The underworld, the space of the afterlife, the bridge of the afterlife, the road to the afterlife.

Roads, all of which are found in the Three Realms, are either spacious and bright heavenly roads, or bittersweet human roads, or strange and unpredictable ghost roads.

These paths are tangible and qualitative, and any god, man, or ghost who has experienced them can prove it in words:

An undeniable existence!

But what is the way to life?

All souls that pass through this path will be scattered and reorganized after passing through the Gate of Death, and when they are reborn, they will not remember any process after the soul is broken, so no "person" knows.

No "person" knows, it is the real unknown, the unknown can produce countless results, and the results are unpredictable, which will bring different degrees of fear.

However, under the bridge, even if Mandala Hua has seen 500 years of soul coming and going, facing the unknown, he is also apprehensive, he once again grabbed Manzhu Sahua's hand and said:

"Manzhu, after that death, you and I will be separated."

"Well, 24 days apart."

"Yes, one day in the underworld, one year in the world."

"It's short, it's long, isn't it?"

Manzhu Sahua turned around to face Mandala Hua and stared: those starry eyes, the stars are still bright, like the sky full of stars in the world!

In this life, I can watch and enjoy it to my heart's content, but in the next life, I don't know if the scenery is eternal and unchanging?

She was reluctant to give up:

"In the world, will there be a time when we meet?"

Mandala Hua said softly:

"Yes, I heard that we will be childhood sweethearts, and at the age of 24, we will sit together and return to the underworld."

"Well, that's good, that's good."

Manzhu Sahua was a little relieved, and swept her eyes, but saw that the flowers on the other side were full of people:

The two envoys on the other side of the flower reincarnate in the world at the same time, which is a major event in the underworld, and most of the Yan Jun and Shaojun of each hall come to watch the ceremony and see them off.

Yan Jun, the head of the five halls of the underworld, was holding a box made of unknown things, and in the box was the seal unloaded by the two messengers of the flowers and leaves on the other side - a ghostly workmanship, just because the two worlds of heaven and the underworld did not issue an order to revoke the seal and change the owner, so, even if it is through the box, the seal recognizes the master, and it is a photovoltaic continuous cycle and mourning.

Yan Jun of the first hall was not present, but the judge unique to the first hall stood there with a serious face, the reincarnation pen and the book of life and death in his hand had already been sketched, hidden in his sleeve, and everyone was happy and worried!

The Third Hall Yan Jun stood there expressionlessly, just twitching one cheek slightly, which seemed to represent his mood at this time:

"Go early and come back early."

He smiled and congratulated. Mandala Hua nodded, but did not say anything: many things will be known in 24 days, but it is not appropriate to turn his face at this time.

But Yu San'er didn't see him at this time, which surprised Mandala Hua: where must he be going to play, or where was he sent by his father on business?

The expression of the Ten Palaces Yan Jun was complicated, something happened in the space of the afterlife, which was a headache for him, and the two envoys of the flowers and leaves had completed the tribulation in the human world earlier, which was a good thing for both public and private.

Xue Jun looked at the two of them sincerely:

"After 24 days, I'll give you the wind!"

Xue Qin's expression was indifferent, but at a glance in her eyes, a shining light flashed, she quietly turned her back, and Mandala Hua hesitated, but it was inconvenient to pay attention to it.

Jiang Yu, who only listened, recited aloud:

"The auspicious time has arrived, and we are on the road—!!"

Meng Po, who was already waiting on the side, handed over two bowls of jade soup and poutedly wished:

"Don't remember the past life, enjoy the next life, don't look back, don't look back"

Mandala Hua and Manzhu Sahua looked at each other and smiled, drank happily together, and walked hand in hand on the Nai He Bridge, the foot-wide path under the bridge, both sides were full of black flowers on the other side, the flowers stood solemnly, without the enthusiasm of the past, but added a solemnity and solemnity, which was the respect for life, regardless of passing away and being reborn.

At the end of the road, it is like a mist, full of unknown and hope!

Mandala Hua stretched out his hand and pushed, and Manzhu Sahua took one last look at each other, walked in hand in hand, and disappeared in an instant...

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The two of them stepped forward with one foot, and immediately stepped into the air, but their hands involuntarily grasped tighter.

It's like a dull, dark place, a bit like the environment of the hell incinerator in the underworld, you can float and wander, but you can't find a down-to-earth texture, and it's like drifting in the boundless sky, but there is no spaciousness, heartiness, and infinite eyes in the sky.

Unable to see, but with an extraordinary feeling: the suspended space seems to be full of passages, thousands of passages, but there is a dark proton power of its own, the power is tenacious and heavy, and it does not show people with sharpness, agitating turbulence and surging.

It is also extremely deliberate, passing by and touching, carefully choosing, but not receiving arbitrarily, only in the body of the moving object, hanging down the slippery liquid for easy passage.

Suddenly, an unimaginable absorption capacity suddenly struck, instantly wrapped the sliding limbs, a passage suddenly opened the suction mouth, instantly swallowed the mandala Hua, the proton energy in the channel instigated, constantly adsorb, squeeze, squeeze the residual silk vitality, but did not give any supplement, so gradually suffocated, the soul dispersed, the original clenched hands, also slowly separated...

The channel proton continued to move and ponder, it was like the wriggling mouth of a giant baby, sucking, spitting, and spitting out the juice that seemed to cast infinite dissolving power, layer by layer fading the once limb wrapping, crushing, crushing, forming a piece of foam, and still did not stop; Take a breather, but refill the ruins with a milky white liquid glue, the liquid glue is warm and slippery, but it is full of vitality, so the former fault is in the fusion of glue, it is slowly repaired, reorganized, reshaped, and molded.

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"Wow———!!!"

There was a cry, and the high-walled compound was suddenly full of joy

"Raw! Raw! It's a boy! ”

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The moon in the world is like a wheel, and the shadow of the lantern is slightly swaying.

The gray brick and ink tile high-rise mansion compound is solemn and silent under the heavy night. The moonlight is not dim, on the contrary, it is a cold gesture, and there is no trace of cloud obscuration, reflecting directly on the gray wall, giving people an eerie feeling:

Why hasn't such an hour come yet?

The locust tree in front of the door is stout and tall, with lush branches and leaves, and it moves in the wind. Qingju fell silently from the branches, and after being surprised, he did not wait any longer, and followed the open doorway into the house.

The rooms in the house are brightly lit, but there is not a trace of human voice, only in the open door, with the breeze, there is a faint smell unique to the world.

The heavy curtain of the door failed to block Qingju's figure, so he rushed into the room, but was surprised:

"How can this be?!"