My Hot Pot Restaurant in the Underworld is Officially Open for Business - Chapter 145

Hell.

Everything is nothing but yellow sand everywhere.

Countless ghosts wandered in the wilderness with nowhere to return. After a hundred years, they became nothingness and their souls were scattered. They must not be seen by human beings and must not eat anything in the world.

When encountering wars, cold winters, and severe droughts, one would starve to death during his lifetime, and it would be even more difficult after death.

Occasionally, there are ghosts that have survived for more than a hundred years, either eating something terrible, or trapped in something.

Those incredible things are mostly foreign flesh and blood, and lose their minds after eating them, and they will be hungry forever.

Those ghosts who are trapped in a certain object cannot go even a few meters away. They encounter heavy evil objects, and they suffer from the thorns of the soul day and night.

When the bun died, it was not twenty.

He was called Baozi, not his own name, but a witch doctor in the tribe gave him his surname and gave him a “zi” as a name. It probably refers to the person with the surname “bao”, which has nothing to do with what was later called “baozi” without stuffing, and has nothing to do with stuffed stuffed stuffed buns later on.

It is very rare to have a surname.

He has been following witch medicine for many years, watching witch doctors researching various herbs, planting toxic and non-toxic things, and tasting a lot of them as experimental products.

At that time, the buns had a thin, sallow face, only a piece of skin on their arms, and no flesh at all, so they could barely see their personality. He often smiles gently, thinking that in a few years, he will become a new witch doctor and be revered by the tribesmen, one day…

Shennong…

He thought so.

Buns are born with self-judgment on things. He has never followed what he said because of what people say, and he often fell into quiet thinking. Therefore, people in the tribe often find him and let him distinguish right from wrong.

A follower of a witch doctor, a person who can distinguish and speak, everyone will always be a little convinced.

However, he died very early.

Death, because of how he behaves and how he does things, will not be kind, let go of his weak existence.

When Baozi closed his eyes, and then opened his eyes, he saw that he was being buried in the soil, and the tribe’s human face was full of grief and reluctance. In the tribe, death represents separation, which is also a big event.

He sat blankly on the dirt pile, looked at his own dirt bag, and thought:…It turns out that after death, he can still feel it.

It turned out that this is a ghost.

After becoming a ghost, he slowly got acquainted with other ghosts and learned a lot of things.

The ghosts have no disputes, most of them are friendly and exchange all kinds of news.

Some told Baozi that there were other races in this world, far away, and dragons and phoenixes. Those were the two most powerful races. Some told Baozi that there are immortals in this world, and that immortals will be treated differently from human beings if they return to Mount Tai after their death.

Others told Baozi that most of the things that ghosts can eat are not good things, because ghosts are too fragile to bear.

Bun summed up all kinds of news, and then headed to Mount Tai.

It’s hard to walk far as a human being, fearing darkness and winter.

Now as a ghost, he can go far away without worrying about whether his weak body will die.

Baozi glanced at his own soil bag for the last time and set off on the road to Mount Tai. This way, I don’t know how many years it is. Mainly…there are not too many ghosts who know the road, most of them can only point to a general direction.

When he reached the foot of Mount Tai, he looked up at the mountain, full of confusion: “Why does it look the same as the mountain he encountered on the road?”

There is a feeling that does not fit the name.

Baozi floated up the mountain, looking for something unique on the mountain.

What is the difference in the place where the fairy can be reincarnated?

The buns at this time didn’t know at all, for ordinary ghosts, the real Mount Tai would never get in. The barrier of the interface completely separated Mount Tai, where only ordinary creatures existed, and Mount Tai, where the immortals were received.

The real Mount Tai is a world of its own.

Baozi spent a long time on Mount Tai, but couldn’t find the entrance.

He searched it over and over again, from a little confusion to finally disappointment, the transition took almost no time. He clearly understood how weak he was, so weak that he was excluded from the true power of this world.

“Baozi” can only be an entourage of a witch doctor, dying less than twenty and dying a hundred years later.

Perhaps many ghosts, like him, XunXunXi did not find them at all. In the end, they chose to contact those things that became stronger by one in ten thousand, and they became a failure of nine hundred and ninety-nine hundred thousand.

He sat on the top of Mount Tai, in a daze, looking into the distance.

When you are not talking, you think a lot more. He thinks from the sun rising to the west, from spring to winter, from one year to the new year.

Philosophy hadn’t sprouted at that time, and all things were unclear.

Human characters are still in the state of drawing symbols, and the tribes are all in a state of the weak.

Bao Zi had thought about all his life, and started to think about all kinds of things along the way, but in the end he also thought about everything.

He wondered, why there are so many people in the world who want to live for a long time and want to be ghosts for a long time. It’s boring after a long time. Walking outside, just like that, there are endless moments when looking at the scenery.

After Baozi was so confused, he found the answer for himself: I should know too little.

