"Girl, you... Why is the face so scary? Seeing her raise her head and her face turned pale, Qianshan couldn't help but worry.

Jiang Chengjia looked at her and didn't speak, as if he hadn't recovered from his thoughts.

After a while, she frowned and asked, "Qianshan... You once told me that Chen Wuniang's life history and even household registration files can't be found anyway, right? ”

Qian Shan didn't know why she suddenly asked about Chen Wuniang's life experience, but nodded and replied: "Qianji has visited Jianye everywhere, and I have called out the household registration files of all the servants and maids around Mrs. Cao to read... None of them have found the household registration file registered when Chen Wuniang was born, or the paper deed after being included in the lowly registration. ”

"Qianshan, I want to confirm one thing." Jiang Chengjia frowned.

Qian Shan was stunned and said, "What does the girl want to confirm?" ”

"Can you go to the Yellow Spring of the Underworld, look for Meng Po, and ask her divine book to take a look?" Jiang Chengjia grabbed her hand and asked expectantly.

Qian Shan was surprised: "Didn't the girl not allow me to use spells?" ”

Jiang Chengjia muttered, "I just need to be sure of one thing. Qianshan, I only need to be sure of one thing. ”

Seeing her so ghostly, Qian Shan became deeply worried and asked, "What does the girl want to ask?" ”

Jiang Chengjia replied: "I want to know, is there any luck book in Meng Po's divine book before Chen Wuniang entered the Qinglou?" ”

Qian Shan asked in astonishment, "Is it possible that the girl thinks... Chen Wuniang is not extraordinary? ”

Jiang Chengjia suddenly fell silent.

Qian Shan's heart trembled, and then she said: "The girl will wait for a while, and the slave will come when she goes." ”

As soon as the words fell, Qian Shan took off the Nanyun Seal Bracelet that sealed her own divine power and spells from her wrist, and drew a circle in the air with her slender fingers, and the entire Fuyuan fell into a silence, everything stood still, and time was frozen at this moment.

A pale white light shone from the room. Qianshan was preparing to jump into the light and head to the underworld. Unexpectedly, Jiang Chengjia took a step ahead of her, got into the bright light that lingered into a mist, and disappeared.

Qian Shan exclaimed in surprise and shouted, "Girl! You have a wound on your body, you can't go to the underworld! ”

In the light, Jiang Chengjia had long since lost sight of where she had gone with her divine power. Qian Shan stomped her foot in anger, and immediately jumped into the endless drifting mist, and disappeared from this Yaxuan with the last bit of divine light.

Close your eyes.

Open your eyes again.

Jiang Chengjia has already arrived in front of the Hades Temple, here is still as eerie and terrible as when she came in the past, there is a big tree in front of the temple that goes straight into the clouds of the underworld, the old tree is under the horizontal autumn, it has lost all the yellow and lifeless leaves, and the bare branches stretch in the air, as if weaving a black net, making the Hades Temple, which was originally immersed in darkness, more eerie and terrifying, and the bright moonlight derived from the front of the temple to the Nine Heavens seems to separate the heaven and the earth, swallowing everything in the night.

Jiang Chengjia shivered in front of the hall, endured the cold, and walked towards the narrow passage leading to the Ghost Gate Pass in the Hades Temple. The fog filled everything in front of the road, and she stubbornly followed the ghosts floating in the road, stepped through the ghost gate and stepped on a small river that emitted a bloody smell, and stepped on this road called Huangquan, which was a rugged and difficult path with bright red and bewitching flowers blooming on both sides. At the end of the road is the Lechuan River, there is a bridge on the river called Nai He Bridge, Nai He Bridge is divided into three layers, the upper layer is red, the middle layer is yellow, the lowest layer is black, the lower layer is more and more dangerous. Jiang Chengjia cautiously stepped on the Nai He Bridge from the bank of the Lethe River, along the side of the bridge, she saw the lonely souls and wild ghosts that could not be reincarnated in the green water, and they kept giving birth to the devil's claws on the ghosts walking slowly on the Nai He Bridge, trying to tear the most marginal living souls off the Lethe River, devour its memories, shatter its seven souls and six spirits, and make it become the same lonely soul and wild ghosts. However, the bridge, which is not very narrow, but not wide, draws three narrow paths.

If mortals, when they are born, do good deeds, they will walk on the middle path of the Nai He Bridge, and those who do evil will walk on the paths on both sides of the Nai He Bridge, and there will always be evil spirits pulled off the bridge by the evil ghosts in the Lethe River, devoured in an instant, and ashes will be destroyed.

Jiang Chengjia didn't know how many times she walked the bridge by the Lechuan River, and she didn't know how many times she saw him standing on the edge of the bridge, almost being pulled into the scene of Lethe River being devoured by a ghost, every time she was frightened and frightened.

After crossing the Nai He Bridge, there is an earthen platform at the other end of the Lethe River, called Wangxiang Terrace, and there is a pavilion called Meng Po Pavilion on the side of Wangxiang Terrace.

Xiao Meng Po copied the list of mortals there, lit up the past, handed a bowl of Meng Po soup to the ghosts who came to be reincarnated, and summoned the mandate of heaven to record the number of lives of the ghosts in the next life in the divine book.

Jiang Chengjia was mixed in the ghosts, holding back the breath of the living, and cautiously arrived at the Meng Po Pavilion. Meng Po was dressed in coarse linen clothes, with yellow hair hanging down, ruddy complexion, fine skin and tender meat, and she was a real little fairy. And as ordinary people say, she is an old woman with gray hair.

