So handsome, how could he be a cannon fodder

He didn't have the nerve to ask the last question, so King Yama beckoned and summoned a ghost with a tall hat, and ordered it to take Zhuang Leishen to Naihe Bridge to find Po Meng.

Zhuang Xiangchen looked warily at the ghostly messenger floating over.

King Yan Luo quickly explained: "The ghost envoys are usually dispatched to catch those vicious ghosts. I didn't order them just now, so they also used the net to catch the ghosts to catch you. Don't worry. Well, this time there won't be such a problem again."

The ghost messenger floated forward, but really didn't take out its big golden net, but just stood respectfully beside Zhuang Xiangchen with bowed head.

Zhuang Xiangchen wondered: "Are they all sane?"

"Of course not." King Yama said, "They are actually complaining ghosts, because they committed too many crimes and couldn't enter the cycle of reincarnation. They were locked up and took up space, and it was not safe, so they washed away their sanity and became ghost messengers."

There is also waste utilization in the emotional underworld.Zhuang Xiangchen reached out his hand to see if the ghost messenger would be cool, but found that as he approached the other party, a small light blue electric arc appeared out of thin air on his fingertips, directly burning a small piece of the other party's soul. Gone.

"Hey, don't touch it randomly, ghosts are precious, and they will be lost."

Zhuang Xiangchen: "..." So I said that I don't want to be such a god of thunder at all!You can't even touch a ghost!What the hell!Live!

The ghost messenger has no sanity, and can't feel the pain or emotional changes. It seems that it didn't see the hole on its shoulder. It just waited for Zhuang Xiangchen's order to swing out of the gate, and walked along the road in the direction it came from. went.

There are three Naihe Bridges, which seem to be no different from those ancient stone bridges that are common in Yangjian, except that they are very narrow, allowing only one ghost to pass through at a time, and there are even traces of wear and tear on the stone slabs.Here, the newly dead ghosts are automatically divided into three groups to go up separately. The yellow spring water flows meanderingly. There are no day wandering gods and night wandering gods, and there are no copper snakes and iron dogs. Zhuang Xiangchen stood there in a daze, not knowing which side he should go.

According to the legend, these three bridges cannot be walked randomly. The kind people walk on the top one, the good and evil people walk in the middle, and the evil people walk on the bottom.The treatment on these three bridges is also different. Although he seems to be quiet on the shore, it may be different when he crosses it.

... The question is where is the top one!Zhuang Xiangchen, who had no sense of direction at all, was a little speechless. He had sanity but lost his instincts. He couldn't tell the difference between the three bridges, so he could only circle in circles angrily.

How about going in the middle?

Just as he was hesitating, an old voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "The left side."

Zhuang Xiangchen raised his foot and was about to leave when he trembled and nearly fell into the water.

He turned left and right twice, but no one was there.After waiting for a while, the voice did not appear again.

Thousands of miles of sound transmission?Zhuang Xiangchen thought wildly, could that voice be that of Po Meng who is known as "the most beautiful woman in the fairy world"?But it sounds like an ordinary old lady.

He walked up to the bridge on the left according to what the other party said, and the thick fog that appeared out of nowhere blocked his sight, and he couldn't even see the back of the ghost in front of him.Zhuang Xiangchen lowered his head, the Yellow Spring had turned into a river of blood, the dark red water was turbulent, and there were insects and snakes looming in it along with the waves.Screaming and biting sounds continued to be heard from the two nearby bridges, and an icy cold aura came from behind him, and he saw the glittering golden figure passing by him quickly and going away.

This is what Naihe Bridge really looks like.

Zhuang Xiangchen walked over tremblingly. Fortunately, nothing happened to the "on the bridge", but when he finally came out, almost half of the people who "went down the bridge" remained.

"Get out of the way." It was the old man's voice again, and a long-handled stone ladle brushed his ear, and poured the yellow soup inside into the mouth of Ah Piao behind him.Zhuang Xiangchen was disappointed to find that the soup didn't leak out of its body.

