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

Hell.

Everything is a virtual, full of yellow sand.

Countless ghosts in the wilderness, nowhere, after a hundred years, it is empty, and the soul is flying. They can't be seen by people, and they can not eat anything.

When you encounter a war, winter, big drought, it is hungry and death, and it is even more difficult after death.

Occasionally there are ghosts surviving more than a hundred years, either eating something you can't eat, or it is trapped in a certain item.

Those who have you have to, mostly the alien flesh and blood, lose their gods, and always hungry in the abdomen.

Those ghosts who are trapped in a certain item are can't even have a few meters away. I have encountered a fascinating evil, and I am suffering from the soul cone.

When the buns died, they didn't get to twenty.

He is called a bun, not his name, but a witch doctor in the tribe gives him a surname, giving a "child" as a title. About is a person who is "package", and there is no stuffing, it is known as "buns", and there is no more stuffed buns.

It is very difficult to have a surname.

He followed the doctor for many years. Looking at the Witch Doctor's studying her medicine, planting a toxic and non-poisonous things, and as a test product, it tasted a lot.

At that time, the bag of the buns lost the thin wax, only one leather on the arm, no half a meat, barely visually visually. He often laughs often, thinking about how many years, he can become a new witch doctor, get the reverence of the tribe, one day ...

Shennong ...

He thinks like this.

Baozi is born to have a self-judgment of things. He has never been said to what people talk, often in a quiet thinking. Therefore, some people often find him in the tribe, let him distinguish the point.

A witch doctor is from, a person who has identifiable abilities, people who will talk, they always convince.

However, he still died very early.

Death, will not be a weak existence of this weak existence because of how he is people, how to do things.

When the buns closed his eyes, when you blink, I saw myself being buried in the dirt, and the people of the tribe were grief and unscrupulous. In the tribe, death represents separation, and it is also a big thing.

He is sitting on the dirt pile, looking at his own soil bag, thinking about: ... After death, it can be perceived.

It turned out that this is a ghost.

After becoming a ghost, he slowly met other ghosts and knew a lot of things.

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

Some tell the buns, there are other races in this world, and the Dragon and Phoenix are the most powerful two races. Some tell the buns, there are immortals in this world, and the immortal is attributed to Taishan, which will be treated with human beings.

Some people tell the buns, and the ghosts can eat, most of them are not good, because the ghost is too fragile, can not stand.

The buns summarizes such news and then went to Taishan.

It's hard to go as a person, fear the dark and winter.

Now as a ghost, he can go far away, no need to worry about the weak body will die.

The buns finally looked at their own soil bags, which stepped on the road to Taishan. This way, I don't know how many years. Mainly ... The ghosts who know the road are not much, most of them can only refer to a probably direction.

When he went to the foot of Taishan, he looked up at the mountain, full of confusion: "Why is there a mountain that is encountered on his way?"

There is a kind of name does not real feel.

The buns floated on the mountain and looking for different points on the mountain.

What is the difference between the immortality?

At this time, I don't know at all, and for the ghost of P., the real Taishan will never enter. The barrier of the interface will only completely cut out the Mount Taishan and the reception of the immortal.

Real Taishan, self-made one world.

Bunzi took a long to the Thailand and did not find the entrance.

He found it over and over again, from a little confused, until the last disappointment, change almost how much time. He clearly understands how weak it is, weak and small to be excluded by the world's true power.

"Bun", can only be a witch doctor, dying from twenty, after a hundred years.

Perhaps many ghosts are the same as him, but I don't find it at all, I finally chose to contact those things that have become powerful, and the result is a failure of nine thousand ninety-ninety-nine.

He sat on the top of Taishan and stayed and looked at the distance.

When you don't talk, think more about things. He thought of the West Siles from the Sun Eastern, from the spring thought in winter, from a year to think of a new year.

At that time, philosophy had no sprouts, all things didn't understand.

Human text is still still in a picture, the tribe is all the conditions of weak meat.

The buns want to be light in their lives, and began to think about all kinds of things on the way, and the results also want to light.

He is confused, and there will be so many people in the world, and you still want to be a ghost for a long time. I am also very boring for a long time. Walking out, that is, it will be like that, watching the scenery also has the exhaustive moment.

After the buns were so confused, they found their answers: I should know too little.

