After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 254

"You didn't bring anyone back?"

Ni Yangzhou turned his head and saw a huge horse-headed man walking towards him. He had a long, brown-black horse face, horizontal pupils in his eyes, and a very wide mouth.

"I'm sure I'll scold you again."

Ni Yangzhou responded, "What bad luck! I could have brought back a child today, but he was rescued by a Taoist priest!"

The horse-headed man asked, "Did you use the soul-catching rope?"

"Of course, the soul is out."

"Can he still be rescued?"

"Yes, that Taoist priest has great magical powers. I must tell this to my master right away."

"Yes, of course. I'm just going to the garden to enjoy the flowers. Just go."

Hei Wuchang nodded: "Okay, let's go first."

The horse-headed man had long been accustomed to Bai Wuchang's sour face and his unwillingness to talk, and he did not have any doubts. He just followed the talkative Hei Wuchang and kept muttering: "Go quickly, and admit your mistakes first, so that I won't beat you up."

It seemed that the two of them had a good relationship. Ni Yangzhou did not reveal his true intentions when he said a few words imitating the tone. However, just as the horse-headed man was about to continue walking out, he suddenly called out, "Old Bai."

Yan Congzhi turned around at the right time and his eyes fell on the other person's horizontal pupils.

"Why are you still walking with your hands behind your back? Aren't your nails hurting you?"

Ni Yangzhou took a look and saw that his master's hands were behind his back as usual, with his back straight and his posture handsome. However, Bai Wuchang's nails were several inches long, and when they were behind his back, it looked like a small hedgehog had been stuck on his back.

"Tsk, he is imitating the county magistrate in the human world. He is addicted to being an official."

Ni Yangzhou wanted to laugh but couldn't help sweating, so he quickly made a joke.

"Haha, yes." Fortunately, the horse-headed man didn't seem to be very familiar with Bai Wuchang, so he just asked a question and left.

Ni Yangzhou stole a glance at his master and asked for credit: "Am I smart?"

Yan Congzhi silently put his hands back to his side, twitched his unaccustomed long nails, and said in a deep voice:

"clever."

Ni Yangzhou's deathly face was filled with joy.

The two of them walked in the direction pointed by the horse-headed man. There was thick fog all along the way and no buildings.

After walking for a while, there was the sound of vehicles approaching. Ni Yangzhou held his breath and concentrated, and indeed he saw another minotaur riding a two-wheeled cart coming out of the thick fog.

That’s right, it’s “set”.

Ni Yangzhou secretly clicked his tongue. Is the underworld so short of manpower? The Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons have to harness their own carts to work. It's too hard.

As soon as it appeared, the minotaur mooed, stopped, raised his hands, and took down the frame.

"You, guys, are back."

The speech was intermittent and unclear, with some "mooing" sounds mixed in, like a goblin who had just cultivated into a human form not long ago and could not speak human language very well.

Ni Yangzhou nodded: "Yes, I was unlucky and didn't hug anyone."

The Minotaur looked quite simple and honest, and he consoled her: "No, it's okay. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't beat you up. Here's the car for you. I've adjusted it back."

Ni Yangzhou remembered what the Black and White Impermanence said on the bridge. There was indeed such a car, but he didn't expect that the car was so simple and had to be pulled by people.

"Okay, give it to me."

Ni Yangzhou naturally took over the frame and held the horizontal bar used to tie the cattle. The minotaur nodded vaguely and walked into the thick fog with his strong figure.

The boy looked at the car, then at his master, and resigned himself to putting the crossbar on himself. There was a round crossbar on his chest, which was not much different from the farm tools used to plow the fields in the mortal world.

Ni Yangzhou thought that there were too many hardships in this world that he had never seen. He was exploited when he was alive, and even after he died or became a spirit, he would have to work like slaves in the makeshift underworld.

The boy continued to pull the cart along the brick path without complaint. The thick fog did not dissipate, like a high wall surrounding the ground. The boy whispered, "Master, is there a garden in the underworld? For the King of Hell to take a walk and exercise?"

Yan Congzhi shook his head: "It should be the Ten Kings of Hell. After the judgment is made, they can be reincarnated or punished. I have never heard of any garden."

Ni Yangzhou was too lazy to think about it anymore and just wanted to meet the King of Hell as soon as possible.

After walking for another half a day and going around a pile of gray rocks, we suddenly saw a stretch of paper mountains, high and low with no end in sight, both yellow and white. Because of the thick fog, the mountains looked like waves, boundless and I didn't know how many there were.

Ni Yangzhou lowered his head and picked up a few of them. They were all copper coins and ingots, with the words "100 million taels" engraved on the back.

Is the false labeling so serious? A gold ingot is only a few pounds in the human world, but it is exaggerated so much here, and no one is doing anything about it?

The master and his disciple walked along the paper and met many ghosts on the way. Each of them had a numb expression. There were men and women, old and young. There were also a few who were dressed as soldiers. There were piles of yellow paper in front of them, and their fingers were flying up and down, just folding paper money non-stop.

As they passed by, several ghosts leaning against the edge of the paper mountain folded and bowed, saying respectfully, "Hello, Lord Black, Hello, Lord White."

There was more fear than respect in his expression, and he lowered his eyes, not daring to look any further.

Now we know where all the missing people in the state and county have gone.

Ni Yangzhou imitated the previous behavior of Hei Wuchang and raised his head arrogantly: "Hurry up and fold it, don't try to be lazy!"

Several people sat down quietly, not daring to delay the work at hand at all.

Seeing that no one was looking at him anymore, Ni Yangzhou moved closer to his master and said, "Master... am I imitating well?"

Although Yan Congzhi could cast a spell to transform, he was not as good as his apprentice in imitating intonations and voices. He had walked all the way here without being exposed. He nodded and said, "Similar."

Ni Yangzhou couldn't help but reveal his fangs again.

Although my master is very frugal with words, he is still a very nice person. Look, he is willing to praise me.

Yan Congzhi looked at the boy's back and thought it would be good to praise his disciple more. The child who had killed the wolf alone in the light of the fire was just a lively boy who was only ten years old.

The young Taoist priest had no experience in being a master, but based on the performance of his last disciple, he felt that he was a good master and could go back and exchange experiences with Guanmiao.

A road that looked like it led to the underworld made the master and disciple lose their mood for an outing.

Finally, the endless mountain of paper came to an end, and the master and disciple saw a large house with a very luxurious door. There was a plaque hanging on it, but there was no word on it. Ni Yangzhou tentatively knocked on the door, but no one answered.

I was about to knock again, but the black door slowly opened by itself, and it turned out that there was no block at all.

Ni Yangzhou pushed the door open a little, and walked inside to a large courtyard with four entrances. Even the small houses on both sides were beautifully built. The young man took a quick look and saw that the corridors were covered with hollow wood carvings.

The furnishings in the courtyard were even more luxurious, with famous paintings and calligraphy, precious stones, and corals piled everywhere. They could be seen everywhere and in every room, but there was no one.

Ni Yangzhou looked around and clicked his tongue all the time. The gold, silver and treasures in this courtyard were probably no less than those in the emperor's private treasury.

Arriving at the last courtyard, Ni Yangzhou mustered up his courage, glanced at his master, and pushed the door open.

The whole yard is filled with orchids carved from jade, with flowers clustered together, dazzling and bright.