On the unfortunate days in the underworld

"Okay, you can go." In a daze, Huiming's collar was picked up by someone, and his eyes darkened, and he found that he was standing on the edge of the original cave entrance, and the ghost guard next to him was still standing in his original posture. Like it never happened.

Huiming looked at Xiao Changlu in surprise, opened his mouth and asked, "You can take me down immediately..."

"Yes, so what?" Xiao Changlu hardly looked at him, and started to walk forward.

"It's nothing." Huiming murmured in a low voice, he stroked his head, thinking that he would live under the fence, and after a while, everything would calm down.

Just as he was following up quickly with small steps, he didn't expect Xiao Changlu to turn around suddenly and stop. Huiming didn't stop, and bumped into his chest suddenly. Huiming took three consecutive steps back, turned over and sat on the ground.

"You go back to the previous room to have a rest. I'll come to you later." Xiao Changlu frowned slightly as he looked at Huiming who couldn't sit still. Get up, and continue to leave after he stands still.

Although Huiming was a little dissatisfied with being carried around like a puppy, but because of the aura of that person, when he grabbed his collar, he felt chills all over his body, and he didn't dare to have the slightest thought of resistance. What was even more frightening was that he It actually felt good afterwards, and I didn't seem to be particularly resistant to the process.

"Boom!" Huiming knocked himself on the head hard, scolded himself and said: You just have a better life, otherwise why would you be so beating up!Next time if he picks you up like this again, you must break his hand and tell him that you have legs and can walk!You are a fairy, how can you lose face like this!

After repeating these words to himself several times, Huiming felt that he regained his confidence, he straightened his chest, and strode back to the original room.After closing the door, he sat on the stool very chicly, and practiced the following sentences calmly:

"Don't pick me up, I can go by myself!"

"I have long legs, so I can go anywhere!"

"What are the eighteen levels of hell? I'm not afraid of anything!"

Probably after the practice was dry, the person Huiming was waiting for didn't come, and he felt that staying here was a bit boring, thinking that he was a member of the underworld anyway, and it should be nothing to wander around, he opened the door, it was very natural After walking out, after a while, I felt the situation here was almost the same.

In the middle is the Yan Luo Hall, which looks majestic and majestic. On the platform made of obsidian, there is a palace with double eaves and a roof. The roof of the hall is paved with black glass bordered by green silk. Falling in the center of this underworld, the gloomy atmosphere surrounding it makes people tremble from the heart.On the right side of the main hall is the [-]th floor of hell that Huiming had just been to, and behind it is the place where he lived, so the left side seems to be the place of reincarnation.

I heard that all reincarnated people have to drink a bowl of Mengpo soup. Mengpo soup sounds delicious. Huiming touched his stomach. The habit still makes him like a mortal, eating three meals a day, without any shortage.

What the heart thinks, where the body goes, Huiming didn't notice that his footsteps were already heading in that direction at this moment, and when he recovered, he was already standing beside the Naihe Bridge.

"This is the legendary Naihe Bridge?" Huiming observed in surprise. This bridge is no better than those exquisitely carved jade bridges in the heavens, and it is even worse than those built by craftsmen from great countries that he has seen in the mortal world. Stone bridge, this is a dark, ugly wooden bridge!The width of the bridge body can only allow three people to pass through at most, and the bridge body will tremble a little after walking on it for a long time, as if it will collapse in the next moment.

The people of reincarnation line up under the escort of the ghost guards, drink a bowl of Meng Po soup when they are about to go to the bridge, and then walk across the wooden bridge expressionlessly, and jump into the reincarnation well guarded by the cow-headed horse face at the other end .Therefore, even though they were crying, or mourning and joying before crossing the bridge, the ghost messengers would turn a blind eye or close their eyes. Anyway, after drinking Mengpo soup, they would forget their previous lives and eliminate their love and hatred.

