At 23:55, the six-member mission team was waiting to enter the underworld.
Ning Zhi, the captain with the lowest cultivation level, sat quietly, holding a palm-sized spiritual gun in his hand. After Thunderbird took it to repair it, he changed it to a magic weapon.
This time the quality is better, and it can be used in dual standby modes of charging Lingbao and Lingli.
The other four monsters, who are highly cultivated and experienced, sit next to them like old employees who are forced to work overtime, enjoying their poverty and depression.
Jiu Yuanzi felt that this was not possible and the four ferocious beasts had to be cheered up.
After all, you will have to work as soon as you get in. This kind of mental state is not conducive to work.
She wants the four ferocious beasts to know that CEOs also have times when they are down and out. Don't be fooled by the other party's ability to make money and lose the value of your own existence.
So, Jiu Yuanzi said: "Mr. Ning, have you repaired the Thunderbird that you owe me? I didn't use it in the last dojo, and something almost happened..."
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Ning took out his wallet, took out five intermediate talismans, and handed them over, "This is the late payment fee."
Jiu Yuanzi paused and reached out to take the spiritual talisman. Why did Mr. Ning feel unhappy when he received the spiritual object he deserved from a man?
The four ferocious beasts didn't feel like the president was down at all, but instead felt even more depressed.
Having money is amazing.
Yes, if you were rich, you wouldn't be afraid of your boss.
Just when he thought this, Gong Jiuqiong opened the door and came in.
The four ferocious beasts quickly sat up straight.
Oh, forget it, don't think about such taboo things.
"You can get ready, take care along the way." Gong Jiuqiong said with a smile, mainly to Jiu Yuanzi and Ning Zhi.
There is no need to pay special attention to the four ferocious beasts, and there is no need to invest unnecessary emotions in the domestic ones.
Jiu Yuanzi first reminisced about the deathly aura, and then retched: "Ugh."
"Sorry, I'll take my time." She said sheepishly, then snapped her fingers with both hands.
Immediately, everyone felt that there seemed to be an extra layer of something on their bodies, but they could not touch it.
The eye-stinging smell that I smelled in the auction house during the day did not reach my nose, but there was just a faint and refreshing mint smell.
The five demons said doubtfully: "The taste is wrong, isn't it supposed to be smelly?"
"It was 1,000 times thicker to make it smell so bad. When the dosage is reduced to normal levels, it has such a refreshing smell. The underworld is not a cesspit. Even if ghosts can bear it, there are gods like King Yama in it." Jiu Motoko explained.
"The more likely a stink is to appear in a place, the more likely it is to cover it up with a refreshing smell. When it comes to smell, I say it's second, but no one dares to say it's first, so don't worry."
She felt that Yao was really cheap, and she wasn't satisfied even though she didn't smell bad.
Jiu Yuanzi also added a layer to himself. Now their six-headed demons are filled with the death energy of ghosts, and they will not be recognized as living people standing at the door of the Hall of Hell.
Gong Jiuqiong took out six broad bean-sized, gray and low-key badges, "You should take the badges with you. When you come out, just rush to where you entered and you will be able to come back."
"If you lose it, it will be very troublesome to get it back."
Six people took the badges and pinned them all to their clothes.
Then Gong Jiuqiong used his spiritual power to draw a circle on the ground. The circle's light flashed, and a black hole appeared on the carpet inside, and a cool breath flowed out.
Finally, he gave Ning Zhi a plastic bag of black ashes, "This is the cost of your trip to the underworld."
Burnt Tiandi Bank notes?
Jiu Motoko looked at the pile of ashes and had a bold idea. If there were spiritual objects for sale in the underworld, could he buy them with mortal paper money? That would make him rich.
Ning Zhi looked at the plastic bag in his hand and had an idea. If things from the underworld could be brought to the mortal world and a trade route opened, they could hit the market for spiritual objects.
If this plan is feasible, it would be best to find a partner in the underworld to conduct large-volume business.
He still looked down upon personal smuggling.
"I am a little expert in selling goods. I will set off before dawn, running and screaming..." A song sounded, Gong Jiuqiong raised his hand and looked at his watch. This was the alarm clock he had set.
He calmly pressed the alarm clock, and then said: "It's 12 o'clock, you can go in."
The demons looked at each other, stepped into the halo, and disappeared into the black hole.
Everyone seemed to be standing in a tunnel, with a self-propelled conveyor belt at their feet, moving towards a bright spot the size of a grain of rice in front of them. The bright spot got bigger and bigger, and finally they were all sent into the bright light.
Sunshine, breeze.
The six of them appeared in a wild meadow covered with green grass and wild flowers. There was a blue sky, white clouds and the sun above their heads. There was a straight road in front of them and a cute bus stop.
