapter 471

Sun Qinghua was apprenticed under the Fengdu Young Lord.

In his eyes, the mysterious and powerful Fengdu Great Emperor was just an evil spirit pursuing longevity, and Li Zhuiyuan, although the Fengdu Young Lord, was still a living person.

Sun Qinghua did not know how crazy his "future" self had become in the pursuit of longevity.

Just as many people look back at their former selves, on one hand, they feel immature, naive, extreme, and immature, and on the other hand, they unconsciously avoid eye contact with those young and spirited eyes.

Li Zhuiyuan stood by, and the young man did not intend to make any explanation for this unexpected turn.

Not controlled meant not controlled; it wasn't him manipulating Sun Qinghua to scold in front of the imperial court, nor was it him who let Sun Qinghua worship him.

The unsettling factors in the ancestral homes of the Qin and Liu families had not been completely settled, and now with the addition of a small hell, no matter where the trouble came from, the karma had to be counted on his head.

The Great Emperor in the portrait nodded slightly.

For the Great Emperor, what did it matter if the small hell was affiliated under the Young Lord's Mansion. The Young Lord's Mansion also belonged to Fengdu.

Sun Qinghua's body began to petrify from bottom to top.

His true self was gradually dissipating.

The fusion of two hells, and one side was actively merging into the other, so he, the consciousness carrier of this small hell, no longer had the need to continue existing.

This was a sacrifice, and also a self-sacrifice.

Relief appeared on Sun Qinghua's face.

The former him was struggling to resist the invasion of the "Ghost Mother"; the current him finally had the leisure to observe the surrounding environment.

He saw a stone tablet familiar in his memory; even if that stone tablet was no longer standing but had fallen, he still recognized it at a glance.

He smiled.

However, when his gaze moved backward and he saw the second and third stone tablets, his smile gradually solidified.

Although his memory was deleted by Li Zhuiyuan, he was not a fool.

How could the Ghost Mother be so powerful?

Why were so many people lying here?

Clearly, it was a stone tablet he had just carved; why did it fall, and why was it full of the vicissitudes of time?

Sun Qinghua turned his head to look at Li Zhuiyuan and asked:

"You lied to me?"

Li Zhuiyuan did not answer.

Sun Qinghua nodded and continued:

"Thank you."

The petrification process continued; when the rest of Sun Qinghua's body had turned into stone, leaving only the head part, he opened his mouth again:

"Do not pursue longevity."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I won't."

Sun Qinghua slowly closed his eyes and said his last sentence in this world:

"Youth... is really good."

He completely turned into a stone statue.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Lin Shu You.

Lin Shu You understood, walked over, picked up the stone statue, moved it in front of that chair, and settled it.

The petrified Sun Qinghua sat back in his original position, suppressing this small hell he had personally established.

At this very moment, inside the Fengdu Hell, that great existence, unimaginable in its majesty, moved again.

The tomb owner in the Huang Quan raised his head, and the stagnant Huang Quan branched off a separate water curtain from its side.

At the bottom layer of hell, a "Namo Amitabha" was transmitted upward, and another layer of hell was converted.

Only, this time, the Five Directions Ghost Emperors and the Ten Halls of Yama, including all the ghost officials up and down, were no longer confused and at a loss, because the Great Emperor was currently in hell.

The tomb owner and the Bodhisattva would not let go of any opportunity, but they also knew when to stop; after further obtaining what they wanted, they immediately became quiet.

The majestic figure became quiet, only "he," who was originally completely hidden in the darkness, could now see a black outline, proving that the Great Emperor's main body's sitting posture was tilted.

The revival of the small hell was transferred to Fengdu, and the instability of the small hell was also transferred here.

Fortunately, with Fengdu's foundation and the Great Emperor's main body, it could still be firmly suppressed.

However, this also implicated another consequential result.

That was, if one day the Fengdu Great Emperor's main body lost control and the main body collapsed out of hell, then this small hell would also be revived together.

At the edge of the highest layer of hell, Yin Meng peered downward; noticing this change, she didn't have much worry, but happily ran back to the main hall; she cut open one of her official uniforms and sewed it into a sack, and began to carefully select offerings from the offering table for Runsheng.

