I was taken aback, but it was strange to say that other people's fires were hot, but this ghost fire turned out to be cold, and as soon as it touched my body, it was cold to the bone, and I was so frightened that I moved forward for a long distance.

But after I moved over, the ghost fire in front of me circled around me several times, and continued to beat forward, I thought, I understood the meaning of the ghost fire, I remembered, the third master said, the messenger of the underworld to guide the way, the ghost fire is also one, they guard the undead one after the other, and arrive at the destination safely.

I finally accepted my fate, followed the ghost fire and walked forward, and I couldn't help praying in my heart, hoping that Meng Po would not be as scary as the third master said when I was a child, and scare people into drinking Meng Po soup with a grimace. I thought, since I'm dead, I'll definitely drink Meng Po soup obediently.

The further I went, the brighter it became, not in the real sense of the word, but from complete darkness to a high level of visibility, but this Lethe River was really long, I had been walking for so long, and I still didn't see the head. But the bridge should be at the end of this Lethe River.

Walking and walking, suddenly, a large red appeared in front of me, my spirit lifted, this person immediately came to the end, isn't this the other side of the flower, the real sense of the other side of the flower, growing on the shore of the underworld Lethe River, symbolizing forgetting everything and starting a new reincarnation.

Sure enough, I took a closer look at the flowers, and there were indeed no leaves. It seems that I have caught up with the tourist season, which is the season when the flowers bloom on the other side, and I am not badly lucky.

I walked forward for I don't know how long, and before I saw anything, I suddenly heard an old laugh not far away, I blinked, looked up, and saw a bridge flickering on the Lethe River.

There were several people in front of me, no, ghosts, and they were waiting in line to receive the soup from Meng Po's hand. Unlike me, they all seemed to be glazed over, like puppets, and Meng Po said coldly, "Next." The first one in line took a step forward, and the next one raised his hand, took the soup, and did it without saying a word.

Until she saw me, Meng Po suddenly smiled, her silver hair, very long, dragged until the heels were not finished, and it was extended back for a long time, but although she was called Meng Po, she didn't look old at all, there was no wrinkle on her face, if you want to use one word to describe it, it was crane hair and childish face.

I was about to reach out for soup, but she raised her hand, slapped my hand, and then pointed back, saying, "He's waiting for you, go ahead."

I don't understand a little, I said in my heart, people are dead, is there still someone in charge of psychological counseling, let us not be sad, and prepare for reincarnation with peace of mind?

I looked inside, and I saw an old man with white hair, dressed in cotton clothes, standing with his back to me, his hands behind his back, as if waiting for someone.

I want to ask Meng Po what's going on, can you enter without drinking soup? But Meng Po just waved her hand impatiently, said next, and then slapped me in.

The place where the old man stood was a small pavilion, why was it called a small pavilion, because the pavilion was so small, and when he stood there alone, the pavilion was full, and there was no room for a second person.

I turned my head and looked at Meng Po with some anxiety, but Meng Po seemed to know what I was going to ask, she didn't even look at me, she was busy with her own work, and said leisurely: "Go, if you want to know, he will give you the answer." ”

I walked to the pavilion and stood still, not knowing what to call him, so I timidly called out to the old gentleman.

Unexpectedly, the old man turned his head violently and asked me with a joking face: "Yo, I haven't seen you for a few years, so polite!" I still remember when I beat you up, you obviously called me dead old man! ”

Hearing the voice, a human face immediately appeared in front of my eyes, yes, it was the third master, the third master, the old man who changed the trajectory of my life!

The third master beckoned to me and asked me to go over, but I didn't dare, I said that the third master, your place is so small, you should come down, it can't fit the two of us.

I don't know what's wrong, the pavilion where the third master is standing is like the dragon chair of the Yellow Emperor to me, as if standing on it is a big rebellion.

The third master waved his hand, put away the ghost fire that was still dancing on both sides of me, and muttered a word of hard work, so he raised his head and continued to ask me if I couldn't solve the problem.

But my mind is not on that now, my heart says that I am dead, and I am a hundred, and you still ask me what I did when I was alive. So, I began to forcibly change the topic, I asked the third master, why those people look very wooden, like marionettes, they do whatever Meng Po says. However, I am conscious!

The third master raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and pulled my ear, and pulled me into the pavilion, and whispered: "Silly grandson, come in quickly, let the people of Yin Si see that someone has trespassed into the underworld, I'm afraid you will really have to explain here!"

I kept beating the drum in my heart, and I didn't care what the third master was talking about, and continued to ask him, why didn't Meng Po give me Meng Po soup, do I want to start the next life with the memories of this life?

The third master sighed, probably knowing that I am such a character, whenever I meet something I am interested in, I like to break the casserole and ask to the end, otherwise nothing will attract my attention.

The third master explained that those undead are actually unconscious, because everyone is actually unwilling to die, and even those who commit suicide will more or less begin to regret it after they die. Especially when holding Meng Po soup, they began to recall their lives, began to regret it, and began to not want to die.

Therefore, in order to avoid the suffering of the soul and also for the sake of Meng Po's work efficiency, they sealed the consciousness of the soul and let them drink the Meng Po soup without knowing it, and then voluntarily reincarnate.

"Since everyone is the same, why don't I have the consciousness of being sealed, nor do I drink Meng Po soup?"

The third master gritted his teeth and knocked me hard, don't say it, I was a ghost, but I still couldn't avoid being beaten by the third master, and it hurt as before.

In fact, like the third master, I am not a person who is good at expressing feelings, I haven't seen each other for so long, in fact, I have a stomach I want to say to the third master.

I think the third master is the same, but he just scolded me a little impatiently: "Stinky boy, he is still the same skin as when he was a child!" Underwhelming!"