There was also a billboard on the bus stop advertising instant noodles, the hot and spicy Xintan Sour Beans and Shredded Chicken Noodles.
"..." The six of them looked at the surrounding scenery, which was a bit beyond their expectations. This was so unlike the underworld.
The scenery is as beautiful as a magazine photo, the grass is so green, and the wild flowers dotted among it are so cute and full of life.
Even the road is clean and brand-new with endless sight, making you want to immediately drive into a pink car and embark on a self-driving trip to find poetry and paintings in the distance.
None of the six people had been to the underworld. According to their usual imagination, the underworld would be a dark, ancient place full of ghosts with dark circles on the streets.
Or there are ugly ghosts everywhere, and grotesque ghosts drag the souls of screaming bad guys and throw them into the oil pan and fry them several times.
The ghosts' faces were pale and they remained as dead as when they died. Graves and skeletons were everywhere, and from time to time there were weird beasts lying on the ground gnawing on unknown pieces of meat.
The whole underworld is filled with an atmosphere of gloom, terror and despair.
The current appearance is a bit disappointing, it is a waste of the curiosity that everyone prepared before entering.
"Give you some money to spare. If we get separated, we can take a ride here." Ning Zhi said, holding up the plastic bag.
The bag of paper money and ashes has turned into a bag full of money, with the largest denomination being 100, and some small change.
It seems that when Gong Jiuqiong burned paper money, he also burned some with small denominations, and after burning them, they were converted by the exchange rate of the underworld.
Otherwise, how could a denomination worth tens of billions become 100 yuan?
Ning Zhi gave each of the Four Fierce Beasts and Jiu Yuanzi 1,096 yuan, and he kept the rest. He had calculated the amount so that there were even parts.
1,000 yuan is used as a reserve fund for important moments, 6 yuan is used to take the bus, and 90 yuan can be used to buy small things.
Just by looking at the denomination, you can tell that the prices cannot be too exaggerated.
Jiu Motoko looked at the six 1-yuan notes in his hand and asked: "The president actually knows how much it costs to take the bus. I thought you would get on the bus, and then take out a hundred yuan and ask the driver if it is enough."
She has never taken a bus, but she has watched a drama about a commoner mother-in-law and daughter-in-law having sex with each other, and there are many scenes of taking buses.
Ning Zhi looked at her in confusion, "I was still an ordinary person last month. It's just that my house is bigger than others and my monthly income is a little higher. It doesn't mean that I am an idiot."
"Okay, the drama about the domineering president is all a lie. In fact, you are also very down-to-earth. It's just me who is superficial." Jiu Yuanzi quickly reflected, and he said it would be just a few hundred million points.
"Let's go." Ning Zhi said, and then led everyone to the bus stop.
With such an obvious landmark, there was no need to think about it. He must have wanted them to take the bus to their destination, City God.
The six people walked to the bus stop and saw the name of the bus station written on it, Country Park Station, and the final stop was Imperial City.
Well, if the city god turns around, it will become the imperial city.
"It's not Naihe Bridge or Huangquan Road. It has no atmosphere at all." Jiu Yuanzi muttered.
There was no sense of immersion in this environment at all. Such a contrast in painting style made them all feel uncomfortable and out of place.
There was not a single private car on the road. If the six of them stood still here, they would have blended into the scenery, like a beautiful landscape photo.
After waiting for a few minutes, a bus drove up from the left side of the road. It had a yellow body with cute ice cream advertisements painted on it. It looked a bit cartoony.
The bus stopped at the stop, opened the door, and the driver, dressed in neat uniform, smiled kindly at them.
Everyone looked at each other, then got on the bus and put in coins, one yuan per person.
There was no one in the car, so they pretended not to know each other and found a seat to sit down.
As soon as the car door closed, it continued to drive forward.
The scenery on the road is still beautiful, either the endless sunflower fields or the sparkling small lake, everything is so beautiful.
The bus drove forward for about half an hour, and a small village appeared on the roadside, with small and exquisite houses with red tiles and white walls, and a shiny golden money tree filled with coins in the yard.
There are also children whose faces are obviously a little too blushed, running around and playing in the yard.
The six demons were all shocked and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
You're in the right place, this is the underworld, it's old-school funeral supplies, money trees and paper figurines!
Those exquisite buildings must have been burned.
Private cars also appeared on the highway, and almost all of them were equipped with neatly dressed drivers who looked like they were burned out.
No driver in the world would dress like this, but at a glance you could tell he was a driver in black clothes and a black hat, and he had a stable temperament.
On the horizon in the distance, a modern metropolis smaller than Haicheng, but with tall buildings and bustling buildings, also appeared.
Imperial City.
