The underworld

Huangquan Road is still full of red dead flowers, and it looks like a sea of blood at a glance. It's been a long time since Jiao Ying stepped on this place again, so long that she can't remember how long it has been? There are many wandering spirits on the road who are walking with their heads down, and they are all ghosts who have just run out of life and come to the underworld.

Jiao Ying did not speak, nor did she look at random, but walked forward like these ghosts.

Nai He Bridge on the Lechuan River, once upon a time she also stayed here, and she has seen too much reluctance and helplessness here, and the Lethe River is not soaked in unconscious ghosts, but puppets controlled by obsession.

However, the bridge was as usual, there was a long queue, Jiao Ying followed behind, she looked up and looked ahead, and Meng Po, who scooped soup there, was actually a delicate and gentle girl.

"Drink it, if you drink it, you can be reincarnated." The girl is delicate and delicate, and she is also tactful and lovely when she speaks.

She doesn't know how many times she has said this, and she doesn't know how many people she has said it. Now that I've heard from others, I have a strange feeling.

"This girl isn't here to be reincarnated, is she?" Although the line is long, the ghosts are not the main troublemakers, and the girl moves neatly, and soon arrived at Jiao Ying, but the girl did not give her a bowl of Meng Po soup as before, but asked with a chuckle.

However, Meng Po on the bridge, the most important thing is eyesight, and Jiao Ying is not surprised that she can recognize it. "It's really not, I came to the underworld today to ask for something, and I asked Miss Meng Po to let me go." Jiao Ying bowed down to her, which was regarded as a salute.

Now she finally knew why those people liked to call them Meng Po, just because no one would pay attention to a ghost's name.

The girl was a cool person, and when she laughed, the two pear sockets on her face were particularly beautiful. "The girl is polite, it's not that Gillian won't let you go, but His Royal Highness Hades has confessed, and any people from the outside world will not be allowed to visit."

The only way to reach the Hall of Hades in the Underworld on the opposite side through the Lechuan River is to pass over the Nai He Bridge, where Meng Po is responsible for guarding the Nai He Bridge in addition to scooping Meng Po soup for these ghosts.

It turns out that her name is Gillian...... Jiao Ying tilted her head and smiled, she was responsible. She stood to the side, no longer holding the ghosts behind her in line. "It's okay, the girl is busy first, I can wait here."

She has a good impression of this Meng Po.

Gillian didn't seem to expect this strange girl to be so easy to talk, and she was a little stunned for a moment, but after reacting, she still kept distributing Meng Po soup to the ghosts. "That's fine, if the girl is not bored, just wait."

She's really busy right now, and she doesn't have time to talk to her much.

Jiao Ying smiled and nodded, then stood aside and watched the ghosts drink Meng Po soup one by one, and then walked over the Nai He Bridge, and those who didn't want to drink jumped directly down the Lechuan River, where they had to wait for the person they wanted to appear.

If Meng Po doesn't let him go, there is no way for people from the outside world to enter the underworld. There is a formation set up by the king of Jizo here, which is dedicated to protecting the order of the underworld.

Jiao Ying looked at it for a while, the girl smiled sweetly no matter who she was, and she didn't know what a great errand it was, where could she think that this was Meng Po?

Indeed, the image of Meng Po in the world is old and weak, with a long veil covering her wrinkled face, standing on the bridge with a cane, and her voice is as old as an old man. These adjectives are still what she saw from the book when she was a Yutang pear.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed that the legendary Meng Po was actually a delicate and quiet girl?

"Girl, do you like to listen to plays? Shall I sing you a one? Xu is Gillian saw that she was too bored, and it was quite embarrassing to stand there alone, so she asked about it.

Listening to the opera, Jiao Ying couldn't help but be stunned, she naturally likes it, she is a human being in two lives, maybe she has changed a lot from beginning to end, but listening to the opera and singing still remains. But can Meng Po sing when she is working? She hadn't tried it anyway.

"Then I'll bother Gillian girl." Jiao Ying nodded at her, since everyone has spoken, how can she refuse?

"It turns out that the purple and red are blooming all over the place, and they seem to be paid to the broken wells and decay. The beautiful scenery of the good day is a day, and it is a pleasure to enjoy the courtyard. Flying in the morning and twilight, clouds and clouds, rain and wind, smoke and waves painting boats, Jinping people look at this Shaoguang cheap. ”

Gillian is not hypocritical, she will come as she says. She was born with a good voice, and the lyrics sang out of her mouth very well.

Jiao Ying closed her eyes and listened carefully, singing much better than her. When she was a delicate warbler, because she was shy and afraid of being squeezed by the people around her, she didn't dare to practice her drama well.

"The garden of the Peony Pavilion? The girl has a good voice, and the warbler admires it. Seeing that she finished playing the end note, Jiao Ying smiled and applauded.

Gillian bent her eyebrows at her, and a pair of pear nests on her face were so cute. "It's just a little trick, used to amuse, and the girl shouldn't admire the word."

Although she spoke, the movements of her hands did not stop for half a minute. "Gillian was a miscellaneous worker in the troupe before her death, serving tea and pouring water for her brothers and sisters who sang the horns, and she also learned a lot of things. Unfortunately, I couldn't escape from the fire that day......"

Gillian's face began to fall off faintly as she spoke, and Jiao Ying could see her bloody face, and even had no face.

It turned out that he was burned to death by fire, but it's a pity...... Jiao Ying shook her head, what a good girl, this good voice, not to say famous, but it's still okay to mix up.

"Look at me, this is too much to talk about, Your Highness almost lost the face that it was so easy to make for me." Gillian hurriedly patted her face, and the originally broken face gradually condensed and returned to its white appearance.

The only person in the underworld who can afford the word "His Royal Highness" is the king of Hades. It seems that he likes this girl very much, and made a special face for her. The face of the ghost needs to be made by casting spells from the mud in the Hades Palace, and usually the Hades will not make faces for these ghosts.

Jiao Ying didn't know why, there was a faint pain in her heart, but she still smiled at Gillian, although she was not as young and beautiful as her, but she was also a delicate beauty. "Where, the girl is so worried, I don't know if I can sing another song?"

Gillian blinked, it was hard to refuse, after all, she was the one who proposed to sing the song first.

"It's hard to send spring in the chaos, and there are people in the ground. It is my birth Xiao Chanjuan, and the gods and goddesses in one case of the famous family. Very good fate, throw away the youth! Who will see my sleep? So he was shy. Who do you want to dream of, and the spring is dark? Postponement, this is the heart of the words! Drowning and frying, splashing the remnants, except for asking the sky! ”

This time it's still the Peony Pavilion, but it's replaced by a dream. Jiao Ying raised her eyes, and a song woke up the dreamer, and the dream was ...... (To be continued.) )