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He was unwilling to give in and measured it many times with a ruler, but each time the result was the same: first a scream, then good news, and in the end, without exception, it said "Ordinary Soul, Doable".

The guard was extremely disappointed. He had no reason to prevent an ordinary soul from entering the underworld.

He began to stuff his intestines viciously again, and said while stuffing it: "Sigh, I think you really went crazy and died."

Mo Ran was also quite surprised. He didn't know why. He thought about it and guessed that it was Master Guigui's spell that confused the ruler, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go away, keep it close to your body, it's going to take your grandpa a long time, why don't you go away!"

"..." Mo Ran couldn't get what he wanted. He was holding the soul-inducing lamp and was about to leave. Suddenly the guard's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly to stop him——

"stop!"

Mo Ran's heartbeat was very fast, but his face was still calm, as if he said helplessly: "What's wrong?"

The guard raised his chin: "What is that you are holding in your arms?"

"Oh, this..." Mo Ran rubbed the soul lamp, and the thoughts in his mind flashed quickly, and then he smiled and said, "It is my burial."

"Buried with him?"

"Yes, it's a magic weapon."

"Haha. It's interesting." The guard pointed to the table, his eyes flashing, "Put your body here and test it again. I'm afraid it's your magic weapon that has confused the ruler."

"..."

Mo Ran had already scolded this kid in his heart, but he had no choice but to put down the soul lamp and stretched out his wrist uneasily again.

The guard seemed confident and couldn't wait to press the ruler up again.

…

The result is still the same.

There are still six words, clearly: ordinary souls can do it.

Not to mention the guards, even Mo Ran didn't know why, but after testing like this, the other party finally gave up completely, and was too lazy to wave his hand and let him in.

Mo Ran didn't dare to stay for a long time, so he picked up the soul-inducing lamp and walked through the long corridor until the end, where the light changed.

The ghost world spread out in front of him.

This is the first level of hell, with no end visible at first glance. The sky is scarlet, like a boiling glow. Strange vines and trees rise from the ground, the roofs are rugged nearby, and there are many palaces in the distance. At the entrance is a huge stone that reaches the sky, with the inscription "Your skin will return to the dust, and your soul will return to Nanke Township." Next to it stands a majestic red-painted archway, with three characters "Nanke Township" drawn out of the golden water. Each one is as tall as an adult man.

It turns out that the first level of hell is called Nanke Township. If there are no abnormalities among the dead, they will all live here temporarily, waiting for the judge to call them for ten or eight years, and then go to the second level to be judged and sentenced.

Mo Ran held the soul-inducing lamp and walked while looking at it.

As you pass by, the layout is not much different from that of the human world. There are eighteen streets, nine horizontal and nine vertical, in total, including streets, households and houses. Ghost men, ghost women, and ghost children walked around, laughing and crying, and it was like a group of demons dancing wildly, and hundreds of ghosts walking at night.

Dongbian heard a newly mourned woman sobbing: "What should I do? What should I do? They say that a woman who remarries will be cut in half, with her head and feet each going to the two dead men. This is true. ?Who can tell me that this is true?"

Next to her, a girl with exposed clothes and messy hair was wiping tears: "If I had to be that secret door, I really couldn't afford to live. Before I died, I went to the Earth Temple and donated a piece of threshold, hoping that thousands of people would step on it. Atone for my sins. But the village chief insisted that I pay him four hundred gold before he would allow me to replace the threshold. If I had so much money, why would I go into the flesh business..."

There are also men in the west who are calculating: "Four hundred and one days, four hundred and two days, four hundred and three days... As soon as I leave, she will leave. They all die for their love. Why have I stayed here for four years?" It’s been one hundred and four days, and she still hasn’t followed. Alas, she’s so weak. Could it be that she got lost on the Huangquan Road? If she really got lost, what should I do?”

The newly dead ghosts gathered in groups at the gate of Nanke Township, still unwilling to leave.

But going forward, they are all old ghosts who have recovered their souls and accepted their fate.

They were both more calm and calm. They were working on their own jobs and passing the time, waiting for the trial for those long hours.

When you reach Third Street, you can see the bustle of the downtown area, which is no less than that of the human world.

After all, they are all mortal ghosts whose flesh and bones have not been broken. Even before Meng Po soup was drunk, she was still indistinguishable between humans and ghosts. When she was alive, she worked in a troupe, and she was still performing jugglers on the streets. When she was alive, she was an embroiderer. When she was dead, she was weaving clothes with the clouds of hell. Butchers no longer dare to kill animals, but they can always make a living by sharpening knives and cutting scissors.

The sounds of hawking and cheering came and went, and it was bustling.

Mo Ran walked to a ghost selling calligraphy and painting. The ghost probably starved to death without selling a single painting during his lifetime. Therefore, he had a yellow face and thin muscles, high cheekbones and sunken ribs.

Seeing someone sitting in front of his stall, the thin scholar raised his dim eyes, but his expression was eager: "Master, want to buy a painting?"

"I want you to draw a portrait of me."

The scholar seemed a little regretful: "The figures are more lacking in artistic conception than the mountains and rivers. Look at this picture of Mount Tai's smoke and clouds..."

Mo Ran said: "I don't like landscape painting, so I'll ask you to paint someone for me."

"Don't like mountains and rivers?" The scholar looked at him twice and was not very happy. "The benevolent people enjoy mountains and the wise people enjoy water. You are young, so it is time for you to cultivate your sentiments and smell more of the fragrance of paintings. My picture of Mount Tai's smoke and clouds was originally I'm reluctant to sell it, but since you came to my stall to ask, you don't think so.

I have no wisdom at all. In this way, it will be easier for me to deal with you——"

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