I know too little, I know too little, I'm too small, which makes the world's uninteresses.

Really sorry.

Oh, it's really called the ghost.

The buns have given themselves.

He went down from Taishan, decided to look at all kinds of races, people, demon, witch, dragon group, Feng people ...

On the day of ushered in the unknown, it is not necessarily not a lucky thing.

The buns slowly drifted to the mountains, and the thoughts were still thinking about Taishan's things: "If other things are like Taishan, the name does not actually, it is a pity."

It turns out that there is something to think about it, it is best not to talk.

He just fell, Taishan Mountain collapsed.

Huge rolling stone falls from the mountain, rumbling to the mountain. The mountain soil holders with a variety of messy things, all rolling down.

Bunzi is in half an air, I don't know if I should go down.

The landslide is not his harm, and it will collapse it.

If a person, there is no one in the week.

If the ghost, the ghost is not hurt.

The buns continue to float, very calm.

From the original place, if you can see the buns, you can witness the absurd scene, Taishan shake, almost suffering from a devastating natural blow, but there is a ghost in the mountains to fall.

Wait until the mountain, the bun is a flower, and finally it is completely there, I don't understand what happened.

The sky is empty, there is no moon without the sun, it is as bright.

Full of yellow sand, looking at it, there is an endless edge.

He also saw a lot of ghosts ...

Just now, in Taishan, did not see how much ghost.

The buns suddenly turned behind.

The same is the Yellow Sandland behind him, and even the hillsides of the undulating hills are not very interesting.

The buns came to a neighborhood: "What happened? Where is this?"

The ghost is as very awkward: "I don't know, I just in the corpse."

Bun: "Yog Mountain?"

The ghost nodded: "We died a lot of people, and the body piled up the mountain, so it was called the corpse. I have studied my body that I was thrown into which one is going."

This ghost is obviously in the ghostatic distressed: "Maybe it is divided into many sections. Hey, this is really hard to me."

After the buns listened, I feel very difficult.

He talked to the topic: "Why do you die?"

There are very few places where people look at it, indicating that this ghost is the original place, should be an extremely larger.

If you die, many people are a bit common, who makes human beings are too fragile. It is not enough to turn into a ghost.

The ghost also tried to answer his question: "It was arrested to went to the blood sacrifice. Forged a weapon. It seems to be a Lich War, you need a gods weapon. But I don't think too much, the weapon of the blood is very evil Sex, afraid of a demon knife. The real treasure is naturally native. "

Baozi listened to this, widened: "Blood Festival?"

The ghost nodded, gang sigh: "Yes. One by one, grabbing the pool to grabbing blood. Like us, the same."

Baozi did not dare to imagine that picture, only said: "It's this."

Ghosts also feel like this.

Which line is there.

However, whether it is a man or a ghost, they can't do it to stop this kill. It's here, who can go to solve ...

Ghost: "So do we want to walk around? I think we are also very strange. Who will you want a bunch of ghosts forge a new ghosts?"

bun:"……"

It sounds really scary.

The buns floated forward: "Go, let's understand."

Ghosts and ghosts, understand this place, I really can't go. This place is too big, and go straight, I don't know how long it is, and the environment around you has not changed.

I am not as fun as the top of Thailand, I am not as fun as the top of Thailand.

In the end, they were dispersed.

Saying actions, but I know more about a way, maybe the ending is the same.

The future is long, only lonely.

The buns took a long time, and there was an inexplicable ghost that was confused. It also saw some lost to control, running around, and even didn't know where to get the bones in a mess.

Where is it?

Why are they here?

Until it was a shock, buns smelled a bloody taste.

He opened his eyes, witnessed the blood sea and sea of ​​Huangsha, and there were countless lost polishs, and pounced toward the blood sea. After losing a sensible evil spirits, after the past, they actually issued sharp calls, subsequently, and disappeared.

This terrible scene ...

"You are not evil spirits, or stand up to the side is good." Suddenly there was a female voice.

The buns turn head, stay.

The world has the original beauty, long hair like a green waterfall, skin white like a lamb plaster.

He listened to the blood sea in front of the voice, like watching the normal things, with a touch of sigh: "Humans are really a very sad race."

I think: no.

Humans can see you so kind, have no regrets in his life.

He did not say it.

He is afraid to accoumn to the woman, only dare to be a ghost on the side, always move, no words.

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