The gloomy Nine Ghost Gates suddenly emitted a circle of blue glow, and a strange feeling came to Xia Qing's heart.

Obviously there was no wind, but the temperature in the room suddenly dropped sharply, not in the cold outside, but in the indescribable cold, cold to the bones.

"Not good!"

"These Nine Ghost Gates are even more dangerous than the Gate of Ascension!"

Xia Qing felt that something was wrong, and wanted to take back the divine thoughts that had infiltrated the Nine Ghost Gates, but it was too late.

The gloomy light of the Nine Ghost Gates skyrocketed, and the wind suddenly rose in the room, and without waiting for Xia Qing to react, he was involved with all the sundries in the room.

Xia Qing exclaimed, feeling a troll of the heavens and the earth in a trance, the world became bigger and bigger, but itself became smaller and smaller, as small as a speck of dust, and then, the whole world was pitch black, there was no light, no sound, and there was no breath of life coldly.

"This is the legendary ghost mansion?"

Xia Qing's heart panicked, feeling that the whole world seemed to be the only one left, the boundless darkness came into his mind, helpless, panicked, lonely, and all kinds of distracting thoughts came to his heart.

The body kept spinning, Xia Qing wanted to control his body but had nowhere to focus, he kept spinning and turning, his head became heavier and heavier, as if he was going to keep spinning like this, lost in this dark and cold world.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was just a moment, maybe thousands of years later, Xia Qing woke up faintly and found that there was another place, and there were many more figures beside him, but everyone's faces were blurred, and the air was filled with a thick gray mist. Ahead, there is a long river, and there is a stone bridge on the river, and people are slowly walking towards the stone bridge in a line.

"What is this place?"

"Why am I here, and who am I?"

Xia Qing was even more in a trance, being pushed forward by the crowd, and couldn't think of anything.

The stone bridge approached, and the crowd walked up one by one.

There was an old woman at the head of the bridge, wearing a hat on her head, and a pot of soup in front of her that could not be seen clearly, and she kept her head down to hold the soup. Everyone who walked up had to drink a bowl of soup before crossing the bridge, but there was no shortage of soup in the pot, and it seemed that it would never finish it.

Xia Qing palpitated for a while, knowing in his heart that the situation was wrong, even dangerous, but his body was uncontrollable, and he couldn't even make a sound, so he continued to walk forward in a daze. Slowly, getting closer and closer to the stone bridge, I walked in front of the old woman.

"Drink. ”

"After drinking this bowl of Meng Po soup, this life will become a previous life, and everything has nothing to do with you. ”

The old woman was muttering while serving the soup, and was about to hand the bowl to Xia Qing, when she suddenly moved, "Hey, there is a yang soul, little guy, what's your name?"

"I ......"

Xia Qing opened his mouth, but he couldn't remember his name, and his head was empty and he couldn't seem to remember anything.

The old woman's voice was cold, "Then what else do you want?"

"I ......"

Xia Qing still couldn't remember, his heart was anxious, but he couldn't say it in a trance, and after a while, he struggled to spit out a few words, "Immortal Kingdom...... , Mother ......"

In a trance, Xia Qing couldn't think of anything, his body was not controlled, and he couldn't say it freely, only the words Xianguo and mother were deeply engraved in his mind. I have forgotten my name, but I remember that I want to explore the fairy kingdom and find my mother.

The old woman's eyes flashed with surprise, and her voice became colder, "Everyone is already dead, what else is there to worry about, drink this bowl of Meng Po soup, and go on the road." ”

Xia Qing took Meng Po soup, but he didn't drink it for a long time. Although it was difficult to speak, and I couldn't think of anything in my head, there was a voice in my heart that I must not drink, and it was the cry of the original god. In the treasure space, the four heart fires were almost extinguished, and the primordial spirit was also enveloped in a cloud of fog and trapped.

"Huh......"

The old woman was even more surprised, and finally raised her head and looked at Xia Qing from head to toe. Under the wide hat is a beautiful face, but unfortunately only half of it remains, and the other half is only bone. Half beauty, half skeleton, indescribably weird and eerie.

Xia Qing's teeth chattered, and she was frightened by the old woman's face, and her body became a little conscious.

"You shouldn't have come here because you're not going to be here. ”

"But since you're here, let's go in peace. You have come to the ghost mansion, don't be attached to the world anymore, your past life, your present life, all have nothing to do with you. ”

"Drink, drink it in one gulp. After drinking this bowl of Meng Po soup made by the old body, you can forget all your troubles. From then on, people are people, ghosts are ghosts, and start your ghost life. ”

The old woman's voice was ethereal, and she raised her hand to press the porcelain bowl, wanting to pour the decoction into Xia Qing's mouth. Xia Qing felt even more trance-like, confused and unaware of where she was, and subconsciously opened her mouth.

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in Xia Qing's mind, "Boy, don't drink!"

Xia Qing paused, closed his mouth, and his hoarse voice made him seem to be a little more awake. I looked up and looked around, but I didn't see anything unusual, and I don't know where the hoarse voice came from.

"Drink, open your mouth and drink, cross this bridge of death, and you will be free. The old woman's voice was ethereal, and she continued to trick Xia Qing into drinking Meng Po soup.

Xia Qing's eyes were a little dazed, and he was about to open his mouth, when a hoarse voice sounded again, "Don't drink, if you drink it, you'll be finished, and your soul will be completely gone!" Boy, don't look around, the old man is behind you." I'll pass on a trick to you, you do it yourself, gather the chaotic and scattered souls, and move quickly, so as not to be discovered by the old woman and the ghosts around you. ”

Xia Qing felt even colder, a gust of yin wind came from behind him, and at the same time, a mysterious magic trick appeared in his heart. Although the other party had deliberately emphasized it, Xia Qing still subconsciously turned his head slightly, and vaguely saw an old man coming behind him at some point. The old man was thin and small, shrouded in gray fog and unable to see his facial features, but he bent over and coughed from time to time. For some reason, Xia Qing felt that this coughing sound was quite familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"Boy, what are you waiting for? Urge the soul to return to the soul to condense the soul, quickly!" The hoarse voice sounded again, and the old man coughed even more.

Xia Qing was in a trance, and she still couldn't react, but the old woman seemed to notice something, and pressed the bowl hard to pry Xia Qing's mouth open.

In the distance, several blue-faced and fanged ghost pawns came out of the fog, and the murderous ones seemed to notice something unusual. The long line was in turmoil, and the people instinctively sensed the danger of the ghostly pawns.

Xia Qing subconsciously opened his mouth, and his tongue was about to touch the decoction. This decoction doesn't smell bad, and there is even a faint fragrance, which makes people can't help but drink it in one gulp.