"Hehe, he should like to eat this, he should also like to eat this."

Anyway, the house was piled up full; the offering tables in this main hall were winding and tortuous; if they were really laid out, they could circle the middle school's 400-meter track countless times.

On weekdays, the Great Emperor was never seen enjoying these offerings; leaving them at home to look at was a waste, so it was better to take them out and let him help consume the inventory.

After choosing for a long time, the sack was soon full; considering that she had to carry it out of the ghost gate, she couldn't carry too much; Yin Meng turned her head and looked at the very center of the offering table.

The more precious the offerings, the more they would be placed closest to the Great Emperor's statue.

Of course, except for that pair of rotten dogs.

Yin Meng opened the sack and put the previously put-in offerings back to their original positions.

There was nothing here that Runsheng didn't like to eat.

Yin Meng held the empty sack again and came to the very center of the offering table:

"Choose the most precious one!"

Lin Shu You bandaged his injuries; after all, he had traded injuries for so long, and his injuries were very heavy.

But because he didn't use the talisman needles, the problem wasn't very big.

At present, excluding Brother Xiaoyuan who hadn't practiced martial arts, he felt that he should be the strongest strength holder in the whole scene.

A Li walked to the mountain-like pile of bloody flesh, raised her hand and pointed forward, then spread her palm upward.

Pieces of shattered blood porcelain flew out from the flesh, constantly piecing together in the girl's palm, and finally returned to the appearance of blood porcelain.

After seeing this scene, Lin Shu You felt that he might not be the strongest in the whole scene.

Because it had exploded, even if it was pieced back together, the cracks on it became deeper and thicker.

The blood porcelain bottle was not picky; devouring was its instinct, but what was best for its restoration, and what it was most compatible with, was actually fresh blood food.

This point was clearly presented in the murals rubbed by Zhao Yi; generations of divine maidens were all cultivating it through human sacrifice.

The blood porcelain bottle in the girl's hand trembled violently; after being damaged, its appetite became even more vigorous, and it longed to swallow almost everyone present.

These people were all high-quality human sacrifice offerings.

The knuckles of A Li's other hand tapped on the porcelain bottle.

The trembling of the blood porcelain bottle gradually weakened.

This kind of existence without a vessel spirit but only instinct could not achieve true taming; mainly, it didn't have the brain for it.

A Li was not taming it either, but using her own "dream" to assimilate it.

The effect was quite good; not only did it quiet down, but when it released hunting aura earlier, it also deliberately avoided the people in Li Zhuiyuan's team.

But at the same time, it also meant that in this world, except for A Li, even if others could suppress and seal it, they couldn't treat it as a magic tool that could be normally controlled.

If one day A Li was gone, this blood porcelain bottle would have to return to being sealed away from the light, and if it flowed out, it would become a great disaster.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the surrounding environment; now the disaster on his hands had added one more.

Along with his own strength, the young man gradually understood why those Dragon Kings in the past left behind so many things that weren't handled well.

This really wasn't deliberately leaving opportunities for future generations to train and hone, but there was really no other way.

In fact, the Dragon Kings with sect inheritance had already suppressed this kind of unstable factor to the minimum.

Counting it up, if one day he died suddenly, the disasters that would flow out from his hands would really be quite a few.

Li Zhuiyuan felt that after he broke through the Heavenly Dao's adult tribulation, he should start arranging these evil objects in his hands one by one.

Before that, there was no need; it wasn't that he didn't have this sense of responsibility, but ironically, from the perspective of the Heavenly Dao, the more small disasters you have in your hands, the more the Heavenly Dao will be afraid of throwing a rat to avoid breaking the vase when trying to get rid of you, the big disaster.

A Li hugged the blood porcelain bottle and walked to the young man, put the bottle back into her mountaineering bag, and zipped it up.

