An Chang Shang Xiao

Not long after the ink was stained, Granny Meng began to organize everyone to line up.

He looked at the positions of the two souls who had just quarreled, and waved at them: "You guys, stand on the side."

"What?" Wu Anchang took a step to the side, "I've already drank the soup, you just let the pile behind drink it."

"I've had it too." Mu Xiao answered blankly.

The ghosts seemed to have gotten used to these two's awesome operations, and they didn't make any surprises.

"..." Granny Meng's eyes fell on them, and she studied for a while, "Where did you find the soup?"

Wu Anchang stepped back again and stepped on the bright red rock in front of Granny Meng: "It's under here."

"How did you move away?"

"Secret."

Granny Meng didn't bother to ask any more questions, she remained silent, and took out a worn-out talisman from a brocade pocket sewn next to her body.

"This pocket looks high-end," Wu An used to look at the talisman with disgust, "but this thing is a bit shabby."

"It's like nothing." Mu Xiao summed it up.

"What do you mean?" Wu Anchang asked.

"You don't understand." Mu Xiao didn't bother to explain to him.

Although the broken talisman in her hand was complained about, Granny Meng didn't mind much: "He gave it, this thing is rare, and you can only ask for it when you can't use it."

"Him?" Wu Anchang's focus was instead on the person Po Meng mentioned.

"Ghost King."

"Oh, that perverted mask is named Fei."

"..."

Wu Anchang subconsciously squinted his eyes.

When Po Meng put the broken talisman on the rock with one hand, she traced a series of pictures that looked like characters on the talisman with the other hand.

"Little Xiao Xiao," Wu An often called Mu Xiao as usual, "What is he doing?"

"Describe Fu Yan," Mu Xiao already knew in his heart that he would not change his words, so he was powerless to argue with him, "Just pretend to be a little bit, if you don't understand, hold back first, let's talk after crossing the bridge."

"The name of the bridge is 'Soul Test Bridge', and it should be called 'Naihe Bridge' in Yangjian," Meng Po said suddenly, pressing the talisman with both hands, and he could see that the impact force from the rock surface was very strong, "Although I drank the soup I won't forget what happened in the underworld, but if I don't drink the soup, I can't get through with the breath of the yang world, and if it gets serious, my soul will be completely gone."

He didn't get up until the rock was shattered by the talisman's devouring force. A little edge of the talisman seemed to be broken, and it fell down along Po Meng's robe.

"Are you sure you drank?"

"Well, I know," Wu Anchang said with a smile, "I'm sure I've drunk it."

"Drink it." Mu Xiao didn't change his face.

Seeing that they were so stubborn, Po Meng didn't say much, and turned around and arranged for the ghosts to line up for soup.

How could the two uncles be honest during this period.

"Hey, hey," Wu Anchang called the soul he had just pulled out, "I sprained my ankle, you can carry me over later."

"The reason is really bad." Mu Xiao said.

"Then what can you come up with?"

Mu Xiao ignored him, and went straight to the soul he had found: "My feet are worn out, please trouble me."

His expression was as indifferent and serious as ever, without the slightest sense of acting.

"Should I praise you for not showing any signs of acting?" Wu Anchang's eyes were full of ridicule.

"Hmph." Mu Xiao snorted coldly.

"If my street is rotten," Wu Anchang pointed to Mu Xiao's feet, "then your sewer is probably rotten."

"..."

The two bullish ghosts, regardless of whether they agreed or not, half-forced and half-forced to let the two naive souls they found take them across the bridge.

Even if it is unreasonable, the momentum is strong.

I don't know what the soup tastes like, watching the ghosts drink it like want|immortal|desire|death, Wu Anchang is even a little curious and wants to taste it.

After more than half an hour, a few souls at the end of the team also drank the soup. Po Meng looked at the two ghosts standing at the bridge in silence, with only dim eyes.

Except for himself, it is impossible for anyone without a talisman to touch the soup, and these two souls obviously don't drink soup and are not very good at acting.

The name of the Soul-testing Bridge is very straightforward, and what Wu Anchang said is correct, the ghost king is indeed a useless name.

Under this bridge, there is a kind of flower that is more red than blood-Manjusawa blooming all year round.