Huiming approached the wooden bridge, and the ghost escort who was escorting him greeted him very friendly, probably because he recognized the white robe he was wearing. The ghost servant didn't stop Huiming from looking around and groping around, but just told him not to. It is easy to provoke these people who have never drank Mengpo soup.

"Meng Po Soup!" Only then did Huiming remember the purpose of his visit this time. He found a table not far from the bridge head, on which there were various colorful soups in bowls, and a ghost messenger stood beside him. , responsible for handing the soup from several barrels to people crossing the bridge. Whether they like it or not, everyone has to drink a bowl firmly.

"This soup smells delicious." Huiming looked at the soup and couldn't help reaching out to one of the bowls.

"My lord, this, this can't be done," the ghost messenger in charge of taking the soup hurriedly stopped Huiming, and he stammered, "This soup, no, you can't give it to your lord."

"Will I forget everything after drinking it?" Huiming asked him curiously.

"No, no, but, but..." The more anxious the ghost messenger became, the more he couldn't complete a sentence. At this moment, a small figure suddenly emerged from under the table, and slapped Huiming's hand vigorously and said "Where did the ignorant boy come from, dare to touch the soup I made? Aren't you afraid that if you drink poison, you will rot and wear your internal organs?"

"Can you talk, little girl?" Huiming touched his red hand and said, "I don't want to drink, I'm just looking at it. Besides, don't lie when I'm young, this is Mengpo soup, it should be Po Meng cooked it, what kind of adult are you, a little girl?"

The little girl wearing a light green pleated skirt and braided four braids saw the dark face in front of her clearly, recognized the white robe he was wearing, suddenly changed her attitude, put on an innocent smile and said coquettishly: "It turned out to be Master Bai Wuchang, my little girl was rude, but I did cook this soup, if you don't believe me, you can ask someone else."

"You, you are Meng Po?" Hui Ming couldn't believe the facts in front of him, this Meng Po should be a wrinkled old woman anyway, how could she be a little girl of seven or eight years old?

"Hey, the last lady Meng was reincarnated and became a human being, so I reluctantly took over this job. I improved the original Meng Po soup, which not only guaranteed the efficacy, but also added flavor. Do you want to try it?" The little girl picked up a bowl of soup, looked at him with a smile and said.

"No, I can't." Huiming resisted a little at this time, he felt that this little girl was weird, and drinking this soup would definitely cause problems. Although he was addicted to food, it would not reach this point. Hastily changed the subject and said: "I appreciate your kindness, hey, what is that big mirror over there?"

"Oh, this is the mirror of the Three Ages, which can reflect the karma of all things in the Three Ages. Although the people here already have the book of life and death as a judgment, just in case, these people still need to go through the mirror. Why, my lord, do you want to go?" Take a photo?" The little girl said with a smile.

"Forget it," Huiming shook his head and said, he is so delicious, what if he saw that he was a pig in his previous life, "Little girl, I have been chatting for a long time, but I still don't know what your name is?"

"My lord can just call me Ya'er, so you really don't want to drink it? But it's very, very delicious." Ya'er picked up a bowl and said pitifully.

Huiming was a little hesitant at this moment, he was considering whether to drink or not, when suddenly a familiar aura swept over his surroundings.

"Nonsense!" Xiao Changlu didn't know what appeared here. When Ya'er saw him, her expression changed, and she said with a flattering smile: "Lord Xiao, calm down, I'm just messing around with this big brother. I, I have something to do, so let's go first." It's gone." She turned around and immediately disappeared beside the table.

"Remember, you must not touch her things in the future. Otherwise, you will be at your own risk." Xiao Changlu looked at Huiming and instructed in a stern tone.

"Oh." Huiming forgot all the words he had practiced before, didn't even dare to ask why, he lowered his head and agreed, watching Xiao Changlu go away, he remembered that he wanted to catch up, but when he raised his leg to chase , he looked at Xiao Changlu's back on the mirror of the third generation, it was actually a blurry mass of black, but after a while, it returned to normal.

Probably because of dazzled eyes, Huiming rubbed his eyes and continued to follow.