In this secluded capital, looking at the busy traffic, Zhang Jue was at a loss. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This feeling is like the first time a teenager in a mountain village enters an international metropolis, it is a feeling of confusion with fear, and a little bit of pride, of course, the most is inferiority.

At this moment, he had forgotten his identity, and everything in the yang world seemed to have nothing to do with him. is no longer a disciple of the Patriarch Dao, no longer a reserve of the underworld, at this moment, Zhang Jue feels that he is not a fart.

"Brother, where are you going?"

A rickshaw driver ran over and asked with a smile.

The appearance of the underworld is not completely modern, and the prosperous places have the shadow of the eighties of the last century, while some places still retain the style of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China.

And the dress of the crowd is also varied. Some people wear suits and leather shoes, and some people wear clothes with strong fashion elements. And some people, wearing old Mao suits, and even worse, even dressed like the ancients, wearing robes, boots, and long hair.

This rickshaw master is dressed as a Qing Dynasty man, with a bald scoop in front and a whip to the calf in the back. Because his hair was too long, he had to wrap the whip around his shoulders and put it in front of him, and just like that, the whip was still near his navel.

Zhang Jue tried his best to make his tone calm: "I want to ask, where should the newcomer go first when he comes down from above?" ”

The old master smiled: "Newcomer? Coming by train, right? ”

"Yes."

"When you stayed in a hotel, didn't the people inside give you an explanation? It's impossible, the newcomers who have lived there should know their purpose. ”

Zhang Jue knocked his head with some annoyance: "My brain is not good, and I forgot about it." ”

"Can this be forgotten?"

The old master shouted in surprise and said, "When you enter the hotel, the boss will invite you to a bowl of soup." It is said that it is an antidote, and after drinking that soup anyway, you will be able to remember everything in your life. Big and small, bit by bit, you can forget the machine. ”

"Huh?"

Zhang Jue exclaimed, his heart was terrified, Meng Po soup? No, Meng Po soup is forgotten, but that soup is for people to reminisce. Could it be the antidote to Meng Po soup?

In order to hide his surprise, Zhang Jue's eyes widened and said, "Can you remember all the things in this life after drinking that soup?" But my mind is blank. ”

The old man was stunned and wondered: "You shouldn't be a fool in your life, right?" So the brain is blank? ”

"I don't know. After drinking the soup, no one said where to go. ”

The old man frowned and said, "Surely no one said, after drinking the soup, you will know what you should do." If you have done sins in your life, then you have to dwell in one step and until the influence of the sins is removed, or until you forget about the sin. If the sin is too great, then you will get on the train and go to hell to report on it. ”

"Going on your own?"

"So what's not? So many people die every day, if you don't go by yourself, can't the Yin soldiers still tie you up? Oh, you're saying is there anyone who will run, right? No way, as long as you remember the wrong things you have done in this life, you will have repentance in your heart, and you can't control yourself. ”

Zhang Jue asked, "Then why did I come here?" By the way, am I not stupid? How am I not stupid at all now. ”

The old man smiled: "You were a fool before you died, but after drinking that soup, you will be fine." Perhaps, you only started to have memories after drinking the soup, right? By the way, to be able to come here means that you haven't done any great sins. Then you have to come here, go to the hukou and queue up here, and naturally there are staff members who calculate the good and evil of your past life and arrange reincarnation. ”

"Reincarnation? Can I still be reincarnated? ”

"I don't know, maybe. Hey, we don't have power or power, so we don't have to think about reincarnation. To tell you the truth, the reincarnation rate is actually only one percent. One out of a hundred people is qualified to be reincarnated. ”

"So low? Isn't that how over time, there will be more and more people in the underworld? ”

"How is that possible? Ghosts also have a lifespan, and if you haven't been reincarnated in 60 years, then your yin longevity will come to an end, and you'll die. This is really dead, and there will never be a soul again. There is nothing left to die. ”

Zhang Jue nodded, and said, "Sixty years? I think you've lived more than 60 years, old man. There are also some ancients, I'm afraid they have lived for hundreds of years, right? ”

The old man smiled bitterly: "You can't look at people from their appearances. I just came out of hell for a few years, and in hell, there is no such thing as yin longevity. It only started to count when it came out. ”

Zhang Jue pointed to a woman wearing Hanfu and said in surprise: "Then in this way, hasn't that person been carrying it in hell for thousands of years?" ”

"Possibly."

The old man said and urged: "I'll take you to the government first, you have a household registration, and people will send you money." As long as you have relatives in the yang world, then your relatives will give you paper money, and the government will be responsible for sending these to you for use. Then you can use the money to pay me for the car, or you can rent a house and buy a house or something. You don't have any relatives, do you? ”

Zhang Jue hurriedly said: "Yes, why not." I have no relatives, how did I get born? ”

The old man hesitated for a while: "Forget it, I won't pull you, in case you are a lonely man called Hanako, and no one burns paper for you when you die, won't you have no money?" Then I'm not going to give you a trip for nothing? ”

Zhang Jue said: "I really have relatives, don't worry." ”

"You fool, what do you remember? Forget it, you can walk on your own. ”

As he spoke, the old man ran away.

Zhang Jue smiled bitterly, shook his head, and began to ask for directions and walked to the Youdu government.

In his mind, there must be people in the government who are ancestors, because in his mind, the government is the highest center of power in a city. If the disciple of the Patriarch Dao is really the king of Yama, then when converted into a government position, I am afraid it is the mayor or something. I don't know if they have a secretary of the municipal party committee or something......

I don't know if I don't go, I am scared when I go, and when I ask for directions, others say that I have been going east. Zhang Jue walked hard for a long time, and people said to go east.

"How far is the government?"

This time, Zhang Jue didn't ask the government how it went.

Passerby: "Dozens of kilometers, not far." ”

“……”

Zhang Jue knew that this secluded capital was much larger than the cities on the earth. And as he learned along the way, he also knew that there were a total of ten giant cities in the entire underworld, and each of them was so big as a secluded capital.

And by train, the destination is actually different. There is no notice to get to that station, and you have to wait until you are upset and irritable, and you complain about how it hasn't been there. At this point, the train stops at the next stop.

That's it. No, you can't say it. Everything depends on fate, where you urge, you will settle down.

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