Storytellers always like to tell stories about the underworld, and everyone likes such fantasy storytelling. www.biquge.info Su Nianyao remembered that when she was five years old, she also heard the storyteller in the West Pavilion, and in her memory, the storyteller said that there was no sunlight in the underworld and it was dark, it was a barren land, there were no trees and no vegetation, and there was an existence where even cockroaches could not live.

In the legends of the world, the underworld is an evil land, and people often say that the souls of good people will reach out to the sky to become immortals after death, while bad people will fall into the underworld and become lonely ghosts.

After drinking the poisonous weed juice, Su Nianyao felt numb, the feeling was indescribable, like a poisonous scorpion that came out of nowhere and deeply pierced the stinger into the flesh, pulled it out, and inserted it again, torturing herself again and again. Gradually, her consciousness was a little blurred, and the sound she heard in her ears was pinched together to make it difficult to distinguish, not to mention how bad it felt.

Her body was getting heavier and stiffer, and she could clearly feel herself sinking, as if something was pressing her down.

Su Nianyao tried to open her eyes, and she saw that she had passed through her body, and she was lying under the table. What's lying on the table? She discerned and observed.

It's your own shell! "Heh, it turns out that this is the legendary out-of-body ....." Su Nianyao smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, she said to herself, and the next second she found that no one heard her voice and no one could notice the existence of her soul.

She couldn't move, screaming and shouting. She clearly saw Granny Ge's feet standing beside her, but she couldn't tell her that she was under the table.

For a moment, Su Nianyao felt fear and panic that she had never felt before, and suddenly she gave up, she closed her eyes, so that she could make herself a little more comfortable, and after closing it, Nianyao felt sleepy, "I really want to sleep..."

She felt that she was falling indefinitely, this time she didn't open her eyes, it was very comfortable to close, and in the process Yaoyao heard many voices, chaotic but unusually clear, as if they were speaking in her ear; The voice got louder and louder, and it sounded like the flattering voice of a fox fairy.

Slowly, Su Nianyao felt a breeze blowing across her face, and then her palm touched slender and sharp things.

She opened her eyes, there was no darkness around her and no imaginary loneliness, her face was shrouded in sunlight, and her palms touched the green weeds.

It's completely different from what the story says, although she is the only one here, but the environment here is no different from the people in the county capital.

There are flowers and grasses, butterflies and pond water. Su Nianyao stood up in surprise, her body was very light at this time, "Don't be confused Su Nianyao, you only have one soul now, and your body is still waiting for you in the world!" Su Nianyao silently recited in her heart, as if she had engraved this sentence in her heart.

Indeed, she didn't have a lot of time to enjoy the flowers here, and if she didn't return in two days, she wouldn't have a chance to return to the world and her body.

She closed her eyes and rubbed vigorously, "How am I going to go.... There's not even a street sign, so you'll get lost if you're a ghost, okay! She complained about the underworld's inadequacy as she looked around, hoping to see something that would point her way.

There were people there, and by the river in the distance, Nian Yao could vaguely see the figure of a person, and she ran over with a burst of ecstasy in her heart.

When she came to the river, Nian Yao gasped (this is the consequence of eating, drinking, and not exercising all day), and she saw the man's face clearly.

It was a woman, standing on the bridge over the lake, looking this way, this woman was very good-looking, wearing a lilac cocoon veil and landing on the ground, and her face was lightly fluttered with a light facial makeup. There is a faint forehead between her eyebrows, which is not gorgeous but full of fairy energy.

"Excuse me..."Nian Yao just gasped for breath, "Where is this?" ”

"Lethe River," the woman replied gently, with a sad look on her face.

Lethe River? Su Nianyao seems to have heard of this familiar term somewhere, as if she had heard it in a teahouse.

Her eyes were shallow, she couldn't see anything on the other side of the river, and there was an earthen platform not far away, "Wangxiangtai ....."

Underworld, Wangxiangtai, Forget River...... "This is the Nai River Bridge??! Su Nianyao almost jumped up, and sighed in her heart, I heard that the wrinkles on Meng Po's face were all crowded together and it was very ugly, which was not the most important thing. Nian Yao thought to herself, if Meng Po insisted on drinking Meng Po soup by herself, wouldn't she really have to be reincarnated?!

Thinking of this, Su Nianyao looked around, but she didn't see any ugly old woman, she raised her head and looked at the woman suspiciously.

The woman smiled and replied, "This is the Lechuan River, and that earthen platform is indeed called Wangxiangtai, but..."

Listening to the woman's words, Yaoyao was also relieved, it turned out that the storyteller was really a lie, and it was a waste of youth to waste a lot of time in the teahouse!

"Isn't this the underworld, how can there be so few souls?" Su Nianyao looked around again, making sure there were no other souls, "What are you doing here?" ”

"People are born sinful, and only when they have atoned for their sins can they come here to be reincarnated" The woman looked at the direction Su Nianyao came from before, her eyes were as gentle as water, "And I'm waiting for someone." As she spoke, her eyes never took off the corner in front of her, where all the ghosts came from.

Su Nianyao didn't understand, why bother waiting for a dead person, could a person continue to be on the front after death" What is that? Su Nianyao pointed to a huge black obsidian by the river, and something was densely carved on the stone.

"This thing is a three-life stone" She looked at the name of two side by side on the stone and smiled slightly, "The name will only disappear when I cross the bridge, I am waiting for the name next to me"

"He .....," Su Nianyao squirmed and didn't continue.

"He's dead, he's dead before me," the woman said with a faint smile on her face.

"He went down before you, and you are waiting for him here, how do you know that he is not on the other side of the bridge?" Nian Yao asked her if it was her, she would not be as stupid as this woman.

"His sins were so deep in his life that I know he never came."

"What's your name?" Su Nianyao looked at the name on the stone wall and looked for something.

"Meng E" The woman leaned out of the bridge a little and looked at her reflection in the river, "I have been waiting here for thousands of years, and now the ghosts who pass by call me Meng Po"