Han Xue's neck ached, and a smell of blood rushed over her. She fell to the ground as if she had slipped from a thousand feet in the air. Then suddenly something threw it into the air, and then it hit the ground heavily. She seemed to hear herself shouting, but she couldn't.

Her body passed through a white pipe, and it slipped down, through a long period of darkness, and suddenly saw a light at the end.

The sky is so blue, and the clouds are so white. She saw her macaw, still so sunny and handsome, smiling and stretching out her hands to herself. She wanted to throw herself into the arms of her beloved husband and tell about her years of lovesickness and grievances. But suddenly the husband disappeared.

She saw that the lobby of Penglai Pavilion was in a mess, and the houses, tables, chairs, and furniture were blown to pieces.

Ambulances, doctors were first aiding and transporting the wounded, including herself, who was already mutilated. She wondered a little, what was wrong with her?

She felt her body floating in the air, coming and going freely, with great lightness. Is this the ease after the task is completed?

She enjoyed wandering around Penglai Pavilion for a long time, from the first floor to the fourth floor, and then from the fourth floor to the first floor, looking at the corners and corners. Until I saw my colleagues disperse, and the red sun jumped out of the horizon.

At this point, she didn't realize that she was dead, but she couldn't remember what had happened before.

Her soul swayed back home, and she suddenly remembered that her son was still with the teacher.

She arrived at the school, and it was the time of the morning assembly, and she saw her son running out of the classroom happily. She stretched out her arms to Junjun and shouted, "Junjun, baby." But the son didn't seem to feel her presence at all.

The son's feet stepped on the pond on campus, leaving a series of footprints, "Stinky son, your shoes must be wet." Han Xue frowned, she stepped on the pond and tried to hold him, but suddenly found that she had no footprints.

She stood behind her son and grabbed him, angry at why Junjun ignored her. But suddenly found that under the sun, there was no shadow of his own behind his son's shadow.

Oh my God, what's going on? She felt something strange about it!

The clouds left a white reflection in the pond, and Han Xue's heart moved, and she hurriedly ran to see what happened to herself in the reflection. But no matter how she shines, she doesn't have a reflection of herself. What's wrong with me, what's going on?? She was in a hurry.

The bell rang and my son went to class. She drifted in the direction of home again, and she saw her parents hurrying home with their bags on their backs. When she returned to her office, she saw that the room was empty, and at the end of the hallway, Mimi was crying like a tearful person.

At this time, the time seemed to be rushing water, and before she could react to anything, the sun set over the mountain.

Suddenly, she felt a chill in the back of her head, and she turned her head. Oh my God, there are two scared people standing behind them.

One black and one white, looking at her expressionlessly. Could this be the legendary black-and-white impermanence?

Han Xue's soul was seduced by their invisible rope and followed them far away.

She followed them over the open space next to the police station, wondering when there was a land temple here.

This feeling is the same place as the yamen seen on TV, with antique decorations and a brown-red desk in the middle.

When an old man with a white beard saw them, he took out the household register on the table and made a registration. A pass was given to Black and White Impermanence.

Han Xue didn't know that the birth and death of a soul had to pass through the local Land Temple. The land temple in every place is only invisible to the naked eye of the people of the Yang world, but it does really exist.

Walking through Huangquan Road, crossing the Ghost Gate, and wandering through a meadow with lush flowers and plants, there are countless people in front of you who are as depressed as yourself, slowly pouring towards an ancient bridge in the depths of the sea of clouds.

There was no one to lead the way, as if everyone knew that they should go in that direction. Next to the bridge, the fiery red flowers on the other side are overlapped. Lethe River water Hao Hao soup soup.

Han Xue suddenly realized that this was not the legendary Nahe Bridge.

Oh my God, am I dead? She pinched her hand desperately, unconscious. She clutched at her hair so hard that there was nothing left empty.

I'm dead? Am I dead? Her eyes filled with tears, but they could no longer fall.

She suddenly understood why she communicated with her son during the day, and his son just ignored him.

