Life is endless, and the struggle is endless. It's almost a true portrayal of what I am now, but I need to remove the word life, because I don't know what state I belong to now, but in the human world, I should indeed be considered dead.

The strength is gradually increasing, and the body is getting harder and harder. I tried my best to empty the contents of my body, because the hardness of my body had begun to make it difficult for me to continue to disembowel, and I really didn't want to leave one or some foreign objects in it after I was completely "hard".

Luckily, there is always something in return, for example, now, although I am full of all kinds of strange creatures, my "inside" is very "clean", although it is not a normal organization, but there are no abnormal monsters in front of me.

Time continues to advance, and there are fewer and fewer monsters around me, after all, they can't gnaw at me anymore, since there is no oil and water, then there is no point in continuing to attack me, and it can only take a small life of oneself.

Reaching out and grabbing a monster that was about to flee from me, I mechanically threw it at the cover in the distance.

There was no expected explosion, but the sound of mud falling to the ground.

The cover was gone, and I followed the sound when I looked over.

Bang, with a little force under my feet, I have already escaped from the muddy Nai River, and the dirty river water on my body is falling towards the Nai River under my feet, and it seems that there is still some unwillingness.

I don't have a poetic time, I can move, I can leave this Nai River, is the most urgent thought in my heart. As for what happens next, let's talk about it.

Bang, the body fell on the Nai He Bridge, and there were still stupid ghosts around him, and there was no change in a hundred years.

"Not bad. "There was a voice behind him, old and hoarse, like the sand of the desert that had been swept up by the wind.

Meng Po. I recognize this voice, and for so many years, only this one voice has sounded in my head like an alarm clock.

Turn around and let yourself face Meng Po.

The old lady in front of me was still yellow and thin, and there was no sparkle in her eyes, and even when she had just finished praising me, there seemed to be no emotion in her eyes.

I had countless questions in my mind, but when I suddenly faced this old man, I seemed to forget all of them.

"It's ok. So, the last words that popped out of my mouth were definitely two words that the ghost sent to God.

I don't even know what I am, but I'm okay. I felt like I couldn't laugh or cry, and I felt even more like I wanted to suck my mouth.

"Hehe, that's good. An unfamiliar voice sounded again, looking at the location, it should still be Meng Po, but this voice ...... It's definitely a woman's voice, and it's definitely a pretty woman's voice.

I stared at Meng Po's eyes, but fortunately I really saw a flash of light in Meng Po's eyes.

"Come in. "The voice of a beautiful woman. When I looked up, I saw Meng Po waving at me and motioning for me to come over.

There was nothing in front of me, I was going to go in, where was I going? I glared into Meng Po's eyes.

Hehe, with a chuckle, Meng Po turned around, took a step, and disappeared in front of him.

It's mine...... As a normal person, I have no way of understanding what is happening in front of me.

So, in my constant groping, I also disappeared.

The light flashed in front of my eyes, and the bright colors instantly crashed into my eyes, stinging, the only thing I could feel now.

"What is this place?" I muttered softly as I adjusted to the light.

"My home. The woman in the distance was lazily leaning against the edge of the wooden door, a snow-white dress covered by a dark gray light veil, but there was no trace of abruptness. The woman's face was clean, like a light veil on her body, with a very quiet smile on her face, and her eyes were looking at me with a slight squint, and it could be seen from the curvature of her eyes that the woman was happy now.

"Who are you?" The woman in front of me was not pretty, but she was far more beautiful than a thousand times more beautiful, and when I asked this sentence, I could feel the peace in her words.

"Meng Po. The woman spoke very calmly, but in my heart, it was like an island country that had experienced the atomic bomb, "magnificent".

"Come in. The woman waved, then turned and walked into the room behind her.

It was only then that I had time to look at everything around me, and in the distance was a sea of flowers that could not be seen at a glance, and I recognized it as a mandala, which was the only thing I could know in front of me, because when I was "alive", I had read a lot of articles about the underworld, and the mandala was a plant that Meng Po liked. Behind him are a few simple thatched houses, dark yellow color, which looks more and more peaceful in the sea of flowers in the mountains. A simple fenced courtyard with simple farm tools, many of which I know. The ploughing rake leaned quietly on the thatched hut, like a lazy man sleeping in the sun, and next to it was a kettle with half a pot of water, and the kettle had a long spout, which seemed to be used for watering flowers. There were a lot of green plants in the small courtyard, all of which I had seen before, and the only ones I could recognize were a few daisies and a large string of green vines. The green vine is wrapped around a simple swing, and the emerald green color makes the swing more and more naughty.

Walk into the room with your feet up, through the simple wooden door, the room is just as simple, all wooden furniture, some simple daily necessities, Meng Po is in the room on the left.

When she saw the woman, she was fiddling with a small stove, and the kettle on the stove was making the sound of boiling water, and through the edge of the kettle, you could see the charcoal fire in the stove, and the charcoal fire was slowly shaking, slowly warming the kettle.

"Sit. The woman gestured to the wooden chair next to the stove.

I sat down, and the woman in front of me had already put down the stick in her hand and let the fire continue to shake slowly. When I raised my head, I could see a little bead of sweat on the woman's forehead, until now I still have no way to transform the woman in front of me into Meng Po, not even consciousness and voice, I can feel my extremely resolute resistance.

"Are you Meng Po?" I asked, I knew that I already knew that she was Meng Po, but I still wanted to ask, just like a person who has experienced life and death, although he is alive, he still wants to make sure that he is not dead.

"What?" Meng Po looked at me with a smile as the corners of her mouth curled.

"Nothing, this feeling...... ......"I tried to organize the language, but I never got it clear.

"Believe it, still don't believe it?"

"Well, yes. I nodded.