The next moment, Isis ignored the ghost named Meng and strode straight through her three-dimensional body. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"I'm not saying it, I'm not a dead man."

Iss reiterated the fact that he was not a dead man, and at the same time, secretly hid the wine glass he had been holding in his hand into the five-dimensional space.

This kind of thing actually has the effect of making people forget memories, and it may be able to reverse the essence of what spiritual ghosts can think.

Due to Is's "forcible incursion", Meng, whose body was concussed for a while, couldn't believe what was happening now. How dare this ghost just go through like that?!

Wait, how can he wear it!

As soon as Meng turned around, there was still the figure of Isis behind him, and only a dense fog that was rapidly flipped and entangled, telling the fact that someone here had walked before.

Waving his hand over the wine banquet beside him, the cups of dishes dissipated in wisps, blending into the fog and indistinguishing each other, Meng stared at the direction where Isis disappeared with a solemn face, and only felt that things were too big.

Is there really a living person who broke into the underworld?

……

Isis left the troublesome Meng Po and immediately sped up to get off the Naihe Bridge, and before he could take a few steps, he suddenly stopped again.

"Captain, are we ......?"

"That's right, we're going in the wrong direction......"

The second dimension cautiously reminded him, and Iss quickly reacted. He shouldn't have gone on at all, it's only right to turn back!

Returning to the place where Black and White Impermanence was first introduced, it was possible for him to wait for the "other" in the mouth of the two ghosts.

But now that he was interrupted by that inexplicable Meng Po, he actually made more mistakes and went straight to the other side of the river, this kind of low-level mistake simply lost the face of the explorer of the third universe!

"So what now, are you going to walk back?"

Isis thought about it, but shook his head and rejected the second dimension's proposal: "Forget it, it stands to reason that those two black and white impermanence picked me up to the river and left, so the person who took over me should want to send me across the river."

Now that we have crossed the river, it would be better to find a new person directly here, and it would be better if we could meet the main owner directly. ”

"And what if you can't find it?" The second dimension doesn't want to stay in this hellish place forever, his family doesn't see much and can't see it.

"What if you can't find it? Then naturally someone will inform us that we are lost. Isis looked back at the Nai River Bridge, which was still looming in the fog.

At this point, the ghost named Meng already "believed" that he was not a ghost. After all, how can a mere imp pass through the body of a ghost?

A gust of wind blew, and the bridge was completely hidden in the fog. And this wind not only swept up a large area of thick fog, but also brought a burst of heart-rending cries.

Because of the yin qi, Iss didn't notice that there were so many ghosts gathered around him.

The ghosts were all facing a boulder, muttering silently, but Iss looked up and down at the stone, and found nothing hidden in it.

"Woooo......oo Mother, children are not filial, children are not filial! ……”

"Wife, I'll go first...... When the age is up, the end of life! Don't be so sad. Think more about yourself, you're not too young. There are still small chess at home, a little filial piety to you, I am very relieved to go......"

"Whoa-whoa-whoa...... Belle shouldn't be playful, Belle knows it's wrong......"

"Hey, if that's the case, the old man didn't live in vain. But Wang Pupin is an old thing...... Ay! ”

Iss watched this scene inexplicably, and didn't want to pay much attention to it, but he heard one of the ghosts say the familiar human name "Wang Pupin", so he carefully looked at the group of ghosts.

"Huh? How did he ...... He's dead? ”

The ghost recognized by Isis was none other than Bai Songling, Lord Bai, who had troubled him.

At this moment, the lord was dressed in prison clothes, and like the other newly deceased, he stood miserably in front of the boulder, full of mourning. An old face only has the unique blue and white color of ghosts, and it no longer has the momentum of the literati who roared in the Jinluan Hall back then.

As if sensing Is's gaze, the old man who was bowing his head and weeping suddenly looked back, just in eye contact with Is, looking at it squarely.

Is's trip came down with Wang Yuanfeng's body, and naturally he was still the same as he was at the beginning. And as one of the culprits who harmed the old man in the first place, Bai Songling naturally didn't fail to recognize the reason of Is.

Bai Songling rubbed his eyes that were stained with tears, and then fixed his eyes and looked: Hey, sure enough, I am not mistaken, this kid ...... This kid isn't Wang Yuanfeng!

Approaching Yisi and looking up and down for a while, Bai Songling asked in surprise and strangeness, "You are also dead?" How to die. ”

"Why don't you tell me first, what do you feel when you stand in front of that stone?"

A bad old man, still dead, if it weren't for the fact that this guy seemed to be able to see something he hadn't detected yet, Iss would have been impatient to talk to him here.

"Huh? Don't you see, there is your past and present life on this stone! Of course, the most embarrassing thing is this life and this life...... Ay! Speaking of this, Bai Songling sighed heavily.

But he waited left and right, and never waited for Isi to continue to ask him what had happened in this life and what he had died, and suddenly there was a depressed feeling that there was nowhere to vent his grievances, and he didn't care if he had a holiday with Is, and he told his subsequent experience in one go.

But he said that the **** didn't know which tendon was wrong, and he actually openly accused the saint of not being the one in the Jinluan Palace, so not long after he was imprisoned, he completely sobered up.

When Bai Songling realized that he had done something stupid, he regretted it a lot, although he liked to clear his name, he did not achieve the consciousness of doing it for a while.

In prison, Bai Songling sent pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and wrote one after another denunciations, the object of his guilt was himself, and he only hoped that the emperor could open the net, read it for the sake of his half-life courtesy, and spare him for a moment of confusion.

However, before the emperor could release him from prison, he was "killed".

What's even more ridiculous is that the essays he wrote earlier have become suicide notes one by one, one by one, to prove that he committed suicide!

"Hey, now that I look at these three living stones, I know that I was used by Wang Pupin's old bastard. Hehe, the old man is so stupid that he took his own life for the sake of a little reputation! Ay! Bai Songling raised his head and exhaled a sigh of resentment, for Wang Pupin, but also for himself.

Oh? The breath of the ghost's sigh is also the breath of the netherworld!

Is's channel is not synchronized with Bai Songling at all, and he still has the leisure to study the composition of other people's sighs at this time.