"Junjun, my Junjun, what can you do? Without Mom and Dad, my little darling, what are you going to do! ”

Han Xue remembered what her son said to herself before leaving: "Mom, you must protect yourself, I don't want you to become a cat mother, I don't want a red-haired macaw, you must not leave me alone." ”

She also thought of the one she had promised her son to come back and buy him a kitten. But now my mother will never go back.

Thinking of this, Han Xue collapsed. She just caressed the railing at the head of the bridge and howled anxiously.

When he was crying in the dark, a voice sounded in his ears:

"Alright, alright, don't cry! People who come here are sad and late. Look how loud you are disturbing the people. ”

A man who looked like an official wearing a black coat with a schoolbag and a pencil case around his neck and a paperwork in his hand came to her.

"Come on, come on, get a sign first, register your name, address, personal information, and I'll open a green channel for you later, you go first." Granny Meng is afraid of noise, she will be unhappy if you cry so much. After saying that, he also stuffed her with a large white porcelain bowl, a large gray cloth bag, and a booklet with it.

Han Xue picked it up at a loss, and the booklet was marked with "Prefecture Process Manual" in large letters. There is a map on it, and an introduction to the workflow.

She filled out her information in the visitor registration book and took a green pass handed to her. Feeling that everything was so ethereal, she hesitated a little, so she asked timidly, "This big brother, how do you call you?" My name is your father-in-law? Or is it a master? ”

In her memory, the underworld is the appearance of the ghost town of Fengdu in ancient times. Is this staff member real or fake?

The man twisted his head when he heard this, and frowned: "You have watched too many dramas through the drama, and you are still father-in-law, master." I'm still the emperor. What age is it? After saying that, he muttered and turned around and left.

Han Xue looked at his back, and suddenly felt in his heart, how could he be so similar to the old Zhang who used to send EMS couriers to the police station.

However, in front of the bridge, there are seven passages of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple. Except for the green passages, each passage is densely packed with people. The old and young are still very lively, and they are still bragging while queuing. Some of them greeted each other across the street halfway: Yo, why is it you? Hey, you're here too!

Just as Han Xue was hesitating what to do, someone in the distance beckoned to her: "Hey, the one who is crying, come here, take the green channel here." She hesitated and walked over, thinking of her son in her heart, and at the same time she couldn't help but feel sad in her heart, and couldn't help crying again.

A woman in green clothes and a green face with high hair buns sat behind the case, looking at her curiously with her hands crossed.

"Why are you crying, everyone who comes here is being wept. When you follow the process of the underworld, your past life will be over. I don't remember anything. She opened a stack of files and said to Han Xue, "What about your documents." ”

"What, the underworld still needs documents? I didn't. ”

The woman rolled her eyes at her, checked the pile of trivialities out of her hand, and threw out a sign issued by the official.

Fill in your Yangshi's ID number and household registration information. Then he looked at the policeman Han Xue wrote in the career column. He pouted incredulously. Just as he was about to say something, there was a commotion behind him.

Han Xue raised her eyes and saw that behind the plain-faced woman in Tsing Yi, there were a bunch of people surrounding a brightly dressed young woman walking over.

Han Xue felt that this young woman seemed to have seen it in some of the paintings of the ancients. I saw her eyebrows vivid, dark temples, gold earrings, and colorful steps. Full body pink, pink hair band, pink cloud shirt, pink crystal shoes. The clothes are fluttering, and the curls are tingting.

When the people around saw her coming, they all shouted respectfully: Mother-in-law.

Han Xuedeng was blinded, Meng Po? Isn't it an old woman, but a beauty in a painting? At this time, she regretted that she didn't learn the ancient Chinese culture when she was alive.

Meng Po came to the front like the wind, and while fiddling with the Bulgari gold watch on her wrist, she said softly to the green-faced man: "Susu, this is the policeman who just came, who was crying and making a fuss?" ”

"Mother-in-law, exactly." Su Su replied.

Meng Po looked Han Xue up and down carefully, and said with a head of her jaw:

"Uh-huh, she looks like you. She is a martyr of the Yang world, so she doesn't care about anything. Give her 10,000 points from me! After saying that, it drifted away like the wind.