The living beings in the world, regardless of race, after death, if the soul is not scattered, the soul will be led into the ghost gate.

After entering the Ghost Gate, you will inevitably embark on the only road to the Netherworld - Yellow Springs.

The Huangquan Road is very long, and it takes a long, long walk to get used to the life before leaving life.

Along the way, there are only the flowers on the other side that are extremely gorgeous, and they only see the flowers blooming but not the green leaves.

At the end of the road is Lethe, and there is a stone bridge called Naihe on the river.

After crossing the bridge, you can see the high platform called Wangxiang Terrace, there is a small pavilion called Meng Po Pavilion on the side of Wangxiang Terrace, there is a woman named Meng Po waiting there and handing a bowl of Meng Po soup to each passer-by, drinking Meng Po soup and forgetting everything in life.

There is also a stone on the bank of the Lechuan River, called the Sansheng Stone, which records the past, present and future lives of each living being.

After crossing the Nai He Bridge, I took one last look at the world on the Wangxiang Terrace, drank a bowl of Meng Po soup, and then entered the underworld, and I had nothing to do with this life.

In the small pavilion on the banks of the sparkling Lethe River, a bull-headed horse stood on either side of a young man in white.

The young man's face was handsome, but his eyes were full of madness.

The bull head and the horse face looked at the boy helplessly:

"Meng Po, is there still soup?"

“...... Alas!"

Meng Po sighed a little unbearably:

"You kid, you're eighteen bowls, what else can't you forget?"

The groggy Mu Li just muttered in his mouth:

"She's still ...... She must have been waiting for me.

Ahhh......h

Mu Li hugged his head in pain and let out a long howl.

In the high-pitched long whistle, Mu Li's eyes gradually became clearer.

"Not good!"

The bull's face changed greatly.

"Moo"

With two roars, the two underworld guards made a decisive move to grab Mu Li's shoulders.

But he took a step slower, Mu Li didn't move his body but kept retreating, seemingly unhappy, but he couldn't touch him.

In retreating, Mu Li arched his hand and said:

"Ben Shao still has something to do, how can he be reincarnated here, the three seniors will have a period in the future, hahaha......"

Mu Li's soul was pulled by a strange force, and gradually turned into a streamer and returned along the way it came.

Mu Li's laughter overshadowed the sound of Devil May Cry and wail, and kept echoing in the gloomy Nai He Bridge.

The bull and the horse looked at each other.

"Lao Niu, what kind of obsession do you say, you can't even resolve eighteen bowls of Meng Po soup. ”

"That's it, seeing that he is not a wicked person, since he would rather be a lonely ghost than be reincarnated, then let him go. ”

"But what about Judge Cui's side. ”

"Ahem, I don't know anything, old woman, I just accidentally spilled half a jar of Meng Po soup. ”

"Mother-in-law has a good heart, so it's best to say goodbye. ”

The bull head thanked him and turned to leave.

"From the moment I stepped into the ghost gate to the time my wife came here, it took a full fifteen.

Fifteen years later, the child's body had already turned into a pile of white bones, and he was a lonely soul when he went back.

What kind of obsession I can't dissolve this Meng Po soup.

Alas, the poor child was really unrelieved until he died. ”

Meng Po said to herself while boiling Meng Po soup.

Mu Li's ears kept echoing in the flight, and a crying voice kept repeating the sentence:

"Only by living can there be a day of reunion. ”

On the way to the Ghost Gate, Mu Li seemed to be crazy, Shi Er clenched his fists and looked hideous, and Shi Er smiled as if he was reminiscing about something.

Whoosh! A streamer of light flew into the sky from the half-open ghost gate.

Above the sky, through layers of white clouds.

"Tweet ......"

Mu Li saw a giant bird in front of him spread its wings and flew up in the loud cry, and was about to dodge, but he saw a giant ape on the peak of the giant bird flying up to smash the mountain, jumped up, grabbed the giant bird that had just flown up, and tore the giant bird in half in mid-air. The rain of blood sprinkled the entire shattered mountain.

