After a while, the ghost fire in all directions could not hold on, and the whole room became pitch black.

I couldn't see the roof clearly, so I could only open my eyes in the dark, waiting for my body to recover.

But fortunately, it didn't take long for my body to finally recover, move my new body, and sit up from the cold ice bed.

He got out of the ice bed, pushed open the huge door, and left the side hall.

Walking on the Nai He Bridge, looking at the queue advancing in an orderly manner, they followed the routine, chose to forget about this life, drank the bowl of Meng Po soup, and threw themselves into the past life without distractions.

"Girl, I haven't seen you in a long time." Old Lady Meng greeted me with a soup bowl.

I stepped forward with a smile, took the scoop from Granny Meng's hand, and said, "Mother-in-law, I'll help you." ”

"Okay, trouble girl." Mrs. Meng handed me the scoop, her old hands were covered with age spots, and her wrinkled face was full of love, and she raised her hand to hammer the back of the hammer, and complained, "People are old and useless." “

I smiled and said nothing, Granny Meng has been here longer than the king of Hades, and every day she says that she is useless, but she has been standing for thousands of years.

The two of us were talking here, and the group naturally stopped.

The soul waiting in front interrupted the conversation between me and Granny Meng and said anxiously, "Give me the soup quickly." ”

After I scooped a bowl of soup and handed it to Granny Meng, I raised my eyes and looked at the soul, with a simple appearance with thick eyebrows and thick face.

The soul looked at the bowl of Meng Po soup in the hand of the old woman Meng, and couldn't wait to reach out and take it.

Old Lady Meng slapped his hand away, like a whining old mother, "What's the hurry, it's not for you yet." “

The soul said pleadingly, "Give it to me first." As he spoke, he put his hands together and saluted Mrs. Meng.

"You're in such a hurry to reincarnate?" Naturally, Granny Meng handed the bowl of soup to the person in front of her, took the soup I had handed over, and asked the question in my heart at the same time.

The spirit hurriedly said, "My wife and I drove back to her mother's house, but accidentally tumbled down on the mountain, we both died, she just reincarnated in front of me, I don't think that if I hurry up and reincarnate, I may be able to get closer to her." "You can tell from the soul that he is an honest man.

After listening to the narration of this soul, I handed over the Meng Po soup in my hand.

The man looked at the Meng Po soup that I suddenly handed over, and then looked at me gratefully and took it, and quickly nodded in thanks, "Thank you, girl, thank you." ”

"I wish you could find your wife." As I spoke, the man had already drunk the Meng Po soup in the bowl, and looked at the bowl in his hand with confused eyes.

I took the bowl, and he was reincarnated with the crowd, forgetting all his past lives.

Meng Po looked at me, "Girl, you are just too kind, a bowl of Meng Po soup is in his stomach, he can't remember anything." ”

"It can be regarded as fulfilling his last wish before he was reincarnated." I said lightly, continued to scoop the soup, and handed it to Mrs. Meng.

Looking at the clear soup, I thought to myself, "Maybe one day I will drink a bowl myself." ”

After helping Mrs. Meng scoop up the soup here for a while, I said goodbye and left, and drifted towards the gate of the underworld, "thinking of life and death".

When I came to the door, I caught up with the headless ghost guarding the door, and when I saw that it was me, I greeted enthusiastically, "Girl, go out again." ”

I looked into the eyes on his stomach and nodded, "But if you need anything, I'll help you bring it back." ”

The headless ghost smiled hesitantly, "The girl will cook a cooked chicken for me, so that I can satisfy my hunger." ”

"Okay," this headless ghost is a little greedy, always thinking about the delicious food in the sun, almost every time he catches up with him guarding the door, I will bring him some delicious food, over time, everyone is still familiar with each other, and they get along relatively well.

And after spending a long time with the ghosts of the underworld, I found that they are much easier to interact with than the people in the yang world, perhaps because they are already ghosts, so they don't need to calculate.

After seeing that I agreed, the headless ghost enthusiastically opened the "door within the door" and let me out.

A thought of life and death is the door to enter and exit the underworld, and the door in the door is the door to the underworld, also known as the "birth door".

I walked out of the gate of life and stepped on the road of returning to the sun in the thousands of miles of fog barrier, and the ghost fire paved the way, illuminating the soul that was isolated and drifting towards the gate of the house.

At the end of Huanyang Road sat a young girl dressed in gray, with a table in front of her, on which were written several names.

"Little yin and yang." I called the woman's name, and the woman turned her head to look at me, her eyes were dead gray, because she was half alive and half dead, and she could not enter the yang or the yin, so she could only stay at the junction of yin and yang, and be a recorder.

Yin and Yang is not her name, but the name of each generation of recorders, and the previous generation of recorders will use the yin and yang qi in their bodies to give birth to new yin and yang in their womb after sensing that their time is short.

As the little yin and yang in the womb gradually grows up, the old yin and yang are devoured and the yin and yang qi becomes weaker and weaker, and when the little yin and yang come to the world, it is the day when the old yin and yang soul is gone.

Therefore, Yin and Yang have been guarding this junction alone since childhood until death, without relatives and friends, ruthless and loveless.

Yin Yang saw that it was me, laughed, grabbed my hand and said, "Sister Su, you tell me a story, and I will let you go." ”

I looked at her and touched her hair lovingly, in fact, I don't need to record my entry and exit from the underworld, but I still stop every time to tell her a story.

"And what story would you like to hear?" I asked her.

Yin Yang rubbed his chin, tilted his head and thought about it, and finally turned his eyes to me, "I'll listen to what Sister Su says." He gave way to the side of his chair and made room for me.

"Then I'll tell you the story I met before," I said, sat down in my chair, and spoke, "There was a girl named Lin Die, and she died tragically......

I told Lin Die's story to Xiao Yin and Yang completely, Xiao Yin and Yang were obsessed with listening to it, and finally asked obsessively, "Sister Su, what do you say is the relationship between Fengsheng and the sound of rain?" ”

I thought about it for a moment and said, "It should be that life wishes depend on each other, and death wishes go with each other." “

After the story was told, Xiao Yin and Yang looked at me reluctantly, and said with a small mouth, "Sister Su, when Fengsheng comes to you in a hundred years, you must tell me." “

I patted her on the head and said with a smile, "Okay, but you have to help Sister Su remember, there are too many stories that my sister has encountered, I'm afraid I'll forget it." “

Xiao Yin and Yang nodded obediently and said, "Okay." Then he stretched out his slender little finger and said, "Let's pull the hook and stamp it." ”

I also stretched out my little finger and hooked it with hers, and both of them said at the same time, "Pull the hook and swear, seal without regrets." ”