For the sake of Xia Yun, Ning Huchen hanged himself and drank medicine, and pretended to seek death and life several times to deceive the family's sympathy, but in the end he did not succeed. I didn't know how many days I floated, until I wandered to Huangquan in a daze, looking at the long queue of people drinking Meng Po soup in front of him, Ning Huchen realized that this time he was really dead.

"Meng Po soup helps you reincarnate as soon as possible and you don't want to drink it, so it's better to go to women's soup. The queue was still long, and I heard from a distance that the female ghost in front of me refused to drink soup and offended Meng Po, and the three words of woman soup made the female ghost who resisted violently suddenly quiet, and when she was escorted away by the Yin soldiers, she let out a desperate and sad no.

Ning Huchen looked around for a while, but he didn't see any trace of the person. Before getting together with him, you must not drink Meng Po soup, so you will be gone...

Out of the underworld, I suddenly saw a brightly lit luxury mansion, the whole body was a dark red, which was particularly eye-catching under the thick night like ink, exuding the aura of fatal temptation.

When I got closer, I saw a huge red lamp hanging down from the beam, filled with misty soft light, and on the luxurious lintel, a sign with a red background had three gilt characters written on it - women's soup. It was so luxurious that there was no half of the person guarding the door.

There was a faint whisper of men and women laughing inside, the aroma of wine and meat and the sultry smell of fat powder, like an invisible hook hooking people.

Will he be there?

Ning Huchen entered quietly, and bumped into a bewitching woman with spring eyes full of exposed shoulders and jade arms. Sheng, singing, and dancing, the wine is fragrant. She caught a glimpse of a woman clinging to the man as she was skeletal and boneless, and the man's hand slid over her unbare legs and reached under her skirt...... Beautiful women drink with red lips and go on blind dates with their bodies, they are extremely good at teasing men's feelings, and they are ecstatic with a smile and a smile. The chatter and laughter of men and women are intertwined into a beautiful one.

"Excuse me, has a man named Xia Yun ever been here?"

Ning Huchen softly grabbed a waitress who was delivering wine and asked weakly. This sudden woman, excessively beautiful, made the atmosphere of the whole song and swallow language of the child warbler become silent for a moment. For 300 years, only men have patronized women's soups.

And the master here will definitely not release the fireworks woman who is not disciplined.

The owner of the woman's soup was in the unapproachable pavilion. Behind the beaded curtain, she watched this scene like a fire.

"How can a woman trespass on a woman's soup?" her slender willow eyebrows raised slightly, feeling a little strange about this.

This is the territory of the Demon Lord, with a special barrier where only humane men can enter without permission, and there is no entry or exit. The lonely souls and wild ghosts imprisoned here are all women's souls, and freedom is forbidden.

Ning Huchen saw that everyone's eyes were all focused on him, he was a little panicked and a little anxious, and he couldn't help but increase the strength in his hand and asked again: "Xia Yun, has he ever been here?"

"Bring her up. The waitress who had been scratched and hurt her arm was about to get angry, when she suddenly heard a word floating from above, and the voice was like the fragrance of charming flowers carried into the wind in the dark night, lazy and very tempting.

Ning Huchen was brought into the high pavilion, and through the bright red bead curtain, he only saw a beautiful body lying on the luxurious soft collapse. The woman wore a thin brocade robe, and the dark red cloth was embroidered with clusters of flowers in darker colors. The slit of the dress almost reached the hips, lining one of her legs more and more white and slender.

Even though she couldn't see her appearance clearly, with this voice and figure, Rao was a woman who couldn't help but indulge in her beauty.

"It's really a rare beauty among the six realms. She praised her heartfelt admiration and then asked lightly: "Are you waiting for a man?"

Ning Huchen didn't hide it, said frankly, and asked, "Who are you?"

