Chapter 56 Chapter 5: The Nether City

In the dark space, Yang Jian's divine eyes shone brightly like a torch. He led the crowd in front of them, and walked slowly towards Wen Zhong's voice. Behind him were the other generals of Xiqi. Lei Zhenzi and Nezha had never been afraid of any strong enemy, but at this moment they walked slowly behind them as if they were facing a strong enemy. As if an out-of-focus image, the figure of Yang Jian who took the lead gradually faded and disappeared into the dark air, and the people behind him did the same, gradually disappearing at the entrance of the distorted space. Wu Huan was at the back of the line, still curiously looking at the only phosphorescent "Lost Soul Formation" in the dark space from time to time. When she turned around, she found Jiang Ziya standing in front of him, and everyone in Xiqi It has all been plunged into darkness.

"Brother Wuhuan," Jiang Ziya held his hand, and said softly, "There are only two of us left, it's time to go." Wu Huan nodded, then carefully let Jiang Ziya lead her, and walked forward slowly. Amidst the gusts of wind, Jiang Ziya said leisurely, "Brother Wuhuan." Wu Huan was stunned, looking at Jiang Ziya's elegant appearance like a fairy, with a puzzled look on his face. "yes." "I heard," Jiang Ziya's voice sounded hollow in the darkness, "You are very interested in my 'Fengshen Bang', right?" Unexpectedly, he would ask this question in such a situation, Wu Huan was stunned, but nodded involuntarily.

"I, Jiang Ziya, admire your knowledge." Jiang Ziya led Wu Huan and walked in the direction of Yang Jian and the others, "I wanted to discuss the 'Fengshen Bang' with you several times, but because It's a big deal, I can't do this kind of thing, you know?" "I know," Wu Huan nodded, "so I never asked the military division this question." "Those who do great things don't care about small things," Jiang Ziya sighed, "I admire you very much, but I have to do something that goes against my own will." Wu Huan stared at him, faintly feeling that his tone was a bit unkind, and wanted to break free from Jiang Ziya's grasp, but found that his hand had been restrained by a force field of talisman light quietly issued by Jiang Ziya.

"You..." Wu Huan said anxiously, "What are you doing?" Jiang Ziya remained silent, but the expression on his face became more and more cold. "How much do you know about Master Nan Dou?" He gritted his teeth and said, "How much do you know about Kunlun Mountain?" Wu Huan still wanted to talk, but Jiang Ziya didn't let him say any more. He took out a magic whip in his hand, and a pink force field appeared on the whip, and Wu Huan was pinned to the ground. "How much you know is actually not important anymore," Jiang Ziya said as if weary: "I only want you to know, I don't hate you, on the contrary, I like you a little bit, not just because you and my brother have a lot to do Yuan Yuan, I also appreciate your knowledge and ability, but those who achieve great things should not stick to personal feelings, since you are harmful to my "Feng Shen Bang", I cannot let you stay in this world."

Jiang Ziya slowly raised the magic whip, and added a lot of force field to it. "I beat the divine body of the gods on top, and the souls of mortals on the bottom. I hope you don't blame me, everything is fate..." At that moment, Wu Huan's eyes widened helplessly, but he couldn't move his whole body. I saw Jiang Ziya's movements seemed to be in slow motion, the black steel whip was slowly raised, and he didn't use too much force, and it hit Wu Huan's head with a "poof", and Wu Huan could only feel the pain on his neck. Lean back... Then, his soul left the body in response, and the whole person lost his breath.

Strangely, his body gradually disappeared along with his soul. Jiang Ziya saw that Wu Huan's body was gradually disappearing when he saw Wu Huan's weakness. He couldn't help but open his eyes wide. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to come over to see what happened, but he heard another spatial variation in the space of "Lost Soul Formation" With the sound of wind and thunder, he felt his bearings, his figure gradually blurred, and he walked out of the distorted space. And among the endless dark world, only the "Luohun Formation" still spit out dark clouds, standing majestically in the space.

Quiet darkness, quietly an eternal deep light. Wu Huan seemed to be in a cool and comfortable place, and was flying rapidly towards a beautiful place. But at the other end of that end, there is a bright light like the exit of the tunnel. sleepy…… very sleepy... A burst of drowsiness hit, and Wuhuan fell into a deep sleep unconsciously. In the sweet sleep, Wuhuan seemed to have countless dreams. In the dream, those scenes were like images trapped in a black background, passing by his eyes one by one... It's just that the people in those images can speak, and the scenery in those images can move.