Li Zhuiyuan patted his pocket, and three sets of metal playing cards flew out, landed and took shape, with the two generals of increase and loss protecting the young man and girl in the middle, facing the crowd around who were breathing more than they were inhaling,

He shouted:

"Guan Jiang Shou, evil ghosts are only killed, not converted~"

The two generals of increase and loss themselves were actually a bit embarrassed.

But after coming out, saying nothing and doing nothing, just standing there, would be even more embarrassing.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Make stretchers, help carry people."

Two generals: "Yes!"

The two looked at each other, put away their weapons, and began to transport the seriously injured people on the ground.

In the past, they could still mix in as cheerleaders to liven up the atmosphere; now their status had further declined, reduced to paper puppets doing chores afterward.

They were very worried that if this continued, they were afraid that when that person went out in the future, he wouldn't even bother to bring them.

If that were the case, they would really have no temper to butt heads and lose their temper with that guy Bai He Master Tongzi in the future.

Master Tongzi: "Hehehe, hehehe, hahaha!"

Lin Shu You: "What are you laughing at?"

Master Tongzi: "Jitong, you are still young, you haven't been to the government office, you don't understand those guys who rely on seniority to suppress you and put on airs..."

Lin Shu You: "Your seniority is higher than theirs."

Master Tongzi: "This seat looks down on these lucky people who rely on flattery to get ahead and then step on the heads of old seniors to put on airs!"

Lin Shu You: "Don't be happy anymore."

Master Tongzi: "Hmm? Why are you speaking for them? Whose Jitong are you exactly?"

Lin Shu You: "Even you can see the problem, would Brother Xiaoyuan not see it?"

Master Tongzi: "Then what can be done? You are the only Jitong."

Lin Shu You: "There are Buddhist evil ghosts in the Fengdu Huang Quan now; we can obtain the blessing of the True Monarch's power because of this; it doesn't have much impact on our absolute strength, but what about the two generals of increase and loss?"

Master Tongzi: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, didn't the Great Emperor not agree!"

Lin Shu You: "Not agreeing before doesn't mean not agreeing now; not agreeing during the sacrifice doesn't mean not agreeing when facing them.

Do you think if Brother Xiaoyuan asked the people in the Guan Jiang Shou ancestral temple in his hometown in Fujian to invite out the divine tablets of the two generals of increase and loss, and then Brother Xiaoyuan personally went to Fengdu to go down to hell again and put the divine tablets of the two generals of increase and loss into the Young Lord's Mansion... would the Great Emperor still blow up their divine tablets?"

Master Tongzi: "How is this possible, the dignified Guan Jiang Shou yin gods, their divine tablets are actually enshrined in the underworld..."

Lin Shu You: "The Bodhisattva is also in the underworld, just in time for a reunion."

Master Tongzi: "Jitong, how did you suddenly become so much smarter, are you having a fever?"

Lin Shu You: "I have always been concerned about the development of Guan Jiang Shou in my heart."

Master Tongzi: "Are you crazy? Sending two divine tablets in is fine, you still want to put the entire Guan Jiang Shou divine tablets into the underworld? You want the Bodhisattva to rebuild a new Guan Jiang Shou in the underworld and go to war with the Great Emperor?"

Lin Shu You: "So, you also feel that just sending two divine tablets in, the Great Emperor can still accept it, right?"

Master Tongzi: "Iya ya ya ya!"

Lin Shu You bandaged his wounds and went down to help.

Everyone had been squeezed dry, a large pile of half-dead people, and very few could still get up to work.

Especially some guys, like Monk Misheng, Xu Mofan, who after solving the tumor humanoid in front of them, used their last bit of strength to pose.

Lin Shu You felt this was so stupid; if they had this strength, they might as well save it to walk themselves; now they all had to lie on stretchers.

Tan Wenbin closed his eyes and stood there; his sensory ability was severely overdrawn in the previous command and control, changing from originally sharp ears and eyes to deaf and blind.

Lin Shu You found a rope, tied it to himself, and tied the other end to Brother Bin's wrist.

Tan Wenbin understood and followed Lin Shu You forward.

Runsheng sat on the ground, panting exhaustedly.

Seeing Li Zhuiyuan walk in front of him, Runsheng said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Xiaoyuan, I am still too weak."

