"Die."

These ghosts are not jealous. It is definitely impossible to be a mediocre person to be a ghost in the underworld. It is certainly not an exaggeration to calculate the number of people who have been reincarnated from ancient times to the present to the present with more than 10 billion. But the number of ghosts is less than 100,000. During their lifetimes, they were either generals or officials. Or a talented person. Otherwise, you can't be recruited into the ranks of ghosts. The person who can be recruited into the ghost cha has already been decided whether he will be a onicha after his death.

So when this group of people first heard that Xiang Yu had slaughtered thousands of ghosts with this sword, they were indeed frightened. After all, no matter how powerful he was in life. How not afraid of death. After being a ghost. Never die. And the underworld can be said to have it all. People who are no longer afraid of death will also become a fear of death. The longer you live. The more afraid of death.

But then this happened. The bosses are all on. Can they not go up?

Now that's the case. However, the ending is not as troublesome as imagined. This ghost called the head is a stick when I look up. I gritted my teeth and crossed the sword of the Son of Heaven to block. But this ghost difference is not an ordinary ghost difference. Just because he fought with Xiang Yu at the beginning, it shows that he has been a ghost for 2,000 years. And he was able to survive from Xiang Yu's hands at the beginning. Of course, it is not excluded to play dead or something. But he survived. You can also see that he is extraordinary. I felt a tremendous force coming from him as soon as he hit him. The Son of Heaven Sword was directly shocked and flew out.

These ghosts saw the back of the Son of Heaven's sword and fly out. The face was dumbfounded. Then there was a burst of ecstasy for everyone. Someone shouted, "This guy is a master with a sword. Don't be afraid, everyone. on."

For a moment, this group of ghosts rushed up. I guess four or five of them came around me with sticks and knocked them down on me. The stick hit me all over my body, and it hurt unspeakably. Stick after stick. I was beaten to the ground. Consciousness is blurring.

I don't know how long they fought. Finally, there was no stick to wield. At this time, someone grabbed me by the hair. Lifted my head up. I felt as if someone was pouring something into my mouth. Soup. Meng Po Soup.

. I opened my eyes with all my might. At this moment, a ghost was holding my hair and pouring it into my mouth. Of course. He threw up while pouring me.

"Paralysis. The little bunny is not honest yet." Saying this, the hell gave me an ear scraper in the face. Smack. There was a hot pain coming from the right side of my face. Then he continued to pour. I don't have the strength to do it. Can't move at all. But I just don't swallow it. Then he poured the soup into my mouth. Then I covered my hands to keep me from throwing up. Then he pounded me hard in the chest. I was pounded and coughed. Or drank a sip of Meng Po soup.

This ghost waited for me to drink the Meng Po soup before lighting a cigarette and saying to me, "Wouldn't it be better to drink it earlier? And let me waste so much. ."

My consciousness gradually blurred. It seems like a lot of things are starting to be forgotten. Qiu Xiang. Su Daji. LI Mingyao. Wu Zhicong. ...... Le Shi Gao Who are they. I can't even remember what it looked like. Why would I know them. They. They. Qiu Xiang. Su Daji. Qiu Xiang. Su Daji. Why such a familiar feeling. I think I should remember. But I can't remember it.

Can't forget. Can't forget.

"Autumn incense. Su Daji. Qiu Xiang. Sudaji." I had forgotten who Su Daji and Akika were. I could only recite the names of these two men over and over again. Let yourself not forget them. Although I forgot their looks. But. At least I remember their names. I remember loving two women. Qiu Xiang. Su Daji.

"Ahh I scrambled to my feet. Pump your ear scraper hard. My head was foggy at the time. Would love to sleep. I know if I had fallen asleep, I would have forgotten everything.

"Wu Jiu."

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from behind me. I turned my head to look. This woman is very beautiful. But it's unfamiliar. I don't remember when I saw her. She looked at me apologetically, "I'm sorry. I'm late. I'm Meng Po. You unintentionally drank Meng Po soup. Whether or not you can remember your memories is up to you." As she spoke, the woman took out a bowl of black mush. Hand it to me and say, "Drink it. What you forget, you can remember."

A few words popped into my head and I said, "The middle section of Huangquan Road. There is a problem. Tenrikyo. Soul Collection. Soul training."

Before I could finish speaking, I took the bowl of black goey and drank it. After drinking it, I felt a cool feeling all over my body. Then he closed his eyes. He fell into a deep sleep.

"Where is this?" I rubbed my temples. It hurts terribly. I looked left and right. It's a quaint house. And with a little fragrance.

I thought about it carefully. It seems that I came to the underworld to do Miao Wujiao. Then he drank Meng Po soup unintentionally at Nai He Bridge. And then. I touched my body. The wounds on my body are healed. And my Son of Heaven sword is also placed next to the bed.

"You're awake." Suddenly the door opened. A woman in a red dress walked in from outside the door. I looked at her and said, "You're Meng Po."

Meng Po smiled and said, "It's not like you haven't seen me. Why are you still asking like that?"

"Strange. Didn't I drink Meng Po soup? Why do you remember these things?" I rubbed my temples strangely. Meng Po said, "I invented Meng Po soup. It was invented to forget something painful. But I also developed an antidote. It's what you drank that day. Just keep thinking about the person who is most important to you before you lose consciousness. Consciousness is not lost in words. Then there is a chance of recovery. So far, you're recovering well."

There is a seat in the middle of the room. Meng Po sat down, picked up an apple, took a bite, looked at me and asked, "You seem to keep talking about Qiu Xiang and Su Daji before you fainted. Don't you just like that autumn fragrance? Why did you run out of Su Daji again?"

"It's none of your business." I frowned. Suddenly, he said to him, "There are people from the Tianli Sect in the middle of Huangquan Dao. It's that they've been capturing lonely souls and refining evil things."

"Rest assured. We've already sent someone to investigate after you fainted that day. But I didn't find any Tenrikyo people. I found a strange hole. But the hole was sealed by something. In the slow sealing. It's weird."