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The Sanyin Sect is divided into three lines: She Gong, Meng Po, and Gui Ying. Its power reached its peak five years ago. The She Gong lineage had the largest number of people. It controlled Jiangcheng behind the scenes and dealt with the dark side of the sect's affairs; Gui Ying alone had Dare to challenge Thirty-six Holes on Maoshan Mountain and compete in ghost arts and Yin magic, but the strength is still higher than that of Shegong; but if you really want to talk about it, the strongest and weirdest one in Sanyin Sect five years ago was Meng Po's lineage , there was only one person in this lineage at that time, and that was the previous generation Meng Po.

She is a living legend, representing the glory of the Sanyin Sect. It was precisely because of her sudden disappearance that a series of things happened to the Sanyin Sect. The Guiying lineage was crippled by the Thirty-Six Holes on Maoshan Mountain. It was the Shegong lineage, which was originally the weakest, that quietly rose up and became the mainstay of the Sanyin Sect.

"Previous Po Meng." The blood froze on her face, and She Qian muttered these words repeatedly.

"Didn't she disappear? Why did she appear here? This alley doesn't look like there's anything special about it."

"Stupid and stupid, she is Po Meng in the sect's biography? She is dressed in mud and rags. Is this the number one person in our Sanyin Sect?"

"What happened to her before she was crazy? Is there anyone in Jiangcheng who can hurt Po Meng?"

The surviving monks of the Sanyin Sect found it incredible. The contemporary Po Meng's eyes turned black and she almost fainted.

The previous generation Meng Po just showed her face briefly, which caused a huge shock among the surviving evil cultivators of Sanyin Sect. Even She Qian, who was about to rush into the alley, stopped. He was scared and felt guilty. Someone as strong as Po Meng would encounter mishaps in this alley, let alone a disciple of his sect.

I saw the ugliness of the Sanyin Sect members in my eyes, with a sneer on my lips, and left without looking back.

"You helped God's will and almost forced me to death. Let's settle the score slowly." I never think that I am a saint. Revenge, complaint and complaint are the rules of my conduct.

Stepping into the lightless road, the evil cultivators of the Sanyin Sect watched my last trace of figure being swallowed up by the darkness, and no one dared to chase me in.

Holding on to the wall, I walked very slowly. The old lady walked in front holding a shabby rag doll. From time to time, she would look back at me once or twice. Her eyes were dull and dull, and there seemed to be broken memories floating in them. .

She seemed to remember something, but soon forgot everything, hummed a nursery rhyme, and left me alone.

“I don’t know if this old lady is really crazy or just pretending to be crazy.” When I entered the street without lights for the first time, I lent her my black umbrella in exchange for an acrostic poem from her. She reminded me tactfully. leave.

The second time I came to the Lightless Road with my balding uncle, she changed several age groups in front of me, including childhood, youth, middle age, old age, etc., as if she was secretly giving me hints behind the back of the underworld show, but Until now, I still haven't figured out what she wanted to express with her original prompt.

"From the tone of the disciples of the Sanyin Sect, the old grandma should be the missing previous generation Meng Po. She appeared on the lightless road, stupid and stupid, and couldn't get out. Is this related to the underworld show?" I thought a lot. Perhaps the most logical one is that the Sanyin Sect discovered that there was something ominous hidden on the lightless road, and Meng Po came to investigate in person, which resulted in the underworld show taking action. From then on, the world lost the all-powerful Po Meng, and there was a crazy old lady holding a doll.

"It seems that the strength of the Underworld Show must be re-evaluated." The Sanyin Sect is the top force in Jiangcheng, but it has no choice but to have the Underworld Show. This makes me both surprised and a little uneasy.

The relationship between me and the Underworld Show is just a cooperative relationship, because the interests are combined. As the live broadcasts proceed, the difficulty of the live broadcast tasks continues to increase. The Underworld Show continues to squeeze the potential and value from me until I can no longer If I can’t bring benefits to the show, I may be ruthlessly abandoned by then.

