"Who is this next to you?" asked Ma Mian.

"My grandson, in the future, will inherit what I have learned all my life, and bring him down to see and learn. The old man motioned for me to say hello to them.

I smiled approvingly and said, "Good two, give me more advice in the future." ”

The bull-headed horse nodded with satisfaction, "Hello." ”

"It seems that there have been really big changes here, and I've heard a little rumor here in the yang world, so I can't think of it... Alas," the old man lamented, "then if you go to the king of Yama, can you find it the old way?"

"It should be okay, you go and try it. The bull head said.

"Uh-huh, I'll try. The old man took out two bundles of dark money from his bosom and gave them to Niu Tou Ma Mian, "Take care of us more in the future." I heard that it has been popular to drink a kind of ghost tea called milkshake in the underworld recently, so you can take it and drink tea. ”

"Master Yuwen's shot is generous. The bull head weighed the bundle of bills in his hand and said, "Thank you first." It's still the same old rules, right?"

The old man smiled and nodded, and then the bull head wrote something on the registration book, then tore off two slips and said, "This is a pass, go inside and take it out when you encounter an interrogation, the city has recently been under martial law." ”

The old man and I continued to drift forward, at first we encountered scattered ghosts wandering around, and there were not many small earthen tile houses, but as we encountered more and more ghosts, the houses gradually increased.

We came to the center of the city, a drunken drunkard had just floated out of the inn, and when he saw the old man, he hurriedly floated over to greet him, "Master Yuwen... Long time no see... The drunkard spoke with a burp and a smell of wine.

The old man politely exchanged a few polite words with him, then took out a bundle of dark coins and gave it to the drunkard, and said, "This is my grandson, you take him to Meng Po, and let him wait there for my return, and I will go to the king of Yama." Take him to Meng Po safely, saying that Yuwen Chengqian wants her to help treat my grandson's soul damage, you had better not think about any crooked thoughts on the road, otherwise I will let your soul fly away when the time comes!"

The drunkard took the bundle of dark coins and replied with a smile, "Master Yuwen's business, even if I go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire, I will complete it!"

"I hope so!" said the old man, and floated away alone.

And I followed this drunkard all the way through the streets, and if I wasn't familiar with them, I was afraid that I would really get lost.

I asked the drunkard, "What is your relationship with that old man?"

"Haha, I met a long time ago, when I was a lonely ghost in the yang world, I helped Master Yuwen by chance," the drunkard hiccups drunkenly and talked, "Later, in order to repay me, Master Yuwen personally went to the underworld, directly found the king of Yama, and asked him to give me a place, which is equivalent to the legal residence permit you said in the yang world. That's why I can come down to the underworld, and the lonely ghosts and ghosts in the yang world have a hard time, and they are simply tormenting. ”

The drunkard drank his brain and explained to me the structure of the underworld, and also introduced them one by one.

"The underworld is divided into Netherworld Street, First Class Street, Second Class Street, and Third Class Street. ”

"Netherworld Street is where the high-ranking officials and magnates of the underworld live. ”

"First Class Street is where the rich and the rich live. ”

"The second-class street is the concentration of all the administrative buildings, entertainment venues, entertainment facilities, various service industries and catering industries in the prefecture, the most famous of which is the 'underground underworld'. The concentration of beautiful female ghosts, which is what you call a brothel in the sun. The drunkard looked greedy as he finished speaking.

"There are brothels in the underworld???" I exclaimed.

"The seven emotions and six desires that you have in the yang world are also some after we become ghosts. Because we were human beings too. The drunkard said.

"The third-class street is where poor people like us who have a residence permit but don't have money live. The drunkard patted his bare head and smiled.

"Usually Qingming worships ancestors, doesn't every family burn a lot of things down?" I asked.

"Most of the things that were burned were detained in the hands of those officials, and very little of what we could really get. Unless you have some background to take the full amount, otherwise... You know," said the drunkard, shaking his head.

The drunkard stopped, looked into the distance and said, "Those of us who have been ancestors for a long time don't know if future generations will be able to find our cemetery to worship me." There are also many ignorant descendants who think that their ancestors will bless their descendants, but worship the wrong ancestors' graves. These things happen every day, so the backlog of monetary items after their worship is directly handled as ownerless, that is, it goes into the pockets of some ghosts..."

"I've been floating with you for so long, I don't know what to call you?" I thought the drunkard was pretty good, so I asked for his name.

"My name is Sun Yujie. The drunkard replied with a smile.

"It's the lookout platform, and you can see your hometown when you stand there. The drunkard pointed to the pavilion in the distance, "Old ghosts like us don't usually go there, only those new ghosts often go there, because after a long time, their children and grandchildren don't know if they remember whether our number ever existed in the yang world, even if they go to Wangxiangtai to see their hometown, what can they do? It can only increase sadness, so they look down on it and let it go." ”

We continued to drift, and it was still gray, with a small patch of dark red smoke hanging over us, and only later did we know that the color was equivalent to the timetable of the underworld.

When I got to Meng Po, the drunkard waved goodbye to me. I walked straight to Meng Po's house, her house was short, but there were some unknown flowers and plants planted around the house, and those flowers were purple and black, exuding a charming fragrance, which also showed the nobility of the flower.

Coming to the door, "Do... Quiver... He knocked on the door lightly and asked in a whisper, "Excuse me, is Meng Po here?"

"Squeak... After a while, the door opened, and out came a young woman, plainly dressed, but with a haggard countenance.

"Excuse me, is Meng Po here?" I asked.

"I'm Meng Po, what's the matter?" replied the young woman with a blank face.

I thought to myself, no, is it? Meng Po is so young? Shouldn't it be a very old hunchbacked old man with a wrinkled face? I tentatively sniffed, "You... Are you really Meng Po?"

"Yes, just say anything, I'm still busy. The woman glanced at me.

"That's right, there is a person named Yuwen Chengqian who asked me to come to you to treat the soul damage, and wait for him here with you..." When she asked what was going on with the injury, I told her exactly what happened to the battle with Wen Jiezhen.

After listening to this, she was still expressionless, and turned around and entered the house with a sentence, "Come in with me." ”

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