"Hello, grandmother, may I ask, which direction should I go in the eastern part of the spirit world?"

The figure gradually became clear, and it turned out to be an old woman sitting on the side of the road resting, with a shoulder basket beside her. ．

The old woman's face was very normal, and she couldn't see the slightest ghost.

Mo Fei breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet politely, and asked for directions by the way.

The old woman raised her head and looked Mo Fei up and down carefully.

After a while, the old woman frowned slightly, shook her head and opened the basket, took out a bowl of soup from a shiny black jar, and handed it to Mo Fei: "Young man, the spirit world is cold, and you are alone, drink hot soup and then hurry." ”

Mo Fei was stunned, took the porcelain bowl containing the soup, and looked at the old woman suspiciously.

"Drink, drink, drink this bowl of soup, it's much more comfortable. ”

The old woman muttered to herself like hypnotic, and the strange expectant gaze, Mo Fei held the porcelain bowl, looking at the faint hot soup in the bowl, and the more suspicious her heart became.

"It's just a bowl of hot soup, what is this old woman staring at me so closely? If I don't drink it, she can still force me to drink it?"

But the Guardian Spirit Pattern didn't react, nor did he reject the bowl of hot soup. In other words, whether it is the old woman or this bowl of soup, it should not do me any harm. ”

After hesitating for a long time, Mo Fei finally believed in the judgment of the guardian spirit pattern, and under the expectant gaze of the old woman, he first took a sip, feeling that there was nothing unusual in his body, and then drank it with confidence.

Seeing the soup enter Mo Fei's mouth, and then down her throat, the old woman squinted her eyes, and her wrinkled face gradually smiled.

Taking the empty bowl from Mo Fei's hand, the old woman stretched out her hand and pointed to the front while cleaning it up: "Go over there, cross the bridge and be where you want to go." ”

Mo Fei raised his eyes, and sure enough, with the old woman's hand, the shadow of an arched bridge was faintly visible in the distance that was still full of fog just now.

Looking at the old woman in front of him, Mo Fei asked suspiciously, "Old woman, how do you know where I want to go?"

The old woman chuckled: "Young man, the yang energy on your body is too heavy, anyone can see at a glance that you are not a ghost, but a human who has strayed into the spirit world." ”

Seeing that Mo Fei suddenly became nervous, the old woman gave him a comforting look: "Don't worry, the old woman has been in the spirit world for many years, and every once in a while, the old woman can see a few humans like you, it's not a big deal, you don't need to be nervous." ”

Mo Fei secretly wiped a cold sweat, his luck was really good, counting the turtle elder, the second old man he came into contact with in the spirit world didn't seem to be a bad person, at least he did not have any ill will towards himself.

Thanking him, Murphy turned and walked in the direction of the arch bridge.

The arch bridge is not large or wide, and at most it can accommodate two people side by side.

The bridge is dark, including the railings on both sides, all wooden, and seems to be in disrepair, and Mo Fei has just stepped on the arch bridge, and he feels a little shaky.

There was a thick fog all around, and he could barely see anything within three steps of his feet, but at a slight distance, he was almost completely invisible.

How long is this arched bridge? Under the arch bridge, once the thick fog disperses, what is in the depths? None of this, Mo Fei does not know.

He only knew that, listening to the old woman's meaning just now, the opposite side of the arch bridge was the yang world.

Despite the help of the turtle elder, the desire to go home occupied all his mind, since he could go back after crossing a bridge, what was he waiting for the turtle to do?

Step 2, Step 3,...... Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the bridge, Mo Fei gradually relaxed.

Suddenly, Mo Fei's expression was stunned, and his ears moved slightly: "This is, what kind of voice? Who is calling me?"

"Fei'er, you have also come to the spirit world, come here, come to grandpa. ”

The gentle and loving voice of the old man Mo Yuan faintly came into his ears.

Mo Fei was stunned for a moment: "This is the voice of the old man, absolutely yes! But how could the old man appear in the spirit world? Didn't my father say that the old man is a hereditary viscount and an important nobleman, and Senluo Hall does not dare to hurt the old man?"

Mo Fei frowned and shook his head decisively: "No, my father won't lie to me." Moreover, this is the spirit world, and there are all kinds of ghosts, so I'd better be careful and cross the bridge quickly. ”

"Fei'er, why are you so ignorant of the rules, the old man is back, why don't you come and see him? What are you doing standing there?"

The voice of the old man Mo Yuan gradually disappeared, and then, the voice of the head of the family, Mo Sheng, suddenly appeared, Mo Fei frowned, and pouted speechlessly.

"Where did this ghost come from, it's boring!"

"First he pretended to be the voice of the old man, and then he pretended to be the voice of his father. Not to mention that the old man is still in the hands of Senluo Palace, there should be no worries about his life for the time being, and it is impossible to appear in the spirit world. When I left the family, my father was fine, and he was given a hereditary title and became a true nobleman. ”

"How long has it been since then, how could my father suddenly die and appear in the spirit world?

"Forget it, you can play slowly by yourself, I don't even bother to pay attention to you. ”

Murphy rolled his eyes, raised his left foot, and continued to walk towards the opposite side.

But at this moment, Mo Fei, who had just made up his mind not to pay attention to this voice, his eyes suddenly widened, his neck turned slowly and stiffly, his expression was extremely complicated, as if he missed it, and it seemed to hate, and he spit out two words with difficulty: "Mother?"

On the side of the road, the old woman's face changed suddenly: "Oops! Why did he turn around?"

"What's going on?"

An old and heavy voice suddenly came from behind, and the old woman turned around in a hurry.

Seeing that it was a hunchbacked old man, the old woman's face changed again, and she bowed respectfully: "It turned out to be the Prime Minister of the Spirit Clan, and the old woman was rude just now." ”

The hunchbacked old man waved his hand violently, and his cloudy eyes were flashing with Dao essence at this time, as if he was not covered by the thick fog at all, staring straight at Mo Fei who was slowly turning back: "These false courtesies are exempt, say, what's the matter with him?"

The old woman shook her head and smiled bitterly: "Prime Minister Turtle, Xiaoxian has been guarding the Bridge of Life and Death for so many years, except for those immortal-level powers, no matter who it is, before stepping on the Bridge of Life and Death, he must drink a bowl of soup from the old woman." ”

"Although the old woman's soup will erase all everyone's memories and write off the past, the bridge of life and death is extraordinary, and you will die when you turn around! Only after drinking the old woman's soup and losing your memory, and then having no worries, can you be qualified to change from yin to yang, from death to life. ”

As she spoke, the old woman looked at Mo Fei on the bridge suspiciously: "Just now, the old woman obviously watched the little brother drink the soup, but now it seems that he has not lost his memory, and the old woman can't tell what is going on." ”

Now Mo Fei finally didn't resist the temptation of the bridge of life and death, looked back, the hunchbacked old man's brows were twisted together, and asked in a deep voice: "What will be the consequences of turning back?"