He led me all the way to the front of Naihe Bridge before he could barely stop. I looked at him in confusion, and he also looked at me, as if something had been figured out in his eyes. Anyway, he nodded and shook his head twice before he shook his hand. Then he saw that he was holding a black robe in his hand. I "um" a moment, and he had already put the robe on it.

He handed it to me, frowned and said, "Put the robe on your body, it won't attract attention."

I looked at the Naihe Bridge not far away and found that basically no one could wear it like this. Whether it was the royal family or the common people, they were wearing their clothes from their lifetime, and walked over openly. So I deliberately tiptoed and signaled to him to look over there. When I moved my eyes to him again, my eyes were filled with teasing: "

I put on this robe and it was eye-catching!" After saying that, I wanted to continue walking forward.

As a result, just after walking forward or two, someone grabbed my collar from behind. I turned around and saw the paralyzed face as expected. He curled his mouth and said coldly: "I would like to advise you, if you still want to live, it is best to listen to me."

I slowly said "Oh" and looked back at his face, feeling that his mood was not as stiff as his face, so I asked again, "Why?"

He looked back at me, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he explained coldly: "In this underworld, what I carry is usually thorny. When I arrive at Mengpo Pavilion, Mengpo will inevitably not look at you a few times..." I smiled and said indifferently: "I'm afraid she won't see you."

I'm not shy."

He sighed, as if he was speechless by my jokes. After a while, he said, "You really can't do this matter. Our King of Hell is so arrogant that we will let you live. You and I, the King of Hell, know about this matter, and you must not cause trouble."

I was stunned for a moment, and then I understood the intention of letting me wear a black robe. I felt ashamed when I thought about it. Since the King of Hell whom I had never met had saved me, I shouldn't have caused trouble for him. Thinking of this, I just covered my robe with no trace.

He took a few steps back, looked up and down, and said, "No," and then handed me a black and white mask, explaining, "Take it with me!" I nodded and muttered, "It's even more strange now."

He smiled and waved his hand indifferently: "I said, the people I lead are very strange. You are just right."

My hands on the mask were stuck for a moment before I calmed down the mask as if nothing had happened. He nodded and patted my shoulder twice. As soon as I felt cold, he let go of his hand, faced towards Naihe Bridge, and said in a low voice: "It's time to go on the road, my friend." I nodded and followed his steps forward.

When we passed by the Forget River last time, we felt that the Naihe Bridge was not big, but the fact was not the case. We walked for an hour, but we didn't even finish the first half of the bridge. He was used to it and led me forward without looking sideways. I looked at him awkwardly, although I don't care most of the time.

Yes, and I can calm down, but the underworld is too quiet. When you walk on the Naihe Bridge, you will suddenly find that there is only you and the ghost in front of you on the bridge, and you can't even catch a piece of wind silk.

Suddenly I was a little scared... Last time I was flowing through the Forget River, I could hear the sound of evil ghosts on the Naihe Bridge, and could feel their hopelessness and resentment. But this time I couldn't feel anything.

I trembled a few times, then asked tremblingly: "Are we going like this?"

He said "um" and seemed to not understand what I meant. I gestured and said anxiously: "This road is very quiet, I can't hear any sound. I think... I think..." When I said this, I closed my mouth again and looked at him at a loss. The fear in my heart almost condensed into a substance.

He seemed to notice something wrong with me, stretched out a hand and shook it in front of me. Before I could react, the hand that was shaking in front of me suddenly pinched a fist and punched me suddenly. I was stunned for a moment, and then woke up like a dream. I stared at everything in front of me in a daze, murmured:

What happened to me just now?”

He sighed, with a little undetectable annoyance in his tone: "You may have been affected by the evil thoughts of the lower-level ghosts."

I was stunned for a moment and replied slowly: "The evil ghost at the lowest level? Then where are we now?"

He hesitated for a while before answering: "Middle level... This level is not particularly eye-catching, but I didn't expect the evil ghosts to have such a great influence on you." He paused, and then suddenly remembered: "It seems that it is the fifteenth today."

I didn't understand the meaning, so I rubbed my eyebrows and asked, "So what about the fifteenth?"

He smiled slightly without much notice: "Today is the Ghost Festival, which is more lively than the Spring Festival in the mortal world. Even the King of Hell will come out to walk around, but I am so busy that I haven't touched the ground recently that I forgot today at all."

Hearing this, the force between my eyebrows increased a little more, and I felt a little tired: "So... does this have anything to do with my previous interference?"

He nodded and then said patiently: "Today's Ghost Festival, the gates of ghosts that have always been confined are open. Every day, all ghosts are restless, especially evil ghosts. After all, this day is the only day when evil ghosts have the chance to escape, and they can escape one or two every year."

I "um" for a moment, feeling more and more confused, and I couldn't help asking: "Can't you catch them? Can you still let them escape?"

He waved his hand and sneered: "Just those scums, I can catch them with my eyes closed, but the King of Hell doesn't allow them to be retrieved. He ran away if he says he's running away, saying that the fairy world will take care of..."

I raised my hand at him and praised: "This is a good thing to kill someone with a knife, and it is very easy and freehand."

He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Over the prize... Also, we are about to arrive at Mengpo Pavilion, you should shut up quickly!" I laughed silly until he slapped him, and I slowly calmed down.

Then I stood up straight and followed him slowly forward until I saw the Meng Po. I suddenly stopped, with an unstoppable envy in my eyes.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!