Just as I was surprised, I suddenly heard someone say "Huh?", and then I discovered that there were two human beings wearing Taoist robes like me appearing behind me. "Just imagine that this is the eighteenth level of hell in the underworld. Who would travel to a place like this with nothing to do?" And if one of the other party doesn't make a sound, I'm afraid I won't be able to detect the other party's existence at all. For this reason alone, I am inferior to them. "You are" Before I could finish my words, one of them made a shushing gesture towards me, and then the other person came to me very quickly, stretched out his hand and pinched me. At my waist, the other hand took the steel fork in my hand. Afterwards, these two guys left the blue boundary in a hurry. "This" Before I could say the next words, the guy who was running with me threw the steel fork to another person, and then used his hand to cover my mouth. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't get rid of him. big hands. But these two people ran really fast, and I saw the scenery around me slipping past my eyes in an instant. In just a moment, I left the little hell that was dripping at the palm of my hand and came to a strange place. "Hurry up and take your hands away, you won't have to suffocate him to death." The guy holding the steel fork winked at me, but the words were directed at the person holding me. "Oh, how could I have forgotten this? Death penalty! Death penalty!" While speaking, the guy holding me actually put me on the ground first, and then took away the hand covering my nose and mouth. I breathed the air of hell greedily, and thought to myself, what are these two people doing? Are they friends or enemies? I saw the guy holding the steel fork grinning and said to me: "Little guy, this is hell, you are in a soul state, you don't need to breathe." That's right! How could I forget this? I smiled sheepishly. Who would have thought that after this guy finished teasing me, he said to the guy holding me between him: "Martial arts man, are you stupid too? Do you listen to anything I say?" "Well, literary man, you are so stupid. Bully me and see how I deal with you." The martial artist realized that the other party was making fun of him, and immediately waved his fist to cause trouble for the other party. "Wait a moment!" The literary man shouted while flashing the martial arts man's fist. "What are you doing, are you still trying to trick me?" The martial artist learned wisely this time. Not only did he not stop attacking, he actually increased the frequency of his punches. "You don't even ask if the other person is the person we are looking for. What if we rescue the wrong person? How can we explain to Master Jingkong?" Wen Daoren dodged in a very awkward manner, and several times the opponent's fists grazed his skin. However, it can be seen that the skills of martial arts people are far superior to those of literary people. "That's right!" The martial artist stopped attacking and came to me in the blink of an eye. He asked me in a loud voice, "Are you Jia Shu?" I knew it as soon as he came over. I was far from a match for the martial artist, so even though I was surprised, I also nodded my head, but I regretted it after nodding. "It's not good to be confused. You don't know whether the other party is a friend or an enemy, so you let the other party know your identity. What to do if the other party is an enemy? "That's great, Literary Man, it's him! Look at him nodding." The martial arts man was dancing with excitement. Why do I feel that this man is a little careless? The literary Taoist helplessly signaled the martial arts man to stop talking, and came to me with small steps, "You are quite capable, little kid. You can make Cui Yufa get so angry with you. You are really better than me." "Lan." I finally heard it. The two old masters in front of me are definitely our own people, otherwise they would not make fun of Cui Yu. Immediately he asked the other party with confidence: "May I ask why Taoist priests Wen and Wu took me out of the small hell ahead?" It¡¯s your place!¡± the martial artist taught me as if he was very smart. "Jia Shu, you don't know something. The road surface of the Little Hell is made of the sinews of the evil souls inside. Strictly speaking, the road there is a living thing. As long as you step in even one step, the other party will be killed." I will immediately know where you are." Judging from how clearly the scholar explains it, he really lives up to his name. "Then why did you two want to save me?" This is the question I am most concerned about at the moment. "Because Master Jingkong asked us to save you!" The martial artist answered quickly, but his logic was a little less logical, which made me a little confused. The Taoist scholar frowned after hearing this, "Can you let me tell you?" "Okay!" "No!" The Taoist martial artist and I gave two completely different answers. I looked helplessly at the two veterans in front of me, waiting for the other party to finally make a decisionOK, who is going to explain to me the cause and effect here? "Old rules?" The Taoist scholar stretched out his fist and shook it at the Taoist martial artist, "Okay!" The Taoist martial artist also took big steps to come to the Taoist scholar, shaking his right fist at the same time. It seemed that these two talented people knew how to do it. There was a fierce battle. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The little abacus in my heart was making a crackling sound, and I saw the fists of these two dead cows shaking up and down several times. The literary man produced cloth, but the martial man produced stones. Damn, my nose is so hung up that I am so angry at these two dead Taoist priests. I bet your so-called old rules are just "rock, paper, scissors" played by three-year-olds! "You're cheating!" The martial artist's gambling was not good, and he said fiercely after losing. "Which of your eyes saw that I was cheating?" the scholar asked unconvinced. "I made the first move, but you were slower than me. No, try again!" The martial arts man pestered the literary man unwillingly. "Okay, then one game will determine victory or defeat this time. After losing, you are not allowed to shout about the best of three games or the best of five games. Do you hear me?" "Yeah!" "Jia Shu, help us shout the slogan." "What slogan are you shouting?" I found these two veterans to be very funny, just like children, but I didn't understand what the other party's slogan was. "Shout one, two, three, okay?" The martial arts master taught me angrily. When I nodded, these two veterans prepared their fists and waited for me to give the order. "One~~two~~three!" As the three words were shouted, the civil and martial arts practitioners punched at the same time. Unfortunately, the martial arts practitioners still lost to the literary practitioners this time. I saw that this guy's face was red from holding back, he was breathing heavily through his nose, and his back was facing the two of us, pouting, as if he was sulking alone. "Master Jingkong is a student of Yuan Gong. After death, it is logical that he can enter the Western Paradise and become an Arhat. However, in order to save all sentient beings, Master Jingkong is willing to give up this honor and come to hell alone to pour out what he has learned in his life. This time I heard from Black and White Wuchang that you were in danger. Master Jingkong was afraid that Cui Yu would be disadvantageous to you, so he asked the two of us to come down and give you a helping hand. "Look at the literary Taoist. , so logical and clear, I only understood it after it was said once. to be continued