Chapter 35: Suspicion

"Granny...... Ah no, Meng Po, I think you may have misunderstood, I didn't come to reincarnate, I just happened to pass by here on some errands. ”

Meng Po looked at Zhang Shaochang in surprise, and after a long time, she asked with a smile

"You are Zhang Shaojiao, the heir from Xianzun Town!"

Zhang Shaomao didn't expect Meng Po to know him at all, but after thinking about it, it should be Ge Yueying's thoughtful arrangement, and she has already arranged all the difficult roads for herself, otherwise, this time, just Meng Po's pass, Zhang Shaomao may have to spend a lot of words thinking about it. Zhang Shaojiao hurriedly seized the opportunity and answered the other party.

"It's not a secret, it's down there! Today, I will give the head Ge Yueying the wisdom to complete the task this time! ”

The old lady heard him and glanced at him

"Okay, don't pretend, what kind of mission, you think I don't know why you're here! That's it, you can do it yourself! ”

The old lady said, and took the initiative to make way for Zhang Shaojiao. Zhang Shaoyuan saw Ge Yueying's behavior, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, but what he said was indeed true, he was indeed here to complete the task, but this task was a bit troublesome.

Seeing that Meng Po was unwilling to take care of herself, Zhang Shaochang couldn't find herself bored, she could only leave Shanshan, he always felt strange, he felt that there seemed to be another person in that pavilion.

It's your own delusion. Zhang Shaojiao left, glanced back at Meng Po and her pavilion, and then climbed the so-called Wangxiang Terrace. Zhang Shaojiao only then found that this lookout platform was just a flat-topped dirt bag from a distance, but when he got closer, he found that there was no cave here. The stairs to the Wangxiang Terrace are made of solid wood, although it is a little old, but the wood carvings on it can be called ingenious by themselves. Each step has a specific pattern, and the height of each step is unequal, but it doesn't feel awkward or clumsy to walk. Finally, after a total of eighty-one steps, Zhang Shaomao ascended to this legendary place that can be regarded as a punishment, Wangxiang Terrace.

Although he knew that he could go back, but I don't know why, Zhang Shaojiao just climbed the Wangxiang platform, there was an indescribable discomfort in his heart, he casually glanced at the north, the north, separated by many trees, houses, Zhang Shaojiao saw his home, his parents were busy with their own hands, that feeling became stronger and stronger in Zhang Shaojiao's heart, he was homesick.

Zhang Shaojiao raised his head and forcibly returned the tears that were about to well-up in his eyes, he finally understood why this Wangxiang Platform could also be called a kind of torture, in Zhang Shaojiao's eyes at this time, this was not only torture, it was simply the most cruel punishment in the world. Perhaps, nothing can surpass the torment of homesickness. At this time, he finally knew why the deceased who went to this Wangxiang platform drank Meng Po soup.

In front of the bridge, on the lookout platform. Life in the world, how hard and difficult, this bowl is a relief, and it has completely made a break with the previous life. Those who have loved, those things that can't be let go, and the entanglements in the rolling red dust will be frozen forever with the "Meng Po Soup" entering the throat. Walk up to the Nai Ho Bridge and step on the lookout platform. Those gloomy eyes that wanted to speak and stopped, filled with tears, turned into ethereal, and faintly dispersed. Is it reluctant? Or is it the decision to cut the sleeve with a knife? It doesn't matter anymore; Because — forgot, forgot everything.

Perhaps, this is the final relief.

Zhang Shaojiao finally couldn't help it, I don't know why, the pain of parting is getting stronger and stronger in his heart, he knows that he can go back, he hasn't parted yet, but he just doesn't know why, he is a little moved.

Zhang Shaojiao finally decided to walk down the Wangxiang Terrace from the other side, because he couldn't stand it. On the opposite side, Zhang Shaojiao looked in the direction when he came, at this time Meng Po's pavilion had been completely covered by the Wangxiang Terrace and disappeared, and the pain of parting also faded in Zhang Shaomao's heart.

There is no sun in the underworld, and there seem to be cave walls all around, and the only way to light the way is some blue bonfires and some wall lamps, of course, all open flames. This ban made Zhang Shaojiao a little distressed, he knew that he had been burned by this blue fire I don't know how many times, although he also knew that these fires could not hurt him, but he always felt hairy when he looked at it. He hurried forward, and the further he went, the deeper the cave became, and the more fire lit up beside it, but the more inward he went, the more ghosts could be seen.

Zhang Shaojiao is a bad guy, he is not afraid of this kind of thing that is dead, but after all, he is dead, and he is always a little disgusted in his heart. He could only bite the bullet and continue to move forward, and from time to time he could see more and more ghosts around him, and he could see some buildings and entertainment venues around him, among them, one of which was particularly like a mahjong parlor.

Zhang Shaojiao naturally didn't have time to care about those inconsequential things, at this time, he only thought about his own tasks, tasks, and he didn't want to stay in the underworld for a minute, because it was really awkward.

I don't know how far he has gone, Zhang Shaojiao is already very tired, although he has practiced martial arts, but the life of the boss inside has made him a lot of fortune. He slowed down, forcing himself to take in his surroundings. Only then did he realize that in fact, there was nothing in the underworld except for gloomy, and the buildings here were some ancient buildings that are difficult to see in modern times, which looked unique.

After a place similar to a village, followed by a desolation, the air around him exuded a damp smell, and the road under his feet was also wet and slippery, Zhang Shaojiao frowned, seeing that his leather shoes were covered with black sludge. But there is no way, he still has to go, it's just that at this time he is really aimless, and the other side of the flower can't be found, and there is no way out, Zhang Shaochang is quite helpless.

Walking and walking, Zhang Shaojiao saw two female ghosts in white clothes, Zhang Shaojiao looked a little familiar, and after thinking for a long time, he remembered that these two people were the daughters of the rich man who had just died a few days ago, Zhang Shaojiao didn't know how he died, and he was not interested in knowing, he was only responsible for bringing people to the Nai He Bridge.

Zhang Shaojiao pretended not to know them, and quickly bowed his head from them, but he didn't expect the two female ghosts to know him, and the other party stopped Zhang Shaojiao.

"You are that yin Zhang Shaojiao, thank you very much for sending us over and giving us a chance to be reincarnated."

"It's not more polite" Zhang Shaochang looked back at the two, but he never looked at their faces, he heard that the two of them were in a car accident, and their faces must have been very terrifying when they died, although he knew that this was not the case. The two of them seemed to see Zhang Shaojiao's strange appearance, and were about to ask what was wrong, but Zhang Shaojiao took the lead in speaking, "By the way, shouldn't you have drunk Meng Po soup, why do you still remember me." ”

Zhang Shaochang asked this question not because he wanted to avoid the topic, but because he really had this question in his heart.