Two people died in a short period of time, and although the crew's role here has been completed, there is no smile on everyone's faces.

"Do you think our movie can live, it's been too bad lately."

"Who knows, Director Du has been looking particularly terrifying these days, and even Wen Yiren, who has never NG, has NG once."

"But isn't it, I want to say, this time it's really unlucky, I don't know if it will affect our box office."

Wen Yiren stood alone at the back of the crowd.

Since the death of the village chief, Zhou Lu has never appeared again, and she also went to the place where Zhou Lu died, and there was no one.

Did you go to hell yourself?

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly hit, raising the fallen leaves on the ground.

"It's windy, hurry up and bury the soil, the village chief hates the wind the most."

"Alas, fortunately, Deming came back and saw him for the last time, I guess, the village chief has been waiting to see Deming with that breath."

"Okay, don't talk about it, the saddest thing now is Deming."

Wen Yiren raised his eyebrows lightly, looking at the village chief standing in front of him with an almost transparent figure.

"Can I go?"

The village chief turned to look at Wen Yiren, a little surprised, "Miss Wen? ”

"Let's go, Huangquan Road is lonely, I'll take you there."

No one noticed the gentle people who left silently.

*

This is the most beautiful place in the underworld - the Lethe River.

On both sides of the bank are endless flowers on the other side, fiery red petals dancing in the wind, and on the clear river, a flat boat slowly moves forward.

Wen Yiren wore a fiery red dress, and her long jet-black hair was obediently draped on her back.

Her eyes were slightly cold, and she looked calmly ahead, and the bell around her neck swayed in the wind, making a crisp sound.

The village chief sat right behind her.

"Miss Wen, you turned out to be the legendary Lethe messenger."

The village chief was very surprised, and his eyes fell on Wen Yiren's beautiful back.

"Miss Wen, did you already know that I was going to die?"

"Hmm."

The village chief was slightly stunned, and then smiled bitterly, "Also, you are a ghost and god, and you must be very clear about life and death in the world, Miss Wen, Zhou Lu ...... her"

"At this moment, it is estimated that I am in the eighteenth layer of hell."

"Alas, I hurt her, Miss Wen, will I accept the punishment first?"

Wen Yiren finally turned to look at the village chief, "There are eighteen layers of hell in the underworld, each layer has a different level of punishment, Zhou Lu killed someone, and after staying in the eighteenth layer of hell for seven seven hundred and forty-nine days, there will be ghosts to take her to Nai He Bridge." ”

"Which floor will I go to?"

Wen Yiren's eyes flickered, and the oil lamp in his hand flickered, "Eighteen layers of heavy hell, led by the king of Hades, and eighteen subordinate judges are in charge, you framed Zhou Lu with false rumors, and you should go to the fifth layer of steamer hell." ”

The village chief trembled violently, "That's ......"

"With steaming as a punishment, the evil fruits you planted yourself during your lifetime will naturally be repaid after death, which is the so-called causal cycle."

However, if he realized his mistake before his death, his sentence may have been shortened.

Each level of hell has a special ghost messenger who is responsible for catching ghosts.

Wen Yiren took the village chief to the entrance of the fifth layer of hell with a light car, and the ghost who guarded the door was very respectful to her and took the initiative to come up to say hello.

"Your Excellency, it's been a long time since you've been here."

Yu Guang glanced at the village chief who was trembling beside him, and smiled gently, "I still prefer my Lechuan River, it is the most beautiful." ”

"Haha, my lord is the first beauty in our underworld, and only a beautiful place like Lethe is suitable for adults."

"I'll go first, he'll leave it to you, take care of it, and he's a poor man."