It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

After watching the mother and son walk away, Song Tang took out a merit ball and handed it to Bai Wuchang, "There is a ghost sealed inside. It is useless for me to hold it. You can hold it and see if it can be used. In addition, I have a ghost master here. I wonder if you can take me to hell."

Ghost masters are usually imprisoned in hell, where each level is guarded by different punishment officers.

Now all the ghosts in hell have been taken away, leaving only an empty hell.

Bai Wuchang accepted the merit ball and quickly figured out the role of the ghost den in his mind. He smiled and said, "The evil ghosts in hell were captured by us in the past few hundred years. Now Di Ting and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva have finally had some free time. I will take you to see him later, and take you to visit the current underworld. See if there is anything you need to add."

"The East District has basically taken shape. Many ghosts come here to play every day. After returning, they work harder to build each district. I believe that in time, we will be able to create a brand new underworld."

Following Bai Wuchang walking on the wide streets, at first glance, it looks no different from the human world.

There are all kinds of shops on both sides of the street, but perhaps because the underworld is dark all year round, it looks a bit gray. Therefore, most of these buildings are colorful and equipped with many colorful lights, which looks quite gorgeous.

There are various stalls on both sides of the street, selling gold ingots, incense sticks, clothes, mobile phones and other items.

Especially in the stores selling mobile phones, there were long queues.

"This is a new mobile phone developed by our underworld. It can communicate with the human world between 8pm and 12am. However, due to insufficient production, purchase is currently limited. So they started queuing up very early!" Bai Wuchang looked at the many ghosts queuing up with great satisfaction.

Song Tang looked at his cell phone with a special talisman paper on it and felt a little envious.

"Why only four hours? Are there any technical difficulties that have not been overcome?" Song Tang looked puzzled.

Bai Wuchang looked around and quickly pulled Song Tang away. The two of them left this most prosperous street.

After looking around and finding no other ghosts, he lowered his voice and said, "Isn't the underworld still under construction? Some old ghosts have never seen a mobile phone, and their addiction is extremely strong! I have already instructed them to develop a system to prevent the elderly from becoming addicted. It has not been developed yet. In order to ensure the speed of construction, the time can only be controlled within four hours."

Ghosts don't need to rest, so four hours is enough for them to rest.

Bai Wuchang took Song Tang for a stroll and soon arrived at the Xingfu Wangui Community.

"This is a demonstration community in the eastern district. Meng Po and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva often come here for a stroll."

"Meng Po?" Song Tang touched his chin, remembering the gossip he heard when he was with a few young fairy servants.

It is said that Meng Po has been in the world since the three realms were first divided, and she was originally an official in the heavenly realm.

Later, seeing that people in the world were full of grievances and hatreds, and that they would not let go even after death, she voluntarily came to the Wangchuan River in the underworld, set up a big pot at the end of the Naihe Bridge, and refined all the emotions that people could not let go of into Mengpo soup.

Any ghost who needs to be reincarnated can instantly forget the love, hatred, and emotions of his previous life by drinking it, unload his previous burdens, and enter the next reincarnation.

Song Tang and Bai Wuchang walked side by side and saw a beautiful woman in the distance. She had a pair of long white legs stepping on a chair and shouted loudly, "Hu La - give me money, give me money!"

Several old ghosts who played cards with her each gave out a lot of gold ingots.

"No more playing! Did Meng Po secretly use her magic? Otherwise, why do we always lose?"

"I just seemed to see a lion dog here. Was it Di Ting who transformed? It must be Di Ting who passed a message to her!"

"I'm not going to play anymore. I have to go memorize my lines. I have to continue filming 'A Few Things About a Haunted House' this afternoon. I'm super busy."

Di Ting, who was pretending to be a lion dog next to him, had already spread his hooves and ran away secretly.

It ran to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and complained that Meng Po forced it to turn into a dog to help her cheat.

Dizang touched Di Ting's head, laughed and said, "I see you are having a lot of fun."

Listening carefully, it whimpered and its ears drooped, as if it had suffered a great injustice.

Meng Po also saw Song Tang and Bai Wuchang, so she let a few of their poker friends go, "Okay then, I'll let you go today and continue tomorrow!"

"Meng Po." Song Tang bowed to her respectfully.

Meng Po's status in the underworld is quite unique. Although she is just an ordinary underworld messenger on the surface, officials of all ranks in the underworld are quite polite to her.

"Oh, isn't this the famous little mountain god? It's true that meeting him in person is worse than hearing about him. He looks so cute." Meng Po is very tall, nearly 1.8 meters tall.

Standing next to her, Song Tang, who is 1.68 meters tall, looks particularly petite.

She approached Song Tang with her extremely beautiful face, looked him over carefully from left to right, up to down, and asked doubtfully, "Where is your immortal body?"

"It disappeared without a trace." Song Tang smiled bitterly. It was not surprising that she could see that this body was not hers.

Meng Po nodded and stopped asking questions. She then made another invitation: "It's rare to see you. Can you chat?"

Song Tang just wanted to send the Ghost Lord over, and since there was nothing else to do, he agreed.

The two of them strolled around the neighborhood, and at first glance, they really thought they were in the human world. The only difference was that there was no sun in the underworld.

The two walked for a long time without speaking, and it was Song Tang who broke the silence first.

"Why did you stay?" Song Tang was actually a little curious. Why would a fairy like Meng Po, who had lived for who knows how many years, care about the life and death of mortals?

"Do you know why I gave up my good job as a heavenly official and instead came to the Naihe Bridge?" Meng Po asked instead of answering.

Song Tang shook his head honestly.

Meng Po looked up at the dark sky. The thick black color seemed to have no end, always giving people an illusion of depression and hopelessness.

The underworld has always been like this, but Meng Po doesn't think so.

"I have been here since the beginning of the universe. At that time, I was just a small official in the God Realm."

Song Tang didn't know why the gods moved away, but Meng Po knew it very well.

No matter if it was thousands or tens of thousands of years ago, the selfish gods have always been high and mighty, so self-righteous. They believe that human affairs should be resolved by humans themselves, and they should not interfere too much.

Meng Po was dismissive of this, thinking it was just some high-sounding excuses.

To the gods, humans and all creatures are actually the same. So the survival of humans is not that important to them.

"Do you know what my companion immortal weapon is?"

She didn't intend to let Song Tang answer, and said to herself: "My companion immortal weapon is a tripod, which is the one that is now on the Naihe Bridge. It can naturally brew wine that can make people forget. Even immortals can forget the past for a short time as long as they drink a sip. When I was in the God Realm before, many immortals often exchanged things with me for wine."

For this reason, Meng Po received many rare and strange magic weapons.

At that time, Meng Po herself was drunk all day long. She didn't know the meaning of her existence. She was either drunk or on the way to being drunk.

Until one day, an immortal friend returned from surviving a catastrophe and asked her if there was a kind of wine that could help people forget the past forever.