Little Meng Po held a bowl of Meng Po soup for the ghosts who came and went, and told her thousands of instructions, watching the ghosts drink it, and then let them go to the reincarnation path with confidence. Occasionally, I heard a ghost who drank the soup complaining: "These days, even Meng Po soup is getting more and more difficult to drink." Then he thundered it back to Wangxiangtai, and then let it drink a bowl of soup, forgetting the fate of the three worlds.

Jiang Chengjia sighed. The world is ever-changing, but the divine realm is difficult to change for thousands of years.

She slowly followed the wandering ghost to Meng Po's long table. I saw Meng Po hand over a bowl of Meng Po soup without raising her head, and said coldly: "Drink it." ”

Jiang Chengjia called softly: "Xiao Meng." "Flying

When Xiao Meng Po heard the familiar call, a pimple immediately formed on the back of her hand and head, she trembled, looked up suddenly, saw who was coming, and immediately pretended to have a headache and dizziness and said, "Today's summoning of the mandate of heaven is here." Go back, come back tomorrow to register, drink and forget your worries, and enter reincarnation. ”

The ghosts behind were in mourning, shouting and squeezing towards Meng Po Pavilion.

Xiao Meng Po's eyes widened, her eyebrows were horizontal, her voice was thick, and she said viciously: "Whoever is squeezing forward, go to the Lechuan River and stay with the evil ghosts!" ”

A roar made the crowded Nai He Bridge instantly settle down, and after a while, the ghosts on the Nai He Bridge gradually dispersed and returned to Huangquan Road.

Little Meng Po glanced at Jiang Chengjia, and said with a hippie smile: "Today's Meng Po Pavilion is closed, let's come back next time." ”

After saying that, she ran around the world and escaped from Wangxiangtai without stopping.

Jiang Chengjia blinked, calmly picked up the Heavenly Mandate Pen on the desk in the center of the Meng Po Pavilion, dipped it in ink and was about to stir it into the soup cup placed next to it.

Xiao Meng Po screamed and ran back, snatched the Mandate Pen, and shouted loudly: "Jiang Mengluo, you dare to destroy my pot of worry-forgetting soup again!" I'm fighting with you! ”

Jiang Chengjia raised his eyebrows and said, "Unless you don't run away." ”

Xiao Meng Po snorted and said, "Why should I listen to you? The Mandate of Heaven pen is in my hand, I see what else you can do to destroy my soup! ”

Jiang Chengjia hooked her lips, a slender arm stretched out from her sleeve, and her tightly clenched fist turned around and spread upward, and a pile of withered yellow leaves was lying in her palm, motionless.

Xiao Meng Po was shocked and said, "Jiang Mengluo, don't mess around!" ”

Jiang Chengjia said lightly: "It's okay if I don't mess around." ”

Xiao Meng Po begged for mercy with a sad face: "What do you want me to check?" You just say, don't do anything to my soup, okay? ”

Jiang Chengjia snorted, and said as a matter of course: "If you help me check, I won't use my hands and feet." ”

Little Meng Po waved her sleeves, and there was an extra bamboo book shining with golden light in her hand, which was Meng Po's divine book, and complained: "Say, what do you want to check?" ”

Jiang Chengjia withdrew the arm hanging above the soup cup into his sleeve, and said with a frown: "I want to know where the ghost who died in Jianye is now?"

Xiao Meng Po waved the Mandate of Heaven pen, found Jianye's file, and asked without raising her head, "What's your name?" ”

"Chen Wuniang."

Xiao Meng Po froze, looked up, and asked repeatedly, "What do you call it?" ”

Seeing her strange reaction, Jiang Chengjia frowned and said again: "Chen Wuniang." ”

Xiao Meng Po took a deep breath and became a little flustered.

Jiang Chengjia saw through her eccentricity at a glance and asked, "Is there no record of this ghost reincarnation in your divine book?" ”

Xiao Meng Po smiled dryly: "How come...?" I'll look for it right away. She immediately lowered her head, almost buried her face in the book, and searched for a long time without moving.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Chengjia already had a guess in his heart, so he asked: "How come my Qianji Department can't find Chen Wuniang's household registration file in the mortal world, nor can I find the place where she was born and raised." I just want to ask you, is there no place for Chen Wuniang's birthplace in the divine book, and there is no record of her fortune before entering the Qinglou? ”

Little Meng Po explained hesitantly: "No... Chen Wuniang, Chen Wuniang... The fortune book before it was sold into the Qinglou was inadvertently lost by me, and I... There is no way to make it back, so Chen Wuniang's divine book can only be a fragment. It was my mistake... I've never dared to talk to anyone. ”

Jiang Chengjia gasped, stared at her eyes, shook his head firmly, and said, "No... No, no, no. You didn't lose the first half of Chen Wuniang's fortune book, but cast a spell and imposed this person's soul and fate in the divine book, because the destiny of heaven did not allow it, so Chen Wuniang lost half of the fortune book, right? ”

Meng Po's face became even more strange and ugly.

Jiang Chengjia trembled and said, "Chen Wuniang... She's not human, is she? ”

Meng Po covered up indiscriminately: "What nonsense are you talking about? If Chen Wuniang is not an ordinary person, how can she still keep the body of a mortal after death? If it is really as you said, Chen Wuniang's soul was imposed on me in the divine book, and her life was also created by me, then once Chen Wuniang died in the mortal world, her physical body would be broken up like her soul, how could she still retain her physical body? ”