Chapter Fifteen: The Ancestors Manifest Themselves

  I finally managed to restore my disordered nerves, but this chaotic rhythm makes me feel a kind of confusion that my intelligence can't keep up with reality, and the massive death of brain cells.

  "I brought you to the underworld, originally wanting to see how the great hero of the Cui family's courage was, and also to temper your bravery. So I didn't come out first, from the moment you stepped into the underworld, I secretly observed you! But I didn't expect it, didn't expect it."

  This guy was talking while staring at my wet lace pajamas, with a look of disdain on his face, making me extremely embarrassed!

  "Never mind, let's not talk about this for now. Next time you come to the city, if you can't hold it in, bring a diaper, look at this mess! If I hadn't run into the city management ghost, you little brat would have been fixed good and proper! No matter where kids are, with or without people or ghosts around, they must remember not to urinate or defecate randomly!" With these warm and kind words of advice, I was so excited that my whole body trembled with rage, wanting to curse out loud!

  The situation in front of me is still unclear, I can only hold my breath and nod, it's just a matter of writing a guarantee letter that I won't take revenge. You hurt me but still smile and educate me!

  After giving me more than ten minutes of ideological education, the black servant said: "You have basically seen most of the process of hell's work just now. As for Xue Huang and Bi'an Hua, I won't mention them. The beauty over there is Meng Po! The two brothers who are carrying detection rods at the bridge are Niu Tou Ma Mian!"

  The pavilion in front of the bridge is the Wangu Pavilion. These are all landmark buildings of our Youfu, I guess you should have heard of them." If it weren't for looking at her face, having a tour guide with such a sexy voice would indeed be extraordinary! Unfortunately, as soon as I looked at that face, I instantly dispelled the idea of enjoying myself.

  It's clear to anyone that this is the place of Yin Cao Di Fu. Although I had some doubts in my heart, but after all, I still held a small spark of luck, and the words of the person in front of me also confirmed my thoughts, and extinguished that little hope of mine.

  Do I still need to explain what happened while being in the underworld? My life is so miserable! Father and mother, I'm sorry to you both! I listened to this black guy's explanation with tears streaming down my face.

  Just as I was heartbroken, this black guy said with a smile, "A man has tears but doesn't shed them easily, what are you crying for? If you cry again, I'll throw you into the Blood River Pool!" As soon as I heard this, I quickly stopped crying and tried to think of something happy, forcing myself to smile.

  "That's right, life is often disappointing, so it's better to think about it more and be more enthusiastic! Are you ready now? Are you sure you won't be shocked by my gloomy appearance, or dazed by my gaze? If not, let's chat. The official language of this underworld is Soul Reading Technique, the working hours are long, and there's rarely time to talk, discuss feelings, share ideals, or chat about dreams. This Soul Reading Technique can tell what you want to say at a glance, it's been a long time since I've had a conversation!" By now, he was filled with sadness.

  "I see your heart but can't hear your voice, how sad?" This guy seems to have a good writing style and is quite sarcastic!

  I didn't expect that, I really didn't expect it. Under such a rough and coarse appearance, there is actually such a small, delicate glass heart. It's really true that you can't judge a person by their appearance, and the sea water can't be used to make tea! There's really some truth to this!!! Being able to perfectly combine coarseness and elegance like this is truly a divine existence. Although I'm already scared out of my wits right now, I really admire it.

  I took a deep breath and nodded. I said timidly, "Chatting is fine, it's just that I'm a bit introverted and slightly melancholic, not good with words, don't hit me if I say something wrong!"

  "Hahaha, little rascal, I like you!"

  "Ah?" I'm sweating profusely, I don't like you!!! But I dare not say it.

  That black face with a crazy laugh is even more ferocious than not laughing, and that face with an explosive visual effect just now has its five senses squeezed together, trembling like Li Kui, similar to Zhang Fei, but even more so. My legs went soft, and I pinched my Renzhong to prevent myself from falling, with a bit of heroic martyrdom. Damn, chatting requires courage!

  If I say that the fear Meng Po gave me is due to her reputation and the various legends that have been passed down, it belongs to a psychological level of fear, with more imagined indulgence.

  But the scene that appears in front of me at this moment is really too harsh, I dare not look. Such a mismatched outfit, rough expression, majestic figure, unrestrained facial features, huge nostrils, sexy voice, and humorous tone make it impossible for me to connect the sound just now with the scene in front of me. This image is really too explosive.

  Every time I look at this black guy's face, I take a deep breath in advance, feeling my calf muscles twitching to the rhythm, like a rapper shaking along various directions. Just missing YOYOYO Cheke's twisting movement.

  I'm really curious how such an explosive face was successfully developed. The creator must have had a twisted mindset and angry emotions to be able to create something so venomous! It's clearly the result of using too much force!

  At least it's an effect that can only be formed after a bundle of two kicks in the face explodes. Those two bundles of nose hair that have grown out of the wall, those radiation-grown roots that stand upright and show off their personality, plus that set of fat official clothes that seem to have been bought with the wrong number, and that sexy voice... really is a breathtaking combination.