These words, spoken from someone else's mouth, would be like asking for more benefits and greater improvement, but Runsheng was expressing self-reproach, thinking he hadn't done well enough, for example, after opening all the qi gates, he hadn't been able to throw a few more punches.

"Brother Runsheng, this is not your problem."

Under his own planning and development, Brother Runsheng was able to constantly move forward along the path Qin Shu had walked.

But the problem was, Qin Shu originally walked the most orthodox path; although he was often said by the old lady to be slow-witted, Qin Shu was also a genuine genius of the Qin family.

When the centipede seal was on his body, Qin Shu could choose the corresponding fighting style according to the strength released by each layer of the seal, which was the best embodiment of his orthodox foundation.

In this regard, Runsheng was far worse than Qin Shu, and Runsheng's time practicing the "Qin Family Dragon Observation Method" was too short; some problems didn't show up usually, but in special periods, the limitations of forcing growth would be presented.

Fortunately, Runsheng also had advantages that Qin Shu didn't have, and that was Runsheng's special physique.

"Brother Runsheng, after going back, eat more good food to nourish your body."

"Okay, eating is what I'm good at."

Runsheng thought Xiaoyuan meant for him to eat more rice.

Actually, Li Zhuiyuan planned to catch more evil spirits in a planned way in the future to nourish Runsheng's body.

The collapsed main hall provided a large amount of materials, and soon, several long stretchers were made.

There were too many people lying down and too few people standing; everyone was like squeezing onto a bus, lying down one by one.

Lin Shu You took the two generals of increase and loss and a few people who still had some strength, dragging the stretchers to move.

Tan Wenbin's five senses were closed, but by relying on traction, he could also help add some strength.

As for Zhu Yiwen who had become a half-zombie, Li Zhuiyuan asked Lin Shu You to put a rope on him, and the other end of the rope was connected to the stretcher.

There were ready-made small bells in the mountaineering bag, and Li Zhuiyuan stuffed a way-finding talisman drawn by A Li into it.

The young man held the girl's right hand, shook the bell with his left hand, and the Zhu Yiwen behind him raised his arms forward, constantly doing zombie jumps, driving the long stretcher forward.

When they arrived at the area where the ghosts were frozen, things suddenly became simple.

Although these dead souls could only break the seal after three days, one ghost hand after another broke through the ice layer and was exposed outside.

After dragging these long stretchers up, the stretchers and the people on the stretchers were constantly relayed and moved forward, just like getting on a conveyor belt.

When Li Zhuiyuan walked past the center position, "crack," a crystal-clear white bone hand broke through the ice, and the white bone palm held up that Ghost Seal.

Promised earlier, return it after the triumphant return.

Li Zhuiyuan did not go to take the Ghost Seal, but said:

"Hold my Ghost Seal, and watch over this small hell for me.

After your seals are lifted, the rules and regulations of this place will remain the same, and you are not allowed to change them without authorization.

After I leave, the ghost gate will close and must not be opened; if any dead souls escape and do evil, you will be held accountable.

When I return and restart the ghost gate, I will naturally reward those who have merit and promote them!"

The white bone hand held up the Ghost Seal and slowly descended, sinking into the ice layer.

Below, first the Central Ghost Emperor responded: "Subordinate obeys orders."

Immediately, the Five Directions Ghost Emperors responded: "We obey orders."

Finally, all the ghost officials of the small hell collectively issued a soul sound:

"Respectfully obey the Young Lord's decree!"

Everyone lying on the stretchers clearly heard this shocking sound.

Some were moved, some were deep in thought, some were helpless, and some pretended to be unconscious.

Just as the stretchers were dragged out of the valley, the huge ghost gate behind slowly closed.

After it closed tightly, the ghost gate did not turn into the black mist that shrouded the entire valley again, but became a faint and ethereal white smoke.

It happened to be morning, and the morning sun could finally penetrate the mist and gloom of this area, sprinkling toward here; the white smoke turned into brilliance, like a dream and illusion. ===== CHAPTER 472 =====