Wu Anchang was bored waiting, so he just looked at the flowers under the bridge, and the long water flowing down the bridge in the world turned into red flowers in the underworld, which is also very meaningful to appreciate.

"A harbinger of death, a call to hell."

This sentence startled Wu Anchang, he was fascinated by it, when Granny Meng suddenly said this sentence from beside him.

"Where did you come up with such a second grade?" Wu Anchang returned to his senses.

"Flower language," Meng Po said, "Under the bridge, there are Manzhu Shahua."

"You understand these?" Mu Xiao asked him.

"Not much," said Granny Meng, who was here to send the ghost across the bridge, and chatted for a while, "He told me a little bit before, I just remember it clearly."

After a while, "Go find that pervert," Wu Anchang patted Granny Meng's back, "He didn't tell you the whole story."

"No need." The darkness in Meng Po's eyes deepened, "What do you want to do with him, it's a bit self-inflicted."

"..." Wu Anchang looked at him for a while, "It's good to know in your heart."

The ghosts who drank the soup all rushed over. The souls after amnesia obviously lost their eyesight, but when they reached the bridge, they all stopped one after another. The memory of the world is gone, but the memory of the underworld is still there. They have retained, the impression and influence of the two big men in front of them are too deep, even if they only have a little memory, they still choose to let these two go first.

This move surprised Wu Anchang and Mu Xiao.

"Little Xiao Xiao," Wu Anchang whispered, "What are they going to do?"

"It should be for us to go first." Mu Xiao replied.

"Hey," Wu Anchang looked at the group of souls in front of him, amused, "They're all quite clever."

The ghosts they were looking for were also unexpectedly self-aware, and they floated over in a daze, carrying them one by one on their backs, and just crossed the bridge.Po Meng seemed to have acquiesced in their actions, and remained unmoved by it.

When both Wu Anchang and Mu Xiao's feet were on the ground, the ghosts were willing to move their feet.

The two ends of the bridge seem to be separated by an enchantment. Looking from one end to the other end, it is impossible to see the scenery on the opposite side clearly, as if separated by a layer of oil paper.

"Meng Po!" Wu Anchang stood on the other side and shouted at the opposite side, waving his hands.

On the opposite side, Granny Meng looked for the sound and looked in his direction.

"Hide your feelings deeper!" Wu Anchang bared his teeth and looked at him with a smile.

"..." After being stunned for a moment, Granny Meng sneered, "Understood, your acting skills really need to be improved."

After hearing this, Mu Xiao also smiled beside him.

Although it's just a bridge, it's like two worlds are separated. One side is a real underworld, while the other side is somewhat modern, like an antique small city, which is still prosperous.

As soon as they entered, there were black and white impermanence standing on both sides of the bridge. In order to observe, Wu Anchang and Mu Xiao both took the place at the back of the team.Watching Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang keep repeating an action, they condensed some small signs with Yin Qi and hung them around the waist of each soul.

It is amazing to say that after the sign was hung, the soul's eyes changed instantly. Although it was not like before, it finally had the sparkle of life.

There was no one leading the way, and there was no queue, but they were still able to walk one by one without panic.

When Wu Anchang and Mu Xiao were in line, Bai Wuchang who was next to them was surprised when he saw their appearance, and then asked, "Did you drink the soup?"

"Hmm," Wu Anchang had already crossed the bridge, and Wu Anchang didn't intend to hide it anymore, anyway, he couldn't hide it, "It's fine if you don't tell me."

Bai Wuchang also nodded foolishly, with a little excitement on his face.

"Ah Bai," Hei Wuchang gave him a look, "Pay attention to the rules."

Bai Wuchang responded, immediately regained his seriousness, and put a sign on Wu Anchang.

"It's you again." Hei Wuchang glanced at Mu Xiao, "Didn't you die enough?"

"I didn't die for the first time," Mu Xiao said with no expression on his face, "I'm dead now, don't worry."

"..."

It was not the first time Mu Xiao came to the Underworld, the last time he was due to excessive blood loss, when he was sent to the hospital, everyone thought he was hopeless, and even the doctors gave up on him.But miraculously, the person who was about to be sent to the funeral home suddenly opened half of his eyes on the road, and even called for help twice with a hoarse and distorted voice.

