......

I don't know how long it took, Wang Xuan gradually came to his senses.

In a haze, Wang Xuan saw a white expanse in front of him, and then, everything around him suddenly changed.

He seemed to be in a flower forest, surrounded by purple bouquets, very beautiful, but a little demonic, each plant, exuding this cold and strange aura, similar to yin.

Wang Xuan felt a little infiltrated, and didn't want to stay here longer, so he walked quickly towards the front until the end.

At the end of the flower grove was a bridge, and there were planks on it, and the edges of these planks were also covered with this purple demonic flower.

Wang Xuan took a deep breath and stepped onto the wooden bridge and walked slowly.

When I arrived at the center of the wooden bridge, I saw an old lady hunched over and with a wrinkled face smiling at Wang Xuan with a kind face.

"Let's have a bowl of soup, boy. The old lady said with a smile, scooped a bowl of golden soup from somewhere, and handed it to Wang Xuan.

"What kind of soup is this?" Wang Xuan asked suspiciously.

He could see that the old lady didn't seem to have any ill intentions, but he still wanted to ask.

"Forget the red dust soup. The old lady said.

"Forget the red dust soup?" Wang Xuan looked down at the soup in the old lady's hand, followed the reading, and couldn't help frowning: "Does it mean that you will forget everything after drinking this bowl of soup?"

The old lady still smiled kindly: "Dust to dust, dust to earth, the past has passed away with the wind, drink this bowl of soup, you can forget everything, avoid the suffering of the six reincarnations, return to the yang world as soon as possible, and reincarnate as a human being." ”

"Yangjian?" Wang Xuan suddenly became vigilant when he heard this: "What kind of place is this?

The old lady still smiled kindly: "Old body Meng Po, this place is the Nai He Bridge beyond the eighteenth layer of hell." ”

"Meng Po?" Wang Xuan was taken aback, and when he looked around again, he only felt a burst of creepy.

She is Meng Po, this is the Nai He Bridge, and the flowers around her are also the flowers on the other side, and everything in front of her seems to be very real, not like the so-called illusion.

Could it be that he is really dead?

"No, it's all fake, everything is false, I'm not dead!" Wang Xuan shouted sharply, his expression a little hideous.

He never believed he would die like this.

Meng Po seemed to have long been accustomed to this situation, and said with a smile: "Most people in the world do not want to forget the things before death after death, however, you are dead, why should you think about trivial matters after death, in the end, it is just to add pain to yourself." ”

After speaking, she waved her right hand, and the scene changed in front of her.

What appeared in front of Wang Xuan's eyes was a purgatory-like scene.

Or rather, this is meant to be purgatory.

Before his eyes, there were countless people, who were in pain and unwilling, and in the great realm, the wails were everywhere.

He saw a person, this person was an ordinary businessman before his death, accidentally married a beautiful wife, he was very fond of his wife, he could agree to any request, give her everything he had, but still could not get his wife's satisfaction, in order to satisfy her wife, he worked harder to do business, and the time to return home became less, as a result, her wife was not willing to be lonely, and had a private meeting with other men, and finally poisoned her to death, so that he was unwilling to die, and now, the pair of dog men and women are still living freely in the world, which makes him extremely unwilling。

He saw another person, this person was the daughter of a wealthy family before his death, fell in love with a scholar, because of the opposition of his family, he resolutely broke off the relationship with his family and eloped with him, and washed and cooked for the scholar's day, but after marrying the scholar, the scholar was like a different person, became degenerate, and was drunk all day long, not only disliked her and became old, but also scolded her many times, and then later, the scholar was lucky to win, I thought that her good days would come, but the scholar actually bought a young and beautiful maid as a concubine outside, and loved this maid a hundred times, she couldn't bear it anymore, so she confronted the scholar, and was beaten to death by the scholar with a stick, and now, that scholar has even become the county magistrate of the mortal county, how can she be willing.

Similar people are everywhere here, and everyone here is an unwilling person, and they are not willing to die like this in their lives.

"The world is so bitter, why be nostalgic, like they are so obsessed with the things in life, unwilling to forget the past and reincarnate as a human being, and finally can only hide here and indulge in pain and unwillingness every day, what is the point. Meng Po said slowly.

"Look there again. Meng Po casually pointed to one of the corners, where there happened to be two people, the woman who had poisoned her husband earlier, and the scholar who had killed his wife.

The woman also died, and not long after poisoning her husband, she was taken to the yamen to be beheaded in public, and she also fell into the reputation of a slut, and the person who reported her was the man who had a private meeting with her, and the man who had a private meeting put all the blame on her for fear of being punished, and fled.

And the scholar, after beating his wife to death, her mother's family still learned the news, so they sent someone to rush here, tied up the scholar, and beat him to death with a stick, and the maid he bought took all his money and fled to somewhere.

They were also extremely unwilling to die.

Wang Xuan couldn't help but wonder a little about why these two people were already dead, why they were close but didn't recognize them, and why the situation in the picture of the two people who were killed before was completely different from the two people who died later.

As if to see Wang Xuan's doubts, Meng Po smiled: "The two people who died later, the way of death is the same, as for the two who died first, everything that happened after their death is just a conjecture in their minds, only in this way will they have more unwillingness, will indulge in this unwillingness, and can't extricate themselves for a long time, as for why they don't recognize each other, it is also because they are deeply trapped in their own world, and they can no longer see everything in the outside world." ”

Not only them, but also those who came after them, as well as those who came before them, often indulged in this unwilling emotion. ”

"Did anything else happen to them before?" Wang Xuan wondered.

If you just look at them, you will naturally think that they are the victims, but during their lifetime, there were also people who died because of them. ”

"The merchant who was in business, in his shop, someone died under the goods he was selling, and the woman had killed one of his servants because of her arrogance, and if you go back further, it is endless, and so on. ”

"Everyone hates the wicked, and everyone is evil. ”