As he flew above the Endless Beiming Sea, Mu Li saw a black whirlpool appear beside a giant fish, and the endless aura was swallowed up by the whirlpool.

Then the giant fish jumped high out of the water and spread its wings, flapping its wings and flying higher than Mu Li.

The sky was obscured, and suddenly the whole sky darkened.

Kunpeng, Mu Li's mind inexplicably sounded the voices of several children, and Mu Li unconsciously followed the children's voices and read:

"There is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun. The kun is so big that it can't be stewed in one pot.

Turned into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng is so big that it needs two barbecue grills.

A secret system, a spicy one, and a jar of drunken shochu, let us brave Kyushu together. ”

This seems to be the song that I arranged with my brother naughty and teasing Mr. when I was a child.

When Mu Li finished reading this evil poem in a low voice, a thunderous voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Terran boy, dare to blaspheme my Kunpeng clan. ”

Mu Li saw the Kunpeng that had just flown overhead, hovering in the air and flying towards him.

Kunpeng fanned his wings, a black and white whirlpool, and crushed Mu Li with a whistling sound.

In an instant, a powerful devouring force tore at Mu Li's soul.

Mu Li hurriedly communicated with the strange power on his body, and finally left the sea area that was set off by the stormy waves before the black and white vortex swallowed Mu Li.

Wiping a handful of cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, Mu Li patted his chest and looked back to see Kunpeng's angry appearance, Mu Li laughed loudly Under that strange traction, he quickly opened up the distance from Kunpeng and flew into the distance.

Unintentionally, he tricked an incomparably powerful spirit beast, and Mu Li's boredom seemed to be vented a little.

But the scene of Kunpeng going to sea just now was firmly imprinted in Mu Li's mind, and as long as he closed his eyes and imagined, he could clearly reproduce the shocking scene of Kunpeng from the sea to the nine heavens. Whenever I think of this, Mu Li always feels open-minded.

I don't know how long I flew, and finally in the endless mountains, Mu Li's soul landed on a high mountainside with a leisurely aura.

On the mountainside, there is a hundred acres of flat land, and from a distance, it seems that someone has cut off a piece of the mountainside with a knife, which is like a ghostly workmanship.

On the side of the mountainside, the thunderous waterfall cascades straight down, and the splashing water vapor shows the beauty of Zhong Lingyu here.

On the flat land on the mountainside, there is only one wooden house and a few acres of spiritual fields.

Although the wooden house is simple, the charm under a closer look reveals the extraordinary owner of the wooden house.

In a few acres of spiritual fields, two old men are weeding in the field inch by inch with hoes, and they are no different from ordinary croppers.

Mu Li's soul flew straight into the cave above the mountain wall with that strange power.

In the secluded cave, there is only a stone platform, a few oil lamps, and a doll sleeping on the stone platform.

That strange power came from the strong heart in the child's body.

When he entered the cave, he found that he felt every beat of his heart.

In the dark, this heart seems to have locked the luck of a heavenly path for Mu Li.

When Mu Li saw this little doll that was only two feet old, his heart was filled with a familiar and unfamiliar feeling.

This child is the self of fifteen years ago, his own body to be exact.

Fifteen years have passed, and the soul has grown into a young man, but the body is still three years old.

Meng Po Tang made Mu Li forget everything, and the only thing he remembered was the obsession in his heart.

The strange power dragged Mu Li's soul into a streamer and shot into the little doll's forehead, when Li Chen's soul regained control of his body's sea of knowledge, the little doll opened its pure and agile eyes after the formation on the stone platform was shattered.

sat up, pinched his little face, looked down at his white and tender little hands, and said to himself with a bitter little face:

"Bai has lived fifteen years, alas, and will live again, when will I be able to go to her. ”