The underworld has always been eerie and terrifying, there is no day and night here, the sky is extremely dim all year round, and the rich ghost qi condenses into clouds, if a mortal who has no cultivation comes here, if there is no protection, it will not take long to be eroded by the ghost qi into a completely sane zombie.

Liu Qinghuan walked through the city gate and prepared to go to the Huangquan Liquor Store on West Street to rush to Fan Guicha's appointment. When passing through an alley with a back street, I suddenly felt that my feet were soft, but I accidentally stepped on the dead soul lying in the corner.

The dead soul let out a muffled whisper, but it was like an exposed corpse in the wilderness, and it didn't bother to move even if it was trampled on its head.

Liu Qinghuan ignored him, walked leisurely around the corner of the street, and what caught his eye was a strange scene that could only be seen in the capital of the underworld.

The terrifying demon Lama walks through the streets, the ghosts who are not worthy of duty sit lazily in wine shops and tea shops and chat, and on the roadside, there are dead souls who are benevolent and accumulate virtue and only wait for the season to be reincarnated and reincarnate.

If it weren't for these anomalies, the city would not be much different from any human capital.

There are many houses, streets and shops on both sides of the street, but the things sold are much more bizarre, and the fact that this place is a ghost town is everywhere.

Sacrifices such as incense and candles, paper money, etc., are still common, and magic tools such as swords, hooks and forks can also be understood, after all, ghosts can use them when they run errands. But the dead don't have to eat, and there are just as many tea shops and wine shops in the city.

In addition, there are also what Soul Rejuvenation Pill, Yang Returning Grass, a talisman with the words "One Day Trip to the World" written on it, a Dream Pill that can be used to contact living relatives, etc., which are simply eye-opening.

It has been a few months since he came to the underworld, and Liu Qinghuan has also visited this capital city several times, so he has become accustomed to the surrounding scenery, so he walks forward without squinting, and does not care about the peeping eyes that follow him.

He hadn't seen a breathing person in this dead city for hundreds of years, and wherever he went, it was like a light in the night, and it was hard not to attract attention. It's just that those demons and ghosts don't dare to provoke him easily after catching a glimpse of his ghost brand.

Huangquan Liquor Store is a small building that seems to collapse at any time, Liu Qinghuan walked through the store on the first floor to the second floor, and saw a few ghosts by the window at a glance.

"Brother Liu, here. Fan Guicha raised his hand: "You're too late, let's punish three glasses first!"

Liu Qinghuan swept over a few people, except for Fan Ghost Cha, who was familiar with each other, everyone else was the ghost cha he had met in the past few months and served in various departments of the prefecture.

He smiled freely, took the wine glass and drank it, the wine was as bright red as blood in the mouth, but it had a spicy and explosive taste that was different from the world.

"Tsk! This punishment is not a punishment to Brother Liu's heart. ”

The one sitting next to Fan Guicha was an errand in the reincarnation pool, and at this time, he stared at the wine glass in his hand quite distressed: "The wine of life and death can only be exchanged for a bottle for thirty merit points, which means that one cup can be punished." ”

"That's not going to work. Liu Qinghuan poured another glass and said with a smile: "I only got two points of merit in one day on an errand in the Mirror Stage, and it was only sixty points in a month, although I can still hold up a little bit by suppressing a troubled evil spirit, I am still very shy in my pocket, and now I have the opportunity to rub you with a meal, and I must let go of it, hahaha!"

Speaking of which, no matter what you buy in this underworld, you have to exchange it for merit points, and the spirit stone is useless here, which makes Liu Qinghuan, who was originally rich in his own family, helpless.

A white-flour steamed bun that can only be seen and can't be eaten still needs two points of merit, and a bottle of morning and death wine costs thirty points of merit, Liu Qinghuan was originally interested in Fan Guicha's immortal relics, and after knowing the price of goods here, he felt deceived.

The errands in the underworld are boring but heavy, and there are countless ghosts in the house every day, so it is rare to get together for a drink.

One of them was in the Infernal Hell, and came over to chat with him: "Brother Liu, since you came, we have saved a lot of trouble. I heard that the dead soul in my hand now was the emperor when he was alive?"

Liu Qinghuan recalled: "There is such a person, that person has a perverse temperament, killed countless people in the process of seizing the throne, and was brutal and mediocre after ascending to the throne, making the people miserable. When I arrived at the Evil Mirror Platform, relying on that trace of true dragon qi that had not been dissipated, it still caused me a little trouble. ”

The ghost said with a smile: "No matter how vicious he is, in the hands of Brother Liu, he won't be able to make any waves." ”

"Not necessarily. Liu Qinghuan said: "I recently discovered that these powerful souls should not be underestimated, most of them have some origins, if you underestimate them, you may capsize in the gutter." ”

"Hahaha, I don't believe this, Brother Liu, aren't you a great monk in the world, what are you afraid of. Where is it like us, although we are ghosts, but like those dead souls under our hands, they are confined to the underworld for a long time, and they cannot be free. ”

These words secretly brought out a bit of jealousy, Liu Qinghuan said lightly: "Brother Fang, why should you be arrogant, you can also cultivate like me, with the qualifications of the underworld, you can go straight to the immortal realm at that time, isn't it cheaper than cultivating people who have to break through several heavenly tribulations." ”

The ghost pursed his lips when he heard this: "It's difficult, if the ghost fairy wants to be so easy to cultivate, Meng Po has already run away." I can't say that I will be sent to Ah Bi Prison in the future, it will really be a life of death. ”

Liu Qinghuan's expression moved slightly: "What you are talking about is ...... Nose Prison?"

The wine of death is full of strength, and all the ghosts eat and drink, and in the end they are all drunk.

Liu Qinghuan was also a little drunk, and after ordering the men to send them back to their respective residences, he left the wine shop and walked towards his residence in a shaky manner.

The underworld divided him into a small courtyard, which consisted of three or five rooms in total, except for the wall and a bottomless black well, and an empty coffin placed in the left room, only two uneven tables and a few wooden stools that creaked when he sat down.

Although Liu Qinghuan has never been very particular about food, clothing, housing and transportation, he also felt that this courtyard was too simple when he first moved in. It's just that the Songxi Cave Heavenly Map still can't be opened to this day, so he had to arrange it himself and take out a set of furniture stored in the ring, so that he can barely live in it.

The wind blew in the courtyard for a while, and the meager drunkenness in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he stepped into the right room.

A complex refining array was carved on the ground on the right, and Liu Qinghuan flicked the sword-shaped pattern on the inside of his arm, and sighed: "Since I can't cultivate now, I can only refine you." ”

With a slight stroke, a slender bloody wound appeared on his arm, and the small sword rushed out, and he immediately wanted to flee, but when he heard the hum of the magic circle, a thick wall of light rose and locked it in.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes lit up slightly, the sword spirit of this sword was extremely unruly, and the old man in the merger period wanted to refine it but was unsuccessful, but Liu Qinghuan was not in a hurry anyway, he had a lot of free time anyway, even if he grinded, he had to brand it with his own divine seal.