Traveling through the reversal of life

Hunyuan Continent

Lin Miao heard the sound of water splashing in a daze, he was very puzzled, didn't he die?Was it saved?

"Wake up soon, Huangquan Road is here, let's get off the boat."

A cold voice entered his ears, and it also echoed, as if haunted, and he jumped up in fright.

"Huangquan Road is ahead. If you keep walking along this road, you will see the Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River. Po Meng is waiting for you on the bridge. Go."

Lin Miao got off the boat foolishly. He didn't understand what the man with the bamboo hat covering his face was talking about. When he was about to ask, he found that the boat had teleported to the middle of the river and disappeared...

A gust of cold wind blew by, he shivered, and something hit his face.

He picked it up and saw that it was a red petal, which looked familiar, as if he had seen someone else draw a similar flower.

Another gust of wind blew by, he turned around, and saw that the road ahead was full of golden yellow sand, with tall red flowers on both sides of the yellow sand.

This bright red flower is gorgeously red, astonishingly red, and as red as blood.

He seems to have seen it in a picture album. He heard that it is called Manzhushahua, also called Bianhua, and it is the reception flower on Huangquan Road.

As soon as I thought of this, an empty voice suddenly came from the end of the yellow sand, singing repeatedly with echoes: The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, the river of Wangchuan also forgets the river, but the bridgehead is empty, Naihe is empty, and three lives are written on the Sansheng stone.

He was startled, and suddenly thought: Is this the legendary hell? !

"Son, come here quickly, you are the last guest today, drink my soup quickly, go reincarnate early." Seeing that Lin Miao hadn't moved, the voice coaxed.

Lin Miao looked back at the endless river behind her, and finally resigned herself to walking along the Bian Hua to the end of Huangquan Road.

From time to time, strong winds would blow up the yellow sand all over the sky. Lin Miao covered her face with her wide sleeves and then moved forward slowly.

Not long after, he smelled a stench, and the fishy wind hit his face.

He took off his sleeves, and saw a blood-yellow river in front of him, full of insects and snakes, with rolling waves...

The visual effect was so exciting that he couldn't help feeling nauseated. He squatted on the ground and retched, but he couldn't vomit anything.

"Hey, you forgot that you are a ghost now before you even drank my soup? How could a ghost vomit, you are too forgetful!"

An old voice suddenly sounded from the bridge. When Lin Miao looked up, she saw the inscription on the pillars of the bridge: Naihe Bridge

"Are you Po Meng?" Lin Miao asked.

Granny Meng rolled her eyes and said, "Aren't you talking nonsense, hurry up and drink the soup, and my task for today is completed. It's July and a half today, and I have to go shopping in the ghost market later."

July and a half?ghost city?

Legend has it that the gate of ghosts opens on July [-]th, and a hundred ghosts walk at night. It turns out that these are true!

He is now sure that he is really dead, so it just so happens that he doesn't want to have anything to do with that person anymore, why don't he drink this bowl of soup, forget everything, and start over!

Thinking of this, he boldly picked up a bowl of weird soup in front of him, pinched his nose, raised his head and poured it, and finished the soup.

Seeing that he had finished drinking, Granny Meng pointed in one direction and said, "Go, go to the end of the bridge, where there is a dazzling white light, you can reincarnate when you walk in." After she finished speaking, she couldn't wait to close the stall. up.

Lin Miao didn't feel right. After drinking Mengpo soup, he didn't have any reaction except that the soup was a little disgusting.

"Grandma Meng, wait a moment." Seeing Granny Meng looking up at him, she continued, "I wonder if your soup is fake? Why didn't I forget anything?!"

This question made Po Meng stunned for a long time.

She quickly opened the pot, took a sip from the remaining soup, and tasted it. It was indeed very bland.

"Oh, maybe today is busy, so I added too much water. How about some more bowls?" Meng Po said, scooping up another bowl for him.

Seeing Lin Miao start to drink the soup, she said, "My soup is called Wangqingshui, and everyone else calls it Mengpo soup. Drinking it can make you forget your past and present lives. You will love and hate all your life, and all your gains and losses will follow this bowl of Mengpo soup." Tang completely forgot. People who care about in this life, people who hate in this life, will be strangers in the next life, never know each other..."

Meng Po said while Lin Miao drank, and when he drank all the remaining Meng Po soup, he still didn't forget anything.

Lin Miao said: "Do you think I didn't give you the money, so you give me this soup mixed with water?"

"My soup is very authentic, don't talk nonsense! And you have already finished this pot, what do you want tomorrow's people to drink?!"

"But after drinking your soup, not only have I not forgotten the past, but I also remember it more and more clearly. I think I can go to Pluto to complain about you."

After Lin Miao said that, he turned and walked towards the road between Huangquan Road and Naihe Bridge. He didn't care if it led there, anyway, all roads lead to Mobei.

Granny Meng was in a hurry, she was going to the ghost market in a hurry, she had to send this man away quickly, otherwise it would be too late.

"Stop, I still have a bowl here. I'll get it for you later."

After talking, Po Meng went to dig out a jar under the Sansheng Stone, "I boiled this jar when I first became Po Meng. I originally wanted to keep it for myself to drink, but I forgot about it later."

"So, is this soup expired?"

"It looks like you are a layman. This soup is just like old cellar wine. The longer it is, the better it tastes. I buried it for thousands of years. It tastes very good."

Lin Miao took it dubiously, and when she opened it, she smelled a strange smell.

He pinched his nose and drank it in one gulp, and then his head became a little groggy, as if he was drunk.

"There's no problem now, let's go to the bright place! I'm going to the ghost market too."

Seeing him walking towards the end of the Naihe Bridge, Po Meng couldn't help but feel relieved and started to close the stall and go back.

Before she left, she looked in Lin Miao's direction anxiously, and she was so frightened that she threw away everything in her hand, and shouted at Lin Miao, "It's not that door, you've gone astray! Come back soon." !"

However, what answered her was only the turbulent water of the Forgotten River, and the bright place just now had been swallowed up by the darkness and disappeared.