When Xie Bi'an stood on the gate of the underworld for the last time, it was very unexpected, no matter how sad he was at that time, there was no trace on his face.

He was even in the mood to smile at some of the wallflowers that were slowly pulling branches on the city gate, admiring the boundless sight unique to the underworld.

On the eternally crowded Naihe Bridge, there are still ghosts with no edge in sight, empty eyes, dull expressions, happy or sad faces, many of which maintain their last faces before death.

They came and went past the small porridge stalls on the bridge, led by the little fairies holding long spoons to drink the Meng Po soup, and then through a long corridor without light and shadow, leaving them with memories of the final tears of joy or sorrow, which were absorbed by the spirits hidden in the shadow wall, turned into Lethe water, and returned to the bridge again.

At the end of the cloister, there is a person who is sad or happy, like a ghost with a clay man mask escorted to the judge, and the merit pen determines that the person has a past life and a future life, and finally walks to the reincarnation table.

The weak water of the 3,000 Lethe River under the helplessness is condensed by the last tear of the soul's life, through countless years and months, and it shocks the three thousand demons and countless ghosts and ghosts under the Nai He Bridge every day, and does not give them the slightest chance to break out.

They roared and wailed day long, always hoping to catch the ankle of a man of enough merit on the bridge to take them out of the sea of misery, and to have a glimmer of life, but from the beginning to the end, no one succeeded.

Xie Bi'an's eyes were blank, and he looked at the vastness with a smile on his lips, and he couldn't see the underworld at dawn on the horizon.

"Chang'an, what are you looking at?" A figure like the deepest ink color appeared beside Xie Bi'an, slowly appearing beside the white-clothed Impermanent Divine Monarch, subconsciously removing a cold face, and carrying his hands behind his back, for fear that the unwashed blood would make the person in front of him uncomfortable.

Xie Bi'an turned his head and smiled lightly, leaned softly on the black-clothed Impermanence Divine Monarch, lazily raised his arm, and pointed to the Nai He Bridge not far under the city gate.

"It's hard to have any excitement in the underworld, and in my spare time, I came here to see Mrs. Meng scolding those restless demons."

Fan Wusu immediately squinted his eyes and glanced down.

In the long misty procession, a soul full of blue light was walking abruptly in it, looking dazed and anxious, and did not follow the long procession, walking around at will but unable to find the way to come and go.

The gloom that emanated from him caused the souls around him to let out a low cry, and in a few moments, the entire long line let out a long, straight whimper that went straight into his mind.

At the same time, the hundred bone mourning in Fan Wuxuan's hand also began to tremble slightly, as if it was affected by the cry below, and let out a long roar.

Fan Wusu frowned, put away the hundred bones and was about to fly down, but his arm was suddenly gently pulled by a hand, and the strength was light like a random weight, but he stopped on the spot.

"Chang'an?" Fan Wuxu turned back in confusion, one toe had already stepped on the protrusion of the city gate, but he saw that Xie Bi'an's white robe emitted a soft luster in this dungeon, which looked a little gloomy because of the ghostly aura.

His face was very white, like the finest mutton fat jade, and from the first time he saw him, he was as clean as a god who had fallen into the mortal world.

Xie Bi'an squinted his eyes and smiled, withdrew his hand, looked at Fan Wushu's eyes gently, and asked a question that was not related to cattle and horses, "Do you remember what it was like when you first met me?" ”

Fan Wusu subconsciously followed Xie Bi'an's eyes and recalled the evening when they first met.

That time wasn't even a good memory—including the days before I met Xie Bi'an. But Yiqiē's experience seems to be as long as he is around, as if nothing matters anymore.

Dirty, unclothed, covered in blood, oozing from his fingers, the beaten beggar lay in a dark alley with only insects crawling in the corners, staring with empty eyes at the dark sky that seemed to be within reach, but out of reach for him.

He slowly stretched out his thin arm, but he was in terrible pain, and he didn't know whether he had raised his arm or not, but he was grabbed by a hand that seemed to glow when he felt like his hand was about to fall on the muddy snow on the side of the road.

Then a beautiful face appeared in his sight, which he could not describe with his only words.

The moment he closed his eyes, he was smiling in his heart - he thought, this person is really good-looking.

Just as all the tribulations of the past were like the adventures of meeting such a man before he died, and if it were true, he even felt that he could go through it countless more times.

No matter how painful and tormented it was at that time, it seemed that it no longer seemed to be so important the moment he met Xie Bi'an.

Fan Wuxuan's memories were interrupted by Xie Bi'an's dangling hands in front of him, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Xie Bi'an's face looking a little worried but confused.