What was even more disappointing was that Granny Meng was actually just like the fairy tales said, a crooked old lady with white hair and chicken skin.

The promised number one beauty in the fairy world is a liar!Is the aesthetics of the fairy world so perverted!This old lady is not even as high as Zhuang Dashen's waist!

The most basic trust between ghosts and ghosts is gone.Zhuang Xiangchen squatted on the ground and thought angrily.

"Are you the new God of Thunder that King Yan Luo mentioned?" asked the crooked old lady with white hair and chicken skin.

Had Yama already said it?Zhuang Xiangchen nodded: "Well...they said I can't wear clothes." Even if the opposite is an old lady and not a beautiful woman, it is really embarrassing to talk about this kind of topic, ah, no shame.

"I see." Granny Meng frowned, and tapped the edge of the pot with her long-handled spoon, "Go sit by the Sansheng Stone first, and let me think about it."

Zhuang Xiangchen went there obediently, and sat there watching his three lives, but the more he looked at it, the more painful it became.

In his previous life, he was a writer of short stories, very yellow and violent, and made a lot of money, which was finally enough to marry a wife, but on the way to marry a wife, he fell off his horse and died.

He has no family, and his unmarried daughter-in-law took his money and then married his childhood sweetheart who had no money.

Needless to say in this life, he is also a person who makes money by coding, and he is still the kind who writes Mary Su, the dog blood of Tianlei. As a result, his physical condition is getting worse and worse because of staying up too late, and finally he has a cerebral infarction, and he dies if he is not treated in time. up.

It took two or three days for the body to be discovered, and he had no family, so a few fellow villagers kindly chipped in some money to bury him.

It just gets worse and worse.

As for the afterlife... This f*ck has turned into a godsend, and there is a ghostly afterlife!

"I know what's wrong." Meng Po said suddenly.Only then did Zhuang Xiangchen realize that she was standing behind him, looking up at his past and present lives written on the stone.

Zhuang Xiangchen looked at her with a life-saving look.

"The problem lies in the article you wrote." Meng Po said, "Did you offend a lot of people and cheat a lot of people?"

"That's right." Zhuang Xiangchen seemed to realize something, and his face gradually became ugly.

She nodded, and went back to the Wangxiang Terrace with her hands behind her back, beckoning Zhuang Xiangchen over, pointing to the steaming yellow and orange soup in the cauldron and asking him, "Do you know why Thor can't wear ordinary underworld clothes?"

Zhuang Xiangchen looked into the tank for a long time but didn't see why. He just felt that in this poorly reflective water surface, Meng Po's face was vague and strange: "Please show me clearly."

"Because you are too thunderous." Meng Po said, "For example, you, you can only write Mary Suwen, the dog blood of heaven and thunder, so unless you are a genius and treasure, any clothes will be blown up by thunder."

Zhuang Xiangchen: "..." So what does this have to do with Tang?

"Then do you know why your godhead is unstable and you don't have your own genius treasure?"

"Please ask the immortal to express it clearly."

"Because you haven't finished filling the pit." Meng Po said again, "The resentment of the readers at the bottom of the pit pulls you, detaining the genius treasure that should belong to you and preventing you from becoming a god. Unless you personally complete the plot, Otherwise, it’s just going to be like this forever.”

Zhuang Xiangchen: "..."

What about my morals? !Whose readers are so cruel that the author will have his clothes tied up when he dies and can only run naked!The promised life and death escape is the number one weapon in the literary world!It's all black rice, you guys!Shameless!

But... what does "in person" mean?

"It means that you should go to the real text to promote the plot. Because you died too early, the existence of many cannon fodder is actually not stable enough. If you want to complete the plot completely, you have to replace them." Meng Meng The mother-in-law understood his eyes, "Randomly enter a book you cheated on, and control them to advance strictly according to the plot plan. When the book ends successfully, you will be able to come back, understand?"

"understood!"

"then you go."

After speaking, she raised her foot and kicked Zhuang Xiangchen into the soup.