Knowing too little, knowing too little, seeing too little, this makes the unknown of the world full of boring.

What a pity.

Oh, what a shame.

Baozi gave himself a sentence like this.

He walked down from Mount Tai and decided to look at various races, human race, monster race, witch race, dragon group, phoenix race…

The day when he ushered in his own destruction in the unknown may not be a lucky thing.

The bun drifted slowly down the mountain, still thinking about Mount Tai in his thoughts: “It would be a shame if other places are the same as Mount Tai and don’t live up to the name.”

Facts have proved that it is okay to think about something, but it is best not to say it.

As soon as his words fell, Mount Tai fell apart.

A huge rolling stone fell from the mountain and rumbling down the mountain. The mountain soil was tumbling down with trees and all kinds of messy things.

Baozi paused in the air, a little wondering whether he should continue walking down.

The landslide was not caused by him either.

As far as people are concerned, there are no people around.

Ghosts can’t hurt them.

The bun continued to float down, very calm.

From the original point of view, if you can see the buns, you can witness the absurd scene. Mount Tai is shaking and almost suffered a devastating natural blow. However, there is still a ghost floating down on the mountain with a calm expression.

When he floated to the bottom of the mountain, Baozi was finally stunned by a flower in front of his eyes, not understanding what had happened.

The sky is empty, there is no sun or moon, just like that.

The yellow sand all over the ground, looking around, there are endless edges.

He also saw a lot of ghosts…

He was in Taishan just now and didn’t see many ghosts.

Bun suddenly turned back.

Behind him is also yellow sand, and there is no undulating hillside, which is really boring.

Baozi walked to a nearby ghost: “What happened? Where is this?”

The ghost was at a loss: “I don’t know, I was just in Shishan.”

Bun: “Shishan?”

The ghost nodded: “There are so many people who died there, and the bodies piled up in mountains, so it was called Shishan. There I studied where my body was thrown.”

This ghost is obviously still in the agony of ghost life: “Maybe it is divided into many sections and lost. Alas, this is really embarrassing to me.”

After the steamed bun heard this, he felt quite embarrassed.

He casually followed the topic and chatted: “Why do so many people die?”

It is rare to see a place with a lot of people, indicating that the place where the ghost originally stayed should be an extremely large tribe.

And even if it’s a bit common to die a lot of people, who makes human beings too vulnerable. On the contrary, it is less vulnerable after becoming a ghost.

The ghost answered his question quite seriously: “I was taken to the blood sacrifice, forged a weapon. It seems like a war against the lich, you need a magic weapon. But I don’t think it is very successful. The weapon from the blood sacrifice is quite evil. Sexual, I’m afraid it’s a demon sword. Real treasures are born by nature.”

After hearing this, Baozi widened his eyes: “Blood sacrifice?”

The ghost nodded and sighed: “Yes. One by one, we caught the edge of the pool and bleed. It’s the same as killing pheasants.”

Baozi didn’t dare to imagine the scene, and only said: “It shouldn’t be like this.”

Ghosts think so too.

How about this.

But whether it is a human or a ghost, they can’t stop this killing. The matter is here, who can solve it…

Ghost: “So do we want to walk around? I think it’s strange that we are here. It’s not who wants a bunch of ghosts to forge a new ghost?”

bun:”……”

It sounds scary.

The bun floated forward: “Go, let’s understand.”

Ghosts and ghosts go together, and it’s hard to get to know this place. This place is too big, and I walked straight ahead. I don’t know how long I left, and the surrounding environment has not changed at all.

The endless yellow sand is not as interesting as watching the clouds from the top of Mount Tai.

When they got together, they dispersed.

Speaking of acting separately, but knowing to walk one more way, maybe the ending is the same.

The future is long, only loneliness.

The buns have been walking for a long time, and I have seen a ghost that was sent here inexplicably and quite confused, and some have lost control, running around, and even don’t know where they got their bones.

Where is it?

Why are they here?

Until there was another shaking, Baozi smelled a **** smell.

He opened his eyes wide and witnessed the sea of ​​blood in the yellow sand, and then countless uncontrollable evil spirits pounced on the sea of ​​blood. The evil spirits who had lost their senses rushed over and made sharp screams, then melted into it and disappeared.

This terrible sight…

“You are not an evil spirit, it is better to stand a little to the side.” A female voice suddenly came from the side.

The bun turned his head and was stunned.

The world turned out to be beautiful, with long hair like a waterfall of green silk and white skin like lanolin cream.

He listened to the voice and looked at the sea of ​​blood ahead, as if looking at something more normal, with a faint sigh: “Human beings are really a very sad race.”

Baozi thought: Nothing.

Human beings will have no regrets in their entire lives to see a kind and beautician like you.

But he didn’t say it.

He was afraid of disturbing the woman, so he only dared to be a fool around, motionless and silent.

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