Entering the underworld was not as difficult as Zuo Yun imagined, just took a few steps on the stairs, and then walked from mid-air to the ground.

It was only after arriving at the ground that Zuo Yun found that these high-rise buildings were all cover-ups, how could there be any bustling city, the walls and windows of those buildings were full of wailing souls, and the vehicles shuttling on the ground were ghosts tied up in the shape of cars, dragged all over the street.

What looks like a busy metropolis above, but what looks like hell below!

Zuo Yun wanted to ask what kind of place this was, but he thought that after he was exposed, he might also become one of them, so he immediately gave up.

Silently following behind the two messengers of the underworld, Zuo Yun found that he could walk a long distance with every step, and passed through the entire city in a moment.

After leaving the city, a mighty blood-yellow river appeared in front of him, and the heads of people rolled in the river, as if there were countless ghosts floating in it.

On the banks of the big river are dense poisonous snakes, scorpions and centipedes and other poisonous insects, which make people's scalps numb and creepy.

On this great river, there is a wide stone arch bridge for people to pass, and there are many ghosts walking on it, but all of them are glazed and muddy, like walking corpses.

Zuo Yun followed the bull head and horse face, and also went to the stone arch bridge, and then took a few steps to cross the river.

Ahead is an endless desert, undulating sand dunes, rolling wind and sand, dyeing the heavens and the earth a miserable yellow.

In the center of the desert is a tall building with hundreds of gates in front of it, each with a long queue of ghosts.

The horse-faced beauty pointed to the building and said: "Lord Messenger, there is Meng Pozhuang in front, I can't trespass, and please let the messenger enter by himself!"

Looking at the towering building, Zuo Yun was stunned for a moment, and then silently took steps and walked forward.

"This envoy, why don't you fly over with clouds?" The bull-headed beauty with a mole in the corner of her eye looked at Zuo Yun's back suspiciously, and asked in a low voice.

"Shhhhhhhh

"Oh, then let's go back!Maybe it's a whim of the envoy who wants to visit Meng Po Village!"

"Yes, let's go back, we still have a lot of ghosts to lure! Hey, there have been a lot of unjust souls who have died of illness recently, and they have been bankrupt in the hospital, and their wives have been separated, so we have to be busy!"

The two beauties with bull heads and horses turned around and left in a burst of emotion.

On the other side, Zuo Yun walked slowly and leisurely towards the Meng Pozhuang building, obviously without the guidance of the two messengers from the underworld, his speed also slowed down.

The distance of nearly a kilometer has to be reached step by step!

However, Zuo Yun found that the ghosts queuing up here were all extremely honest, even if they passed by them, they would not take a second look, let alone make any noise.

Finally, Zuo Yun walked through the desert and finally came to the front of the Meng Pozhuang building.

In front of it is the high doorway, like the ancient city wall, made of bluestone, the cave is dark and deep, and I don't know where it leads.

As soon as Zuo Yun arrived in front of the doorway, suddenly a woman wearing white gauze came out of the wall next to the doorway, floated down, and fell in front of him.

This woman in white gauze has a graceful figure, a pointed chin, big eyes, and an ancient butterfly bun on her head.

When the woman in the white gauze saw Zuo Yun, she immediately said vigilantly: "Who are you, why don't you line up and come here alone!"

"I'm here to pick up Meng Po's delivery order!" Zuo Yun hurriedly replied.

"Ah, it turned out to be the messenger! Forgive the sins, the little slave didn't know that the messenger had arrived!" When the white-gauze woman heard this, she immediately lost her face and knelt down in front of Zuo Yun.

Zuo Yun was stunned, and after a few seconds, he stretched out his hand and said, "Uh, that, you get up!"

"The little slave obeys!" the white-gauze woman got up.

"By the way, what's your name?" Zuo Yun didn't dare to ask where Meng Po was, so he had to delay first.

"The little slave's name is Li Xiangjun!" replied the white-gauze woman hurriedly.

"Li Xiangjun, you are Li Xiangjun, who had a good story with Hou Fangyu in the last years of the Ming Dynasty?" Zuo Yun said in surprise.

"Those are all clouds of smoke from the previous life, why don't you worry about it!" Li Xiangjun immediately said cautiously.

"Since the messenger has arrived, why don't you come in and talk about it!"

Just when Zuo Yun was about to talk to Li Xiangjun about the mountain, suddenly an ethereal voice came, and then a white staircase extended down from the mid-empty wall.

Seeing this, Li Xiangjun hurriedly exclaimed: "My lord, Mrs. Meng is invited, please go with the little slave!"

"Okay, let's go now!" Zuo Yun was naturally anxious, after all, he didn't even know how to get in, and with Li Xiangjun leading, it was the best.

Li Xiangjun was in front, Zuo Yun felt fluttering in his footsteps, and he stepped over the stairs and entered the building in a few steps.

After entering the building, I found that it was an extremely large hall, and the hall was empty in all directions, except for a huge black pan pot in front of it, with green flames dyed under the clay pot, yellow soup boiling in it, and yellow smoke rising from it.

Next to the jar, stood a giantess in a long black dress and ten meters tall.

Although this giantess is huge, she is full of beauty, her body is plump and mature, her face is round and fair, but her eyes are a little colder, otherwise she will definitely drive any man who sees her crazy.

Of course, the woman in front of her was Meng Po, and it was so huge, Zuo Yun naturally didn't dare to have any unusual thoughts.

As soon as Meng Po saw Zuo Yun, she walked out from behind the black clay pot, and then shrunk to a normal size in a cloud of gray smoke.

Looking at Meng Po again, she turned into a mature middle-aged beauty, dressed in a long black dress, counting a tall phoenix bird bun with a black hosta in the bun.

"Lord Messenger, I think you have also seen my problem here, and you know what I want! What kind of price is required, please make it clear!" Meng Po asked directly as soon as she came up.

Zuo Yun galloped past with 10,000 grass and mud horses in his heart, you obviously didn't say anything, but said that I saw the problem, isn't this a pit person!

And I'm not a messenger, I'm just a mortal!

If you say the wrong thing, and you call Niu Tou Ma Mian to send me to the eighteenth layer of hell, won't Lao Tzu have to be tortured?

Thinking of the city composed of ghosts just after entering the underworld, Zuo Yun still shuddered!

And Meng Po saw that Zuo Yun didn't speak, and thought that Zuo Yun was hesitating, so she immediately took off the black hosta from her hair and said: "This is my Nine Yin Xuan Hosta, which is refined from 99,999 Yin Souls, I don't know if it's possible?"