Next to an earthen bridge full of homecoming atmosphere, you involuntarily walk slowly towards the bridge called "Naihe", mixed with the crowd, everyone is sipping a bowl of hot soup served to you by an old woman ... And the old lady would smile and say, "Young man! You drank this bowl of Mengpo soup, and you forgot your previous life..." Beside a grassland with green flowers, there is a gurgling small river, and beside the small river is a stone tablet with "Sanheyuan" written on it.And on the other side of the river, there are a few women in white clothes who are quietly calling your name...

In a dark and dreamy lake, there is a black-clothed ferryman on the lake, carrying you slowly on a boat on the lake... But at the other end of the lake, there is a residence of the God of Sleep. The garden is full of sweet sleep grass and sleep flowers... Different dreams, different smiles. Wu Huan indulged leisurely in this kind of unburdened travel, however, she faintly recalled a semi-clear and semi-fuzzy picture in her mind. In the picture, there is a long dark river. In the drawing, there is a sleeping black giant hiding in a claustrophobic space. In the picture, there is also a ferryman who appears quietly.

Quietly, he whispered something to you in the dark... At this moment, Wu Huan heard someone softly "Hey", and then everything fell into boundless darkness again. I don't know how long it took before Wuhuan woke up from the boundless darkness. In the eyes that slowly opened, the first thing that caught his eyes was a gigantic black figure sitting in front of his eyes. The sound of the quiet river water, the quiet dark space. The huge black figure was so tall and big, Wu Huan tried his best to raise his head, so that he could barely see his head. The voice of the black figure was very soft, giving people a sense of stability in the deep and dark environment.

But what he said made Wuhuan dumbfounded. "You have the memory of my Nether City, but you are not Di Menghun," he said gently, "Why?" "I..." Wu Huan said with difficulty, "You are..." The black giant smiled slightly: "If you were Di Menghun, you would know me," he said softly, "I am Houtu, the Lord of the Netherworld." After the soil. Lord of the Underworld "Houtu". At this time, Wu Huan's mind was finally clear, and he finally remembered why he had memories of this river.Because Di Menghun once came to this "Capital of Netherworld" back then, and also mentioned the Lord of the Netherworld "Houtu"! Wu Huan's memory of this record is not clear, only that it was an episode that happened in the time and space of mythology. At that time, Di Menghun was involved in the Nether Capital after being seriously injured because of being involved in the battle between the great gods. It was Houtu who healed his injury before he could return to the world again. And the origin of this Houtu is also quite mysterious. He seems to have a deep connection with Nandou and Yandi, another leader of Mythology Time and Space, and seems to come from the same place. Wu Huan's mind was running around with these thoughts, and for a while, he didn't know what to say, but Houtu seemed to be able to see his thoughts, a soft light glowed on his huge black face, for a long time, Then he let out a sigh of relief. "So, it turns out that you and that Dimeng soul have such a relationship," he sighed leisurely, "Thousands of years, thousands of years, I have taken over countless dead souls here, but the mortals who really came here are only you." two." Wu Huan opened his mouth wide, trying to find out the meaning of his words. "You..." He said in a daze, "Can you read my mind?" "If you are like me in these thousands of years, just touch the minds of these undead, know what they want, know what they resent, what they hate, what they love, you will be like me, you can read people's words thought." Wu Huan listened to his words, chewing deeply on the meaning of his words, but a thought flashed in her heart like a lightning bolt. "I..." He said with some difficulty: "This is the capital of the underworld, am I already dead?" Hou Tu chuckled: "It is true that my place is the capital of the underworld, and it is also the place where the undead gather, but you are an exception. You are not dead yet, so you are not an undead," he said leisurely, "Because some places are distorted. You were sent here because of your injuries, and you were about to become a real undead, but you were lucky enough to be rescued by me, so you are still alive, you are not an undead." In Di Menghun's theories, there is not much about this kind of supernatural and ghostly learning, but Wu Huan also learned more or less about some religious sacrifices in the Yin and Shang Dynasties from Mr. Wukui.You must know that most of the Chinese people's theory of worshiping ghosts and gods began in the Yin and Shang Dynasties, so Wu Huan also knows a thing or two about this knowledge. But now that he really arrived at the "Ghost City", it was another scene. He was as curious as he was, and of course his mind was full of questions. "Your place..." Wu Huan asked curiously: "Is it really the place where everyone's soul belongs after death?" "No." Houtu shook his head. "But, you said that this place is a gathering place for the undead?" "Exactly." Wu Huan was a little puzzled and said: "Then what is the reason? You say yes, and you say no." "To put it simply," Houtu explained, "all the undead gather in my place, but not all of them come to me after death, and some will go to other places. Do you understand this?" Wu Huan thought for a while before he figured out the key point. A white horse is a horse, but a horse is not necessarily a white horse. In Di Shi's narration, this kind of theory is called "logic".