At that time, the driver was scared to death and almost had a car accident.

In fact, he really died for a while, but after drinking the soup, because he was squeezed across the bridge, he fell into the manjusawa. Heiwuchang saw it, but he ignored him.

I don’t know how the flower grows, but the moment it fell, Mu Xiao felt more unbearable pain than convulsions. Not only the skin, but also the internal organs seemed to be played by someone. When he woke up, his weakness was not Because of the previous injury, it was the pain I suffered in the underworld.

It is enough to experience this kind of pain once, death is death, and resurrection has to go through the gate of hell.

"Little Xiao Xiao," Wu Anchang's voice brought Mu Xiao back to his senses, "This brand can still talk."

"It's the voice of impermanence." Mu Xiao said.

Wu Anchang listened quietly: "There really is, it's the voice of Bai Wuchang, showing me the way."

"Understood." Mu Xiao rubbed the sign on his waist a few times, "Whichever impermanent yin energy is used to condense this sign, someone's voice will be inside, and only the wearer can hear it. Since the soul can be obedient, it should It's them who assign roles to each soul."

"That's right," Mu Xiao heard Hei Wuchang's ethereal voice, "but don't mess around, just follow the words."

"..." Mu Xiao said to Wu Anchang, "This Heiwuchang has a bad temper."

"Really?" Wu Anchang seemed to be having a good chat, "Then you should be able to chat, Baibai and I have a lot in common."

Hei Wuchang, Mu Xiao: "..."

"Take care of those around you," Hei Wuchang reminded Mu Xiao, "If you get into trouble, the Ghost King will never let you go."

"I know," Mu Xiao yelled at him, "You guys are not much better."

Hei Wuchang and Mu Xiao's personalities are basically the same, but the content of the conversation is extremely disharmonious.

"You want to follow me all the time?" Mu Xiao said.

"You're not the only one," Hei Wuchang said indifferently, "Don't be too sentimental."

"..."

There is still arguing here, but Wu Anchang and Bai Wuchang are already laughing.Mu Xiao looked at Wu Anchang who was next to him with a playful smile, and moved his feet towards him.

In order not to let the guy wearing it on his waist laugh at him, Mu Xiao took down the sign.

After hesitating for a while, he secretly poked his face closer, and whispered to Wu Anchang: "Change the brand, I can't stand him."

Because they were too close, Wu Anchang could even feel the breeze blowing from Mu Xiao to his ears. If he was still alive, his ears might already be red.

"Change it, just change it," Wu Anchang's speech became a little intermittent, and he took off the hang tag on his waist, "No, you don't need to get so close...Here, here you are."

When he took the sign that Wu Anchang handed over, Mu Xiao realized what he had just done.

"Don't get me wrong," he explained, "This impermanence is too annoying, and there is no way to communicate with him."

"It's okay, just change it."

As soon as Wu Anchang hung up the sign, he immediately heard Hei Wuchang's deep threatening voice.

"Change back."

"I will change if you say change?" Wu Anchang argued, "Then I will lose face."

"This is the rule." Hei Wuchang said in a low voice.

"I don't believe it," Wu Anchang pointed at the two ghosts who had just walked past, "You don't care if they change?"

"..."

"Huh?" Wu An felt a little gloated at seeing him speechless.

I don't know how long it took, Hei Wuchang finally said: "...Ah Bai can't talk to him."

"Isn't that enough," Wu Anchang said with a smile, "It would be nice to be honest, and you can watch for yourself if you can't talk to each other in vain?"

"Almost," Hei Wuchang said, "Don't call him that."

"Okay, I'll change it for you."

As soon as he finished speaking here, Wu Anchang turned his head and discussed with Mu Xiao: "Xiao Xiaoxiao, Xiao Hei said he was worried about being with you for nothing, so let me exchange it with you."

Hei Wuchang, Mu Xiao: "..."

In the end, it was changed back to the beginning, this time Hei Wuchang and Mu Xiao's ideas were unexpectedly unified.

Wu Anchang will only distort the facts.

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The author has something to say:

Hei Wuchang and Mu Xiao are equal, I spray you to death and I kill you to death hahahahahaha