"Damn target, you scumbags, you know compromise, is this woman's appetite something you can satisfy?"

The woman left, the tall man struggled to get up from the ground, facing the eyes around him, the tall man looked extremely disdainful, "You guys line up here, if you can buy Meng Po soup, Lao Tzu loses." Lao Tzu won't serve anyway, it's a big deal to die here and never be reborn. ”

As he spoke, the tall man turned around angrily, turning away from the crowd.

Qin Feng hurriedly followed, and in this man, Qin Feng saw a breakthrough. Or rather, he could get something out of this man's mouth about what he wanted.

The gray world was very large, and after passing through the crowded crowd, rows of uniquely shaped huts appeared in front of Qin Feng's eyes. Is there a house here?

As if he had opened the door to a new world, Qin Feng was not in a hurry to do anything else at this time, but observed the situation in front of him with great interest. Those huts were really small, they looked like they were only two or three square meters at most, and they were not as big as the toilets in Qin Feng's house. In these houses, Qin Feng could feel some extremely faint soul aura, so weak that it seemed as if it would dissipate as soon as the wind blew.

The tall man came to the west side of the hut, and Qin Feng found that these huts were carefully divided into areas, and the two cross lines in the middle divided the entire hut group into four areas, and the place where the tall man lived was naturally the west area.

Qin Feng was wondering where he lived when he came, how did he know which district he lived in?

Suddenly, Qin Feng saw a faint mark on the tall man's body, and immediately, Qin Feng looked at the same position on his body, and what surprised him was that he didn't know when there was an identical mark on his left arm!

Soul Messenger!

Qin Feng's heart sank, it must have been the last palm of the Soul Hooking Envoy, which had already left a mark on him while sending him to this world. With this imprint, he can find a place of his own in this endless hut.

This must not be the underworld!

Qin Feng took a deep breath, and while following the tall man into the West District, he secretly pondered in his heart, if this was the netherworld, then their memories should have been erased a long time ago, but Qin Feng didn't, he still remembered all the things in his life clearly. Including the tall man just now, everyone seems to still have memories of their lives.

Qin Feng was in a trance for a while, because this place didn't seem to be the same as the legendary hell in the underworld, why did Meng Po here still play hunger marketing, why did the Meng Po soup here still have to be bought with money? And it seemed that the price was not cheap!

Walking into the West District and looking at the hut that was not as big as a toilet up close, Qin Feng made another amazing discovery. That's the words on the wall at the door of each hut!

Looking closer, Qin Feng was even more shocked, because the name and date of death of the owner of each hut were recorded on it, and at the same time, there were two lines of numbers underneath, two lines of numbers that Qin Feng couldn't figure out.

"Boy, what are you doing with me?"

Qin Feng just wanted to move forward, but he bumped into a sturdy soul head-on. When he looked up, the person he bumped into was the tall man who had clashed with Meng Po before. Bookbag netting

In this man, Qin Feng could feel a strong anger, perhaps it was the reason for this anger that the tall man would have the courage to argue with Meng Po.

"Well, my little brother is new to the city, so I don't know much about this place. I just saw your heroic behavior eldest brother, and my younger brother admired it all the time. Qin Feng arched his hand at the tall man, he really admired this guy, so many people didn't dare to resist Meng Po, but he dared, and he choked Meng Po so much that he couldn't speak.

"Cut, don't talk to me about these useless things, you're also from the West End?"

The tall man looked at the mark on Qin Feng's arm and said, "If you can be assigned to this Western District, you will either not be rich or noble before life, or you will not be too vicious, it seems that you belong to the former." Speaking of this, the tall man's eyes lit up, "How much money did you bring here, give it to me quickly." ”

Qin Feng smiled embarrassedly, he was just a soul, where did he get the money? Besides, even if he had money, he couldn't bring it here! Qin Feng was still curious, where did everyone's money come from, there is a way to bring life and death without bringing it, could it be that these people's money jumped out of thin air? Also, didn't this guy say before that he would rather die than buy any Meng Po soup, why does he want money now?

"Look at me, you must not know the situation here when you first came here, take a walk, I will take you to your spiritual room. ”

The mourning room?

The low and narrow house in front of him was actually called the Spirit Room, no wonder he could feel some special spiritual power fluctuations in this house, not Spiritual Qi or Luan Qi, but a kind of spiritual power that he had never seen before.

The tall man took Qin Feng to look for it in front of the neat rows of spiritual rooms, and he didn't know if there were too many spiritual rooms here, and the two of them searched for a while but still hadn't found Qin Feng's spiritual room.

"Do you think there will be a mistake, what if it is someone with the same name and surname?" Along the way, Qin Feng was all shocked by the scale of this place, the seemingly simple spiritual room was an extremely complex project, and at the same time, the number of spiritual rooms here was far beyond Qin Feng's imagination. Qin Feng couldn't help but be a little curious, what if there was someone with the same name and surname?

"You think of this place as too simple, the science and technology here are far more advanced than the real society. Each mourning house here has a unique name and date of death, which can be difficult to get wrong. And even if there is really a person with the same name and surname who dies in the same second in the same copy, it will not be mistaken, do you see these two lines of numbers, the numbers on them will never be repeated like the ID number. ”

Such a!

Qin Feng's eyes widened, and he said that these two lines of numbers must be meaningful, otherwise how could they be engraved on the spiritual room. The number of feelings is the ID number, which belongs to the unique ID number in this world.

These numbers are supposed to have been tied to them after their death or brought here, and they are as recognizable as the tall man said. "What about the numbers in the second row, what do the numbers in the second row mean?"

"The number in the second row is the amount of money you have, and only when the amount of money is up to the standard can you buy a bowl of soup from that pig killer. After drinking that bowl of soup, you can be reincarnated. ”

As soon as he said this, a strong anger suddenly flashed on the tall man's body, "It's just that now that bowl of soup can't be bought with money, and that pig-killing woman's hunger marketing is even more slippery than Rebus." ”

"Well, isn't there a situation to manage?"