I don't know how long it took, but the lobby in front of me blurred for a while. The figure kneeling on the futon in front of the Hall of Ecstasy flashed and was teleported to the back door of the Hall of Ecstasy.
"Old Immortal, did I just say what I said?"
When the old immortal heard this, he said with a face full of ridicule: "I told you all! Even when I was a kid, I peeked..."
When Wu Fan heard this, his expression changed, and he slammed the iron rod in his hand to the ground with a clang. The old fairy was so shocked that stars appeared in his eyes, and he begged for mercy again and again, but said no more.
"Old immortal, if you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will throw you away!"
"Didn't you ask me this first?" The old immortal looked aggrieved.
"I mean I didn't say anything about you!"
"Oh...that's not the case."
Wu Fan nodded. It seemed that the Hall of Ecstasy only allowed him to state the rights and wrongs of his life, but did not disclose his life experiences. On the other hand, I had killed many people who destroyed my sect incognito before, and I didn't know what punishment I would receive.
Anyway, one step at a time, no matter how much he thought about it, he wouldn't be able to change anything, it would just add to his worries, so he stepped through the back door and walked towards the exit.
Walking out of the door, there is another long corridor in front of you. The difference from the entrance is that there are two rows of black-armored soldiers standing neatly on the corridor, which is no less spectacular than the other side.
However, it was spectacular. In such a serious atmosphere, the old immortal's surprise made Wu Fan inexplicably nervous. The hand holding the iron rod was a little slippery with sweat.
"You! Stop!" A majestic voice like a bell came, and Wu Fan was surrounded by black-armored soldiers on both sides. He was really afraid of what would happen.
A black-armored general carrying a wine pot stood up from his seat, and the soldiers surrounding him took the initiative to retreat to a road. Suddenly, a sense of majesty slowly came over.
"What do you hold? Where did you get it?" The black-armored general stopped a foot away in front of Wu Fan with his hands behind his back and said coldly.
"General, this is just an ordinary stick... The situation in the underworld is extremely dangerous, so it is natural to have something for self-defense. I just picked it up casually." Although Wu Fan looked relaxed, he couldn't help but feel worried. Playing the drum, I am afraid that the stick will come from the wrong direction.
"A stick picked up casually? Huh! Where do you think this is? You can pick up anything casually? Bring it to me!" The black-armored general stepped over with an unkind expression and was about to take it away. Take the stick in Wufan's hand.
The old immortal was too frightened to say anything. No matter how Wu Fan called him, he didn't dare to say anything. He just waited for him to be caught. At the critical moment when the black-armored general's big hand was about to touch the iron rod, a majestic voice came from the hall: "Let him pass!"
"But... I obey my orders!" The general was about to argue when he suddenly heard another displeased snort coming from the hall. Then he withdrew his big hand and leaned over to reply.
The black-armored general waved his hand, and the black-armored soldiers retreated, making way for Wu Fan. Although Wu Fan didn't understand what just happened, he quickly hugged the stick tightly and quickly turned around and walked out of the door.
"I'm scaring the old immortal, I'm frightening the old immortal!" The old immortal survived the desperate situation and returned to his cheerful mood. He spoke with sincerity and fear, but there was no hint of fear in his tone.
"Old Immortal! You are still not telling the truth at this time! Where did this iron rod come from? You couldn't have... stolen it, right?"
"Old immortal, how could I be that kind of person... that kind of monster! Of course I picked up this iron rod!"
"Where did you pick it up?"
"Where... under the stage of Wild Ghost Village!"
"Under the stage? How did you know there was this thing under the stage?" Wu Fan became more suspicious the more he asked, feeling that the iron rod in his hand was a troublemaker.
"Old Immortal, I am very aware of everything. Naturally, nothing can escape my discernment..." The old Immortal was bragging. When he saw Wu Fan looking evil and pretending to throw away the iron rod, he admitted his mistake again and again and talked about the origin of the iron rod.
That day, Lao Xian originally thought that playing the role of this evil ghost would steal people's souls, but after rehearsals, he discovered that this was a thankless job. It was very aggrieved by being beaten by Fatty, so it took advantage of people's unpreparedness and prepared to escape. But as soon as it was out of sight, it heard footsteps coming from the side. In an emergency, it could only hide under the stage.
Contrary to the imagined small space, the bottom of the stage was actually empty, with not a single pillar, as if it was suspended in mid-air. He felt very surprised. He looked around and saw an iron rod stuck in the ground in the center of the stage.
It was so surprised that it couldn't help but let out a soft cry, but the two people outside heard it and pulled him out. It turned out to be the two masters and apprentices, one big and one small!
When the master and apprentice saw the old fairy pouting under the stage, they didn't have any doubts. They just thought that he was actively preparing and admired the old fairy very much. She patted her chest and told him that after this scene was over, he would also have the opportunity to play one of the masters and disciples.
The old immortal was very moved, and then went on stage to be beaten again.