She covered her lips and smiled softly: "I am the hostess here, Weeping Youji." Women's soup takes in women who were abandoned by men during their lifetime, and there are also souls that cannot be reincarnated after death because their grievances are too deep. Most of the ghosts here are young women. When their faces and bodies are like buds, they covet the joy of the moment, leaving only the mottled blood stains as red as red beans overnight, and the brilliant life withers in the hands of men, turning into a wisp of incense. Even if a man in the yang world did not meet a woman soup when he was alive, his soul would definitely come here after death. So every woman here is waiting for the man in their hearts. Encounter again, kill again and then quickly. Tell me, what are you waiting for him to do?"

"Rebirth. Ning Huchen said firmly: "What if I don't want to kill him?"

Ning Huchen only felt that two cold rays shot out of it enveloping him, and weeping Youji said casually: "Then you let him go, the price is, you will always stay here for my use, and exchange your body for the man's soul!"

Ning Huchen shook her head, how could she be willing to kill her Xia Yun, now she just wants to find him, the vast Yellow Spring, it seems that there is the greatest possibility of waiting for him here: "Then you here, you can always wait for the person you want in your heart?"

Before weeping Youji could answer, the maid ran in in a panic and knelt on the ground: "Princess, the Yuanjia Immortal Monarch of the Heavenly Dao is here, just outside the building." ”

A slender jade hand stretched out to open the bead curtain, and its five fingers were better than the flawless white jade. Then what caught Ning Huchen's eyes was the mole under the corner of Crying Youji's eyes, red as blood, like crying blood and tears. This face is extremely enchanting, and those peach-blossom-like eyes can hook off more than half of the three souls and seven spirits just by looking at the man. And at this moment, hearing the news, these eyes immediately puffed with a fierce light, revealing three points of viciousness.

"A few days ago, I heard that the Heavenly Dao Yuanjia Immortal Monarch had just been promoted to Immortal Venerable, and now he came to me for trouble, I want to see how much ability he has improved. Weeping Youji stood up and showed her bewitching posture, twisting her slender waist that could not be grasped, and she was about to make a woman's soup. She was followed by a waitress dressed in black, who was not very good-looking, but it was also quite eye-catching.

"Hey, you haven't told me yet......" Ning Huchen hurriedly followed out in order to wait for her answer.

There are large plum trees planted around the woman's soup, and the snow is fluttering, and the plum fragrance is long, which actually does not match the scene inside. Under the plum side, the man in the moonlight robe had his back to the woman's soup, and his long and straight figure stood in the cold.

Ning Huchen only felt that this back was very familiar, and he felt too unfamiliar with this person's cold and frosty bones.

Weeping Youji snorted coldly, opened the folding fan in her hand and covered half of her face: "Yuanjia Immortal Monarch, no, it's time to call Your Excellency Immortal Venerable." You came back from here two hundred years ago, and when you come back today, you want to ask for your own hardship?"

"Recently, Dusk Jian's skulls are overflowing, which shows how many lives have been killed here. Princess of the Underworld, if you return to your Hades from now on and stop meddling in the affairs of the Demon Dao, I will not entangle with you. Yuan Jia turned around, and his eyes fell on the woman in white behind Weeping Youji, and he hesitated slightly.

Ning Huchen bumped into his eyes, and his voice trembled with joy: "Xia Yun, it's you!"

She threw herself at him with a smile and hugged him firmly, but it was as if she was hugging a snowstorm.

"I am Yuanga, the one you spoke of has died with you. Yuanjia's voice was like the moonlight, cold and alienated.

Weeping Youji's eyes flashed with a shreary halo, and the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and she knew three points in her heart. Yuanjia Immortal Jun was promoted to Immortal Venerable, and most of the time it was a love calamity. It's just that this woman is too persistent, I don't know what other variables there are?

Ning Huchen had never seen Xia Yun so cold to her, although they were very close to each other, they felt that he was far away from him, and it was so unbelievable: "But didn't you say that I will not be disappointed in the next life?"

"After all, I only have a lifetime relationship with you. It's not good here, go drink Meng Po soup and forget about Xia Yun. ”