"NMD King Qin Guang, you dead ghost, yin ghost!" Except for Zhang He at the palace gate, he still didn't give up, and scolded loudly, and the two ghosts behind him were embarrassed.

"When I think of this scourge later, don't you dismantle the Division of Rewarding Good and Punishing Evil?"

"This is not something we can worry about, let the boss worry about it."

The two ghosts listened to Zhang He's abuse in the back, and they had a headache for a while, but they could only let him do it.

That's definitely not, the big boss of his family can't afford to provoke this little ancestor, and now that he has offended him, he may not know which layer of hell he will go to stay in the future.

After a while, Zhang He was also tired of scolding, the most important thing is that no matter how much scolding will help, it is better to save effort.

The road after bringing it out is very long, and the slight difference from the previous one is that it is no longer a scorched earth, but has some other colors.

"This is Yin Yang Road, also known as Huangquan Road, and the two sides are planted with the reflection of the flowers on the other side."

Seeing Zhang He looking around on the road, he was very curious, and a ghost behind him couldn't help but answer for him.

"Oh!" Zhang He nodded, it turned out that those fiery red flowers were the legendary flowers on the other side, what does the mapping mean?

was about to ask a question, when he suddenly remembered that he was still a prisoner, and his question became a heavy nasal voice, "Hmph!" I don't need you to answer, Uncle will be back in two days. ”

The difference between the two ghosts is "......."

From time to time, some lonely ghosts floated on Huangquan Road, and when they saw Zhang He walking on the road, they turned into some appearances from time to time to lure Zhang He, so as to let him walk into Huangquan Road and never be able to live forever.

"Bold!" The two ghosts in the back were afraid that Zhang He would settle accounts in the future, but they were not afraid of these lonely ghosts, and in order to leave a good impression on the uncle in front, they immediately shouted and repelled the ghosts.

This road is like a carpet paved with blood, and the flaming red flowers on the other side are the only scenery and color on this Huangquan Road.

"It's a nice flower." Zhang He also vaguely felt the kindness of the two ghosts behind him, although he didn't understand, but he also knew that they were just a small civil servant, and there was no need for him to be angry with them.

"Yes, yes, these flowers on the other side, in their lives, they don't see leaves, and there are many bards in the world who have made up a lot of stories for them."

Seeing that Zhang He took the initiative to speak, the two ghosts were overjoyed, and hurriedly echoed Zhang He's words.

"What do you mean by the Flower of the Other Side?" Zhang He breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that these two ghosts do have kindness to him.

"Don't you know, the flower on the other side is a treasure in our underworld, and the main material of the Meng Po soup there is the flower on the other side."

"Yes, yes, a real flower can last for more than 300 years, how can it be planted on the side of the road at will. However, the scenery of the underworld is too monotonous, and only the flowers on the other side are colorful, so King Qin Guangwang used great mana to map the flowers on the other side of the Huangquan Road. ”

The two ghosts almost sang and harmonized, and it was quickly explained.

Zhang He nodded and didn't speak again.

Ahead, there is a river crisscrossing it, and its water is blood-yellow.

"The Lechuan River has arrived, and the bridge above is the Nai He Bridge, and we will send you here."

Zhang He stood under the bridge, and the two ghosts sent him here, and after a simple word, he retreated.

"Wangxiangtai, Sansheng Stone!"

Zhang He walked up to the Nai He Bridge and stared curiously at the platforms on both sides of the bridge and a huge stone, these two should be the Wangxiang Platform and the Sansheng Stone that the little monk said when he popularized the knowledge of the underworld.

"Damn, I heard that this thing can see the past life, the present life and the future, then I have to try it."

Thinking in his heart, Zhang He put his hand on the Sansheng Stone.

The Sansheng Stone hummed and let out a loud roar.

A burst of white light flashed, and the picture appeared.

From Zhang He's birth in 1972 to Zhang He's suicide a few days ago, scenes appeared in front of him like a movie.

When he saw himself waking up from the street, the corners of Zhang He's eyes moistened, it was the biggest turning point in his life, and the last moment of his life changed from here.

I saw my eldest brother and myself adventuring in the Taiyun Mountains, seeing the little monk Jin Chan who had just met him, and seeing myself and a group of brothers adventuring in the training camp......

"This life is a little shorter, but it's so fucking happy!"

Zhang He wiped away the tears that did not exist in his eyes, laughed loudly, and left the position of Sansheng Stone.

The picture continues, but the things in the back are far more than Zhang He knows....

The cause of the past life, the fruit of this life, the reincarnation of fate, the origin and extinction of the cause.

Sansheng Stone has witnessed the joys and sorrows, joys, sorrows and sorrows of all living beings.

Everything is written off here.

The old woman under the bridge stared at Zhang He who was under the bridge with a smile, the wrinkles on her face were layered, Zhang He had no doubt that if there were mosquitoes in the underworld, it was estimated that she could be killed by these wrinkles.

"Drink this bowl of soup and hit the road!" Meng Po smiled 'kindly', picked up a bowl of soup and handed it to Zhang He.

"This soup isn't white enough." Zhang He stepped forward to take a look, and the legendary Meng Po soup actually smelled like beef soup.

"Mother-in-law, did you add beef bones here?" Zhang He became poor again, and said with a hippie smile: "Your soup is not white, why don't you boil it?" I don't drink impure beef bone soup! ”

"What?" Meng Po seems to be a little anxious, this kid doesn't play cards according to the routine, he didn't say this when he came before.

"I have a spoonful of Sanhua evaporated milk!" In order to let Zhang He drink the soup, Meng Po also fought hard, I don't know where to take out an iron jar, and the big spoon scooped out a spoonful of white liquid in it and stirred it into the pot. The Meng Po soup, which was originally as clear as water, suddenly milky white.

"White, young man!"

"! @¥%......&%# "Zhang He is messy, and there is still Hextech in the underworld?

Zhang He stared at the milky white Meng Po soup that Meng Po had scooped up again, and was speechless for a long time.

"Can you still drink this?"

"Still not working?" Meng Po was in a hurry, her back pocket was like a treasure bag, and she took out an iron can, and Zhang He saw it clearly.

"I've got a spoonful of soup treasure...."

"Don't, auntie, I'll drink!" Zhang He hurriedly grabbed Meng Po's hand, and if he didn't stop her, who knew what else would be put behind.

Zhang He looked at the Meng Po soup in his hand and sighed in his heart.

Once you drink it, you will love and hate all your life, and you will be forgotten in your life.

"Drink it, drink my soup and you can be reincarnated, no matter the sins and debts of your previous life, forget about it." When Meng Po saw Zhang He bring it to her mouth, the smile on her face was even worse, and she kept muttering: "Drink, drink." ”

It's like a big bad wolf tricking Little Red Riding Hood.

"Then a bowl." Zhang He coughed dryly, and when he raised his head, it was a bowl of belly.

"Ahh

After a bowl of soup, Zhang He wiped his mouth, he didn't feel anything else, shook his head, and his memory was still clear.

"Commander?"

"What?" Zhang He was stunned, who was Meng Po shouting? Looking around, he's the only ghost. "Who are you calling?"

"Ahem." Seeing that Zhang He was conscious and did not forget, Meng Po was a little embarrassed for a while.

"Do you remember the events of your past life?"

"I remember." Zhang He scratched his head, not knowing what Meng Po meant.

