Chapter 145: Back to Hell (15)

Zheng Yueru recounted what happened that day, but the more I listened, the more shocked I became. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"That day, a few colleagues and I helped Meng Po distribute Meng Po soup at Nai He Bridge, everything was calm at the beginning, and the ghosts were all in an orderly manner. But forty minutes after we arrived, there was a violent upheaval on the bridge. ā€

"When the Nai He Bridge was turbulent, the Lechuan River under the bridge also suddenly rose and rolled, and the Lechuan River was swept up by several tornadoes, smashed on the Nai He Bridge, and smashed on the shore, and several ghosts who were ready to be reincarnated were swept away by the water column and disappeared." Zheng Yueru gestured as she spoke, simulating the situation that day, "Later, Nanxin Si Ming, Tian Zhi Guard, Shura Zhi Guard, Styx Zhi Guard, ** Ling and other adults have arrived. Under their combined spell, the raging Lechuan River finally calmed down. But just when we breathed a sigh of relief, the bridge changed again. There were more than a dozen whirlpools of about one foot on the bridge, and in an instant, the entire bridge was full of whirlpools, and the whirlpools were bottomless, because they came too suddenly, so many ghosts who had not drunk Meng Po soup fell in. Let a few adults cast a spell, and the black vortex will not disappear. It took about an hour for the black vortex to disappear. ā€

In fact, Lethe is one of the most mysterious beings in hell, and no one knows where it originated, why a sip of Lethe water will make you forget the memories of your past life, and no one knows what lies beneath Lethe.

But Lethe has always been calm, there has never been any storms, and the bridge does not know how many years it has been standing, and it is also a mysterious existence with Lethe.

Where did those vanished ghosts go?

"And do you know where the ghosts that were sucked by the whirlpool go?" Qian'er asked.

Zheng Yueru's expression was a little lost, "I don't know, even a few adults said they don't know." ā€

"How did they deal with this?" I care about this, because when something like this happens, it's inevitable that people won't be panicked.

"What else can I do? It's not that the news is blocked, but fortunately, there were not many ghost professionals present at that time, and those ghosts present were all going to drink Meng Po soup and be reincarnated. Several adults told us not to tell anyone else, not to spread the news. ā€

I joked, "So what did you tell us?" ā€

Zheng Yueru smiled lightly, "Because I know that your identity is not ordinary, Doctor Wen, when you were still in the human world before, you knew everything about the things in the ghost world, and now that you appear in hell, it means that you are not a simple person, and it means that you may have a higher identity than me in hell." ā€

Qian'er fiddled with the lantern on the tree with her hand, "You guessed it right." Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about it. ā€

Just as we talked, admiring every strange lantern.

A cold voice sounded behind us, "Yueru, Lord Qu Qiufeng has called you to a meeting!" ā€

As soon as Zheng Yueru heard this name, the expression on her face froze, and then she turned around unhappily, "Got it, Qiu Zenan." ā€

The man named Qiu Zenan was a thirty-year-old young man, with a flat head, thick and long eyebrows in a triangular shape, a square nose, a face like a knife edge, pointed ears and thin lips, and a very capable appearance.

"Alas, some are busy, Master Qu is our team leader, and he will arrange a lot of work every time there is a meeting." Zheng Yueru drooped her shoulders and looked very tired.

"Hurry up!" Qiu Zenan was about twenty meters away from us, obviously impatient.

"Alright, I'm here."

"Goodbye, I hope to meet you again!" Zheng Yueru waved goodbye to us.

We stood under the tree and sent her away with a smile on our faces. That Qiu Zenan waited for Zheng Yueru to walk in front of him and said a few words, Zheng Yueru covered her forehead and sighed to the sky, she should have felt that there were too many tasks.

Just as they were leaving, that Qiu Zenan glanced back at us.

His gaze was as cold as a knife, and like a falcon's observation of a rabbit in the firmament.

"Did you notice?" Qian'er whispered this beside me, her eyes lingering on the two who were far away.

"Well, noticed." I nodded, also watching my prey like a hunter, "He has a wound in his left leg. ā€œ

"Did you think he was the one that day?" Qian'er spoke her mind and asked for my opinion.

"I can't say for sure. But I think it's very similar, the way he looked at us just now was too much like the man he was that day. And I could feel the anger in him. ā€

It's a prey that smells of blood, and even if he's not the one he was that day, he's a dangerous person.

After the two of them walked away, Qian'er returned to the tree and looked at the lanterns on the tree, "What are these lanterns for?"

The lantern on this big tree is always shining slightly because of the darkness of hell, and it is very beautiful. There was a little red light in each lantern, and there seemed to be flames jumping in it.

"It's a prayer lamp." I touched a lantern in the shape of a small tiger, and the warmth of the red light reached the palm of my hand.

"Prayer lamp? Hell also has prayer lights? Qian'er asked puzzled.

I smiled and replied, "yes." The ghosts of Hell have all lived in the Yang Realm, and even if they die, they always have a nostalgia for the Yang Realm. Some ghosts are reluctant to be reincarnated, but they are concerned about their living family members, so they will light a lantern on this big tree, and the red light inside is their wish. If their living family members and people are still concerned about them encounter difficult difficulties, the red light in this lantern will fly to the human world and turn into a little good luck to help their families. ā€

"It turns out that there are such beautiful stories in hell." Qian'er looked at the lanterns of the tree, that little bit of red light was a blessing to the people who cared about her heart, Qian'er's pupils were reflected by the red light, "It would be great if people could understand these truths when they didn't die." ā€

Yes, people only know what they have when they lose it, and they know to cherish it.

After experiencing it, you will truly understand what you want and cherish the most, but there are some things, some things, you can never get back if you lose them.

Therefore, the best way is to cherish what you have now, work hard, and work hard to maintain what you have.

"I don't know what happened to the Heavenly Desire, but I think the problem of the underworld is the root of all problems. Solved, the problem of the underworld, those strange things that happened will disappear, and the underworld will return to normal. ā€