The underworld, the Lethe River.

The fiery red clouds in the sky rolled and were unusually magnificent. From time to time, a strange black giant bird flies by, making a "quack" call, which is creepy.

At this time, it was the middle of the afternoon, and the ghosts from the Judge's Hall to the Land of Reincarnation lined up in a long line to pass the Nai He Bridge, and there was no end in sight. At every distance around the line, a ghost soldier stood.

The ghost soldier straightened up, holding a black whip in his hand, and his face was hideous. They stood at the side of the procession, their eyes sweeping around the line from time to time.

However, on the bridge, a tall and thin old man in the team looked around and saw that no one seemed to notice him, so he left the team and turned sideways to look under the bridge. At this moment, a whip suddenly stretched out several feet, flew over, glowing green in the air, and slammed into the old man.

This kind of whip seems to be inconspicuous, but it is a special whip for beating gods, which is extremely harmful to the soul. Since the underworld is in charge of reincarnation, it is quite common.

The man was unexpectedly whipped with a whip, screamed, and fell to the ground......

Meng Po stood not far from the bridge, looking at all this indifferently, unmoved.

It's been 6,000 years.

When she first came, she also subconsciously drank to stop the behavior of the ghost soldiers. But now, everything is used to it.

Time can change a lot of things, six thousand years, too long.

There was a little commotion in the ranks due to the change.

But soon it quieted down—

"Keep going!" shouted the ghost soldier.

The team moved slowly. The tall and thin man fell to the ground, and no one dared to lift him up.

At this time, the space fluctuated, Meng Po's expression moved, and her index finger pointed towards the void, and a middle-aged figure appeared in the void.

"Feng Yun, what's the matter?"

"Lord Meng, there is a mortal soul that has an abnormality in the land of reincarnation. Feng Yun bowed and replied, "Your Excellency, please look!"

The image in the space then shifted, and at the six reincarnations, a young man squatted on the ground with his stomach in his hand and vomited wildly, spitting out a green liquid.

Meng Po was stunned for a moment, her face was cloudy, and she muttered, "Could it be that someone moved his soul?"

"The subordinates also guessed like this, so should the subordinates erase the mark of his divine soul, not enter the humanity, and randomly transfer it to one of the other five realms?"

"No need, how much wind and waves can a mortal soul stir up, not to mention that my Absolute Dust Broken Memory Soup is not easy to crack...... Just let him reincarnate. ”

"My lord, what if...... The subordinates said that if there are twists and turns in this matter, what should I do if the above blames the adults and implicates them?"

"Hmph, blame it? If you really want to blame, you also blame the old guys in the Judge Palace, the review is not clear, the punishment is unclear, what do you have to do with me!"

Feng Yun seemed to have something to say, Meng Po raised her eyebrows and reprimanded, "Even if you do what I say, I will bear the consequences alone." ”

"The subordinates don't dare, the subordinates are too worried. Feng Yun was taken aback and hurriedly replied, "Subordinates retire!"

Meng Po nodded, and with a flick of her hand, Feng Yun's figure disappeared into the void.

After the middle-aged man disappeared, Meng Po suddenly smiled faintly and murmured, "More than six thousand years have passed, do you think that the fierce little cousin you sent in the past has become such a submissive one." People change. But why can't I let go of it in my heart, my Absolute Dust Breaking Memory Pill can cut off the dust of hundreds of millions of people, why can't I break a trace of my own thoughts......"

She raised her head and looked up at the sky, her gaze deep and misty, and her indifferent expression became extremely gentle.

Above the nine heavens, a middle-aged man in the Moon Palace was cutting down the osmanthus tree.

He has a rugged appearance, and the muscles of his body are full of explosive power. When the axe is raised, the hair flies, like a lion ready to attack.

Every time it is chopped, the blade of the axe goes deep into the tree, and it seems that dozens of axes can cut down the osmanthus tree. But the strange thing is that when the axe is pulled out, the crack that has been cut out will heal automatically in an instant, and it will be intact in an instant.

The hand raised again suddenly stopped.

The axe glows brightly in the moonlight......

"Wu Gang!" A scolding suddenly came from the void, "You miss Meng Po again!"

Beep!

A thunderbolt arc with the thickness of the bowl fell from the air and hit Wu Gang's body, Wu Gang's whole body twitched, he gritted his teeth to endure the severe pain, raised his axe and slashed towards the osmanthus tree fiercely......

Meng Po withdrew her gaze, closed her eyes, and forcibly stopped the tears that were about to fall—

I only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal, I knew that the love of the fairy and the ghost would make you suffer for ten thousand years of hard labor, I should have abandoned the body of the ghost and the fairy, and promised you to be a pair of mortals who have been entangled in the world together......

What a deal!