To avoid this situation, there are only three ways I can think of for the time being. The first is to strengthen yourself crazily and increase your own value. The second is to find Xia Chi and another anchor behind him and "collude inside and outside" to get rid of Control of the show in the underworld; third, save 10,000 points and leave the show.

"It's difficult, no matter which method is used." I walked more than ten meters into the alley, and my eyes began to blur. This time, I was injured too seriously, and I was sucked dry by the Underworld Order. My legs seemed to be filled with blood. It was like lead and could not move at all.

Just when I was about to collapse, I suddenly saw the house number 44. This building always appeared inexplicably.

"No. 44 Wudeng Road, 4th floor underground, room 444. If I had the choice, I would rather not come here for the rest of my life."

Standing at the door, I hesitated for a moment. In fact, I had succeeded in usurping my life and escaped the destined death date of October 30. I could wait here until dawn and then leave on my own. There was no need to seek the show of the underworld. help.

Frankly speaking, even after so many live broadcasts, I still felt a hint of fear from the bottom of my heart when facing the paper interviewer. He did not make any unnecessary actions or deliberately induce people's fearful emotions. Just sitting there and saying very ordinary words, but it brings an irrefutable pressure to people. I don't like that feeling very much.

"Since I'm here, it's better to go take a look. After all, I'm one of their employees. I have hard work without any credit. They shouldn't do anything excessive to me." Dream Wing Gu lay on my liver orifice. Inside, absorb the wood spirit essence of the thousand-year-old locust tree flower. I think the underworld show will not take such behavior by force.

"Dream Wing Gu is languishing, and the three-eyed ghost baby formed by the rebirth of the ghost ghost fell into a deep sleep again. The ghosts on my body, except for the King Master who has no fighting ability, are basically all severely injured. This battle is really tragic." I thought for a moment. , got an idea.

A broken raincoat was half hanging at the door. I pushed open the wooden door, and a rotten smell hit my nostrils.

Stepping on the creaking floorboards, I made my way down to the fourth underground floor.

The long corridor seemed to have no end, and the doors on both sides were all closed. I had no intention of checking more at this time, and went straight to room 444.

The door was unlocked, as if it had been left specially for me.

When you push the door open, you will be greeted by an abandoned warehouse-like layout. Broken tables and chairs are piled together, with insects crawling faintly among them. The carpet is damp and smelly, and the words "Underworld Show" are written crookedly on the wall. .

I took a deep breath and entered the cubicle where I had been interviewed.

A black altar table was placed in the middle of the room, and the examiner wearing a paper mask was sitting upright at the table.

"Did you know I was coming?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to penetrate the paper mask.

The interviewer shook his head: "I've always been here, waiting for the next person to push the door. It doesn't make any difference to me whether it's you or not."

"Oh?" I carefully tried to figure out the meaning of the interviewer's words, but I always felt that he had another deep meaning. I scanned the room with my eyes, and I couldn't help but use my judgment. Soon I found a picture of the underworld on the other side of the altar table. Advertising card for the field.

Different from the previous one by Xia Chi, this card was well preserved, except for a number - "9" written on the upper left side.

"Are there any new people coming for the interview?" I came up with an answer that was closer to the truth in the shortest possible time.

"He opened another door." The interviewer did not answer directly and put the card away: "Mr. Gao, your performance this time exceeded our expectations. Congratulations on surviving."

I smiled bitterly: "This is indeed worthy of congratulations."

I was assigned to ride the death train into the world of Yin and Yang, and it was the Underworld Show that ruined the plan of the Double-Faced Buddha. It can be said that the reason why I became an enemy of God's will was rooted in the Underworld Show. I originally wanted to ask for an explanation, but When I actually faced the paper-faced interviewer, I realized that my so-called courage was just a joke.

"We released an optional task during the last live broadcast, asking you to capture the Dream Wing Gu. This Gu should be on your body now. Are you willing to hand it over?" The interviewer thought for a while and said, "Given that you Under special circumstances, as long as the transaction is successful, we will give you an additional live broadcast immunity."

"A very tempting offer." I looked at the interviewer, lost in thought.