Just when it was helpless and lamenting repeatedly, a muffled clang was heard from the audience, suddenly interrupting the performance. The old immortal looked down and saw Wu Fan standing in the crowd with a dull expression. The culprit water ladle in his hand had already rolled aside.
At this time, the play was coming to an end. The short apprentice took this opportunity to pick up Wu Fan and run away, preparing to find a quiet place to perform the soul-stealing ceremony.
Of course, the old immortal couldn't let him attack Wu Fan, but he didn't have any weapons in his hands, so he sneaked under the stage and pulled out the iron rod.
But he didn't expect that the moment the iron rod was pulled out, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed dramatically. The colorful stage turned into ashes, and the beautiful wild ghost village became extremely desolate.
The old immortal felt that this iron rod was an extraordinary thing, so he took it with him...
"But don't worry! If it is really a treasure, the adults in the Hall of Ecstasy will definitely not let us leave like this!" the old immortal said confidently.
Wu Fan had a headache after hearing this, and was too lazy to talk to the old immortal. He tore off a piece of cloth, wrapped the iron rod around it, and pinned it to his lower back.
As soon as he came out of the Hall of Ecstasy, there was a bluestone road that stretched as far as the eye could see. However, the road was very desolate at this time. There was no other shadow except Wu Fan. He could only follow the guidance according to his feeling. go.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly found that the sky around him had become very dark, making it difficult to distinguish the boundaries between heaven and earth. Although the sky was extremely dark, the scenery in front of him was very clear, as if these scenery were engraved in his mind. The road under his feet also disappeared before his eyes. Every step seemed to be on the void, but every step was so solid.
Suddenly, Wu Fan raised his head and saw a city gate rising from the ground in front of him, nestled in the red clouds.
I saw a huge plaque hanging on this magnificent city gate, with the word Fengdu particularly eye-catching. It seemed that we had finally arrived.
"Who is here! Present the token!"
When Wu Fan was about to step into the gate, he suddenly heard a deafening sound in front of him, and saw a man with a red body holding a bay-red horse walking out of the shadows.
This man's eyebrows were as thick as a brush and extremely dark, his eyes were as glaring as copper bells, his nose was as big as an ordinary person's fist, and although his mouth was not big, the corners of his mouth were drooped down, giving him a look of calm and intimidation.
"Token? Sir, I don't have a token..."
"Anyone who breaks into Fengdu without a token will be killed!" Before Wu Fan could finish his words, the red man grew twice as big as a door leaf and slapped him with a hand as big as a door leaf.
In desperation, Wu Fan pulled out the iron rod behind him and stabbed the man's iron palm with it, preparing to take advantage of the situation to retreat a few steps. What he didn't expect was that although the iron rod looked ordinary, it left a medium-sized black hole in the man's palm.
Although the black hole seemed harmless and not even a drop of blood flowed out, it made the man's expression change and return to its previous size. He looked at Wu Fan with a solemn expression and spoke word by word.
"Who are you?"
"My lord, my name is Wu Fan. I just came out of the Hall of Ecstasy. I don't have any tokens. I was just forced by the situation and had no intention of stabbing you!"
"Ecstasy Hall...are you from outside?"
"Outside?"
"That's all, I was too nervous and I wrongly blamed you! Go in and register!" After saying this, the man threw a sign and saw the number "two" written on it.
"In this case, thank you so much, sir..." Seeing that the man did not blame himself, Wu Fan breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the city gate holding the sign.
"What do you think?" Shortly after Wu Fan entered the door, a dark shadow flashed at the door, and a figure in white appeared.
"Absolutely extraordinary!" The red man looked at the injury on his palm.
"I'm talking about people!"
"That's what I said."
"That's it?"
"So be it."
"Anything you want to ask?"
"Nothing to ask."
"I'm leaving?"
"I won't send it away." After saying that, the red man took the bay red horse and turned around and left without looking back.
"No! If you don't ask, I still want to say it! Nowadays, the ghost world cannot interfere with the affairs of the earth. If no one steps up to control the situation, once things happen, I'm afraid your workload will increase again! Those adults will Don’t you think about the consequences?”
The red man seemed not to have heard anything and was about to disappear at the gate.
"Don't those adults have any measures?" the man in white asked again.
"Work overtime." As two words without any emotion came out, the door closed with a bang.
"Alas, plans can't keep up with changes!" The man in white knocked on his fan and disappeared.
After the first gate, there was a second gate, and between the two gates was another long passage. He didn't remember how many passages he walked through during this period. He was already numb anyway, so he just walked. It's over.
"That kid over there! The registration place is over here!"
As soon as Wu Fan walked out of the door, he heard someone greeting him. He followed the sound and saw a big umbrella standing by the doorway. Under the umbrella was a tea stall. On the side of the tea stall was a yellow background with red letters. A small flag with a few small words written on it - Registration Office for New Ghosts.
I saw a booklet, a pen, and a cup of tea placed on the table of the tea stall. Although I heard the voice of greeting, there was no sign of anyone in front of me.