  What's even more contradictory is that this guy is holding a pen and a book, looking like a refined and elegant literary youth, but it's too entangled. This high-and-mighty aura can't fully express the carefree sorrow, who made this sadness gather into a vast ocean?

  I want to write a poem to express my melancholy feelings.

  Looking at the frequency of his mouth corner twitching, I inferred that he still seemed to have a smile on his face at this moment, but when speaking, he would occasionally spray out a few sparks from the corner of his mouth, making me dodge repeatedly, and my pajamas had many small holes, which made me heartbroken.

  Although I'm trying my best to remain calm, with my right hand covering my mouth and pinching the philtrum to stay awake, and my left hand pinching my thigh to shift my attention, my thigh is numb from being pinched and can't feel anything. It's still extremely hard not to faint! This guy's appearance is really too terrifying, although I'm facing him directly, my pupils are darting around, unable to focus.

  This scene was just like when I was a kid watching horror movies, trying to act cool, even though my eyes were closed and I wasn't really looking. I forced a unnatural smile onto my trembling lips while guessing his next move, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, not knowing what fate had in store for me next.

  What kind of abnormal ending will this abnormal cargo bring me?

  In front of me is the Naihe Bridge, Meng Po smiling and simmering soup, Ox Head and Horse Face holding that stick and shouting loudly, behind me stands this guy like a mountain peak, I'm like a sandwich cookie with nowhere to hide, this rhythm is basically inescapable death.

  I used the remaining part of my IQ to analyze the situation in front of me, and this hard play basically belongs to the rhythm of seeking death. If it's too soft, I'll lose face, and if I die, I'll be a laughing stock! After all, I'm a judge who rushes people to their deaths, and losing face is not allowed! This is a red line that I cannot cross!

  I strained to recall the images of many heroes in my mind, wanting to maintain some dignity at this moment, but these stiff limbs seemed to be smeared with glue, affecting my glorious image. I knelt down, yes, I really knelt down, not because I was weak, but because of malnutrition, lack of sleep, and calcium deficiency in my knees!

  At this moment, my liver and gallbladder are splitting, but I vaguely feel that the guy in front of me seems to have no malice. This tone, this smile, this appearance, on the contrary, has an inexplicable sense of closeness. These one after another strange things and scenes have made my combat power and shock resistance rise linearly. Although I softened, I didn't lose control; although I knelt down, I didn't faint. I strongly feel that in this deadly atmosphere, there should be a thread of life. If I can return to the world above and brag about my experience in the underworld with Tie Yi, it will definitely be very cool, instantly changing my despicable image. Just thinking about it makes me happy!

  The little remaining IQ is apparently not enough to maintain my normal thinking!

  Recurring fears made my mind as murky as the air in front of me, maybe I should have remembered something earlier and wouldn't be scared like this. Following this familiar feeling, I slowly searched in my brain, and suddenly I remembered that my father seemed to tell me about our ancestor's appearance, which was almost identical to this person. Remembering my father, I immediately felt energized, as if I had been injected with hormones, and I lay down, doing a fish-like flip, but didn't get up, my butt hitting the stone slab, sending waves of pain. Various signs indicated that the sharp man in front of me was likely to be my ancestor's ancestor's ancestor... (repeated N times).

  What if this guy is my ancestor? I'm going to die! This time, I reckon I won't be able to survive again! The survival index has skyrocketed to an explosive level!

  But I still have a lingering worry in my heart, if I didn't die, how could I be in this underground prison where ghosts gather? Am I really sleeping to death and coming to report to my ancestors? If I had known earlier, it would have been better to sleep on my wooden bed, although it's not comfortable, but at least I wouldn't have slept to death.

  Actually I don't want to die, actually I want to live.

  My heart is unsettled and has no place to rest, with some sighs about this noble life that hasn't even started yet. The vast assets of the Cui family have slipped away like this, my parents met for a moment before parting forever, and the journey to become a family hero ended at its starting point - who can I tell about this fate that has declined to its extreme?

  "My god, am I dead or alive? Why do I have to keep thinking about this stupid question?" Just as I thought of this, my forehead was suddenly hit with a loud bang. Instantly, stars began to twinkle before my eyes, and everything went pink, like being shot through the head with a bullet!

  In the midst of a chaotic scene, I only saw a single finger resembling a mallet hovering in front of my eyes. "Get out of here, you're the one! No respect for elders or youngers, what kind of quality is that? You're right, I'm your ancestor, Judge Cui. Since it's work hours, just call me by my title." The tone was completely official. This guy in front of me actually flicked a finger and hit me on the forehead with a loud "pa", I could clearly feel a bump rising up on my forehead, and a sharp pain followed, I almost cried while holding my head!!!

  I was afraid you'd scare yourself to death, so I rushed out ahead of schedule. As the great King Yanluo, the first of the four great judges of hell, with countless fans and iron fans, this appearance is indeed too low-key, a bit embarrassing. You wait, I'll make a comeback now, reappear, and let you see the elegance of the number one handsome man in hell.

  Alright, I'm really drunk! Zhang Da's mouth and the turbulent saliva are pouring out!