"This..."

Wen'er thought for a long time and tilted her head, "To be honest, this, it's not something I can control..."

"Grandpa Hades, you claim to be wrong."

Mu Lian reminded on the side.

Wen'er waved her hand, "It's okay, it's all your own people." That one... So, I'll send you to a place where there is someone you need to bring back, and when the time comes, I'll give you a ticket to the raffle, how about it? ”

"Who."

Hearing the return lottery ticket, Wan Buyu immediately became interested, how easy it is to bring someone back, didn't Bai Lu also bring it back.

This time, I went directly to death with a stick and brought it back.

"Grandpa Hades is talking about Grandpa Song?"

Mulian thought about it and had a conjecture in her heart.

"Emperor Song?"

Wan Buyu still heard of this person, "What's wrong with him?" ”

"It's not because..."

Mu Lian looked at Wan Buyu in a complicated way, and stopped talking again, but was interrupted by Wen'er.

"Lao Gao is kind-hearted, and when he sees his friend going to the world to suffer, he can't bear it, so he wants to go to the catastrophe together to help alleviate his friend's sins."

Wen'er blinked and smiled, "Sister Yu, Lao Gao will be handed over to you, he will definitely listen to you and come back obediently." ”

"So what are you waiting for!"

Wan Bufool puffed out his cigarette, "What about the mirror." ”

Wen'er looked left and right, "Eh, Mulian, there is a mirror here, no, if not, I will go back to the Jie Lun Palace." ”

"There is no dead city in vain, the nearest ones are the Emperor Hall of Xudu and Meng Pozhuang."

Mu Lian pointed in two directions, and Wen'er pulled Wan Buyu and walked towards Meng Pozhuang, "Then let's look for Feixue, if Emperor Xudu can not disturb, he will not bother." ”

Meng Po Zhuang.

"There is a Meng Po Village in Yinsi, and the stunning woman sells tea soup. The people who came to eat soup and water were not refreshing for thirty-five days..."

The familiar tone came, and Wan Buyu saw Meng Po Feixue who was checking the soup at the door of Zhuangzi.

"This is Meng Po soup?"

Wan Buyu looked at the ten cauldrons in Zhuangkou, which were boiling soup, and in each pot there was a little female ghost stirring the soup.

"Meng Po soup comes from all the tears of the deceased before his death, the five flavors are mixed, the people are different, and there is a spoonful of muddy soil at the bottom of the bowl, no one knows why."

Wen'er explained.

Wan Buyu looked at the ghosts who were waiting in a long line to drink soup, and looked forward, and a bridge head was faintly visible, divided into three layers, the upper layer was pure white, the middle layer was yellow, and the lower layer was pitch black.

The lowest bridge deck has no handrails, clinging to the surging river, and the water is full of grievances and sorrows, and occasionally a miserable white and swollen ghost blistered by the river will pounce on it, pulling the ghost passing by at the bottom.

Some ghosts struggled to escape and successfully crossed the bridge to be reincarnated, while some ghosts were unable to escape, and were torn down the river and could never get up again.

"And such a thing..."

Wan Buyu sighed, and suddenly heard a ghost crying in the middle of the queue.

Hearing the reputation, the ghost did not want to drink Meng Po soup, however, two pig iron vines grew from the ground, penetrating its instep and firmly holding it in place.

"Alas, there are such disobedient ones every time. What is there to struggle with? Is it bad to be a new person? You have to reincarnate with your memories, and you can win the lottery. ”

A beautiful female voice sounded behind everyone, and she couldn't remember whose voice it was, so she turned her head to look.

A tall woman, dressed in a green cheongsam with a high slit and a huge fluffy white shawl, came in style.

The long black hair swayed lightly in the wind, and only a small braid hung down in front of the left murderer, proudly declaring that he was not a cloak.

As she walked, the woman impatiently unbuttoned her neckline, came up to the ghost, and gently pinched its chin.

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