He glanced at Xie Bi'an carefully, lowered his head and held his hand with his backhand - he has grown up, but Xie Bi'an has not changed, so many years have passed, his hand is bigger than Xie Bi'an's hand, and he is half a head taller, he glanced at the hand held by the two again, and seemed to say casually: "How could I not remember, I was thinking at the time, how can there be such a clean and beautiful person in this world." ”

Xie Bi'an snorted and knocked Fan Wusheng's head funny, "Superficial." ”

"You're the prettiest." Fan Wusu leaned his head in front of Xie Bi'an, and said with a shy face: "I think that one day I can marry a relative, I must find someone like you." ”

He didn't dare to raise his head, and the beating heartbeat in his chest seemed to reach his ears, but just when he was about to put down his hand, he heard a chuckle in his ear, and he didn't know if it was serious, "Wait until one day you can break the Great Mercy Mantra and then talk about this." ”

Fan Wusu suddenly raised his head, and an aggrieved expression appeared on his face. was about to say something, but when he saw Xie Bi'an, he immediately sighed, "I also hope that I will always be the best in your memory." ”

Fan Wusu just wanted to say something, but saw Xie Bi'an suddenly let go of his hand, squinted his eyes and patted his face with a smile, "Little Amnesty has grown so big and wants to marry." ”

Without waiting for Fan Wusu to speak, Xie Bi'an said again: "Then do you remember, I changed your name to Wuxu, what is it for?" ”

“…… Know. Fan Wusu paused for a moment, then lowered his eyelids and smiled lightly.

"You say that the unforgivable is too shady, I want to follow you, change the name to the unforgivable, then there must be no unsavable person, and no longer the unforgivable person." Fan Wusu raised his head and tugged at Xie Bi'an's sleeve, "Am I right?" ”

"Yes." Xie Bi'an touched his hair like a reward, "You have to remember it well." ”

"As long as you're by my side, I can't forget if I want to." Fan Wusu didn't know what he was thinking, and then tightened the hands held by the two, and said, "As long as you are by my side." ”

Xie Bi'an didn't reply to him, turned around and pointed to the Nai He Bridge below, and said, "Let's go down and take a look, Meng Po Niangniang is afraid that she is going to panic." ”

Fan Wusu was a little disappointed, but he didn't continue to ask him. As he was talking here, he saw a red-clothed fairy beside Meng Po stepping on a white bone stick and flying towards here, and before he could stand firmly, he jumped down from the bone stick as if he had seen a savior, and the □□ showed that he looked particularly good on the city wall, "The two gods, the mother-in-law is a little too busy to do her hands and feet, so I bother the two of you to go down and take a look." ”

Xie Bi'an's Buddha nature was too strong, and it was not good to go down rashly, so he just stood on the city gate and watched Fan Wusheng's back.

Fan Wusu suddenly felt a palpitation in mid-air, and then he turned his head suddenly, only to find Xie Bi'an standing on top of the city gate with his hands down, and his wide-sleeved robe suddenly looked very wide on him.

His eyes that looked into the distance did not fall to a single point, but they were full of reluctance and sorrow, as if he was infected by the cry below, and the sadness was almost overflowing.

Fan Wusu frowned fiercely, and then looked at the ghost below with a hint of fierceness.

"What's going on?" His anger on the bridge seemed to be transformed into a tangible body and overwhelmingly pressed on the bodies of thousands of ghosts, and the original pervasive cry came to an abrupt end, leaving only the ghost in front of Meng Po who was still sobbing in a low voice.

"Champion Purple Light?" Fan Wusu frowned and took a step forward, pointed his fingers together and pointed at the other party's eyebrows to lift the other party's face a little, observed the other party's face hidden behind the fog, and said to Meng Po on the side: "The champion purple qi is trapped in the black fog and cannot come out, his soul lacks affection, and he is a negative ghost. ”

Meng Po sighed, then handed the long soup spoon in her hand to the little fairy who was waiting on the side, and gently waved one hand in front of her, taking the ghost who had stopped crying but still looked dazed.

Without the influence of the ghost, the long line quickly regained order, and the little fairy standing on the Nai He Bridge gradually became busy, continuing to move in an orderly manner.

Xie Bi'an only came down from the city gate at this time, lifted the seemingly dilapidated curtain outside and entered this small tea shop, and said hello to Meng Po who was making tea on the side.

"Mother-in-law." Xie Bi'an shouted, and then sat down beside Fan Wuxuan.

Meng Po squinted her eyes and smiled kindly, and handed them both a cup of tea with a smile, "Little Chang'an is here?" ”