Chapter 245: Re-entry to the Yellow Spring

Running to the edge of the cliff, I stopped.

When he turned around, he saw two ghosts, one black and one white, floating over.

"You are...... Black and white impermanence? ”

The two ghosts, black and white, came to me and did not answer my words, but said in a cold voice.

"Su Xiaoyuan, come back to the underworld with us!"

"I ...... Why do I want to go back to the underworld with you? I'm not dead yet, you just want to hook my soul, believe it or not, I'll go to Lin Mochen to sue you! ”

I emboldened myself and scared the pair of black and white impermanence.

Black and white impermanence glanced at each other, still without the intention of giving up.

"The Ghost Mother has an order, and we are only acting on orders. If you have anything to say, go and talk to the Ghost Mother! ”

Saying that, black and white impermanence lifted the dust and hooked it on my body, I only felt that my eyes were dark, and my consciousness fell into a coma.

When I woke up again, I found that my hands and feet were all shackled.

The bull head and the horse pulled me through the Yellow Spring.

There is a living realm in life, and there is a dead country in death. He has the land of death, the land of reincarnation, saying: The underworld, also known as the underworld.

This is the meaning of the underworld, the underworld, hell, and the yellow spring are only a part of the underworld, using the analogy of the world of the living, the living are the yang world, the dead are the underworld, the living have a government, the ghosts have an underworld, the living have a prison, the ghosts have a hell, the entrance to the living world, and the yellow spring of the underworld.

The underworld is vast and vast, and there are underworlds to maintain order in the underworld, and there are also many peerless ghosts who rely on their mana to divide one side, so there are ghost masters who replace the ghosts of Tianzhen.

There are three worlds of heaven and earth, there is heaven above, there is court, and there is earthly mansion below, controlling the three worlds. The underworld is the governing body of the underworld, with seventy-five divisions and many yin gods.

The affairs of the underworld are all determined by the underworld, all living beings, life and death, death and soul, six reincarnations, and the underworld is decided. It is the duty of the underworld to hook the soul of the dead, to judge the merits of the ghosts, to judge the afterlife of the ghosts, to punish the evil of the ghosts, and to destroy the rebellion of the ghosts.

Yellow Spring, the beginning of the living world, the entrance to the country of death, the Lechuan River, the bridge of Naihe, next to the Sansheng Stone, the flowers bloom on the other side. All ghosts, through the ghost gate, through the Yellow Spring, into the underworld, the soul through the trial, reincarnation, through the Yellow Spring, drink Meng Po soup, step on the Nai He Bridge, cross the Lechuan River, reincarnate as a human. Huangquan is a door, a bridge, the entrance is the soul, and the bridge is a person.

In fact, Huangquan is a peculiar place, it is not only the entrance of the underworld, but also the exit of the underworld, Huangquan has two parts, one is the ghost gate, the ghost steps through the ghost gate, walks through the Huangquan Road, and then reaches the underworld, the other is the Nai He Bridge, there is the Yin God Meng Po at the bridge, Meng Po soup has the effect of forgetting the past, the ghost who wants to be reincarnated has drunk the Meng Po soup, and walks through the Nai He Bridge, you can be reincarnated.

"I ...... Am I dead? ”

I lowered my head and looked at my transparent body, unsure of what was going on.

The bull head in front of him saw that I had stopped, and pulled the chain impatiently.

"Hey, dead girl, let's go!"

"Wait, wait, I said Brother Bullhead, where are you going to take me?"

"What are you in a hurry, don't you know if you go?"

I didn't dare to ask more, so I had to continue to follow the bull and horse face.

The yellow spring water on both sides is constantly tumbling, and the mist is shrouded, and there are still dry hands stretched out.

The sound of ghosts crying and wailing in my ears was already in my throat when I walked on such a road.

When I looked up, there was a huge stone arch in front of me, with three big characters written on it: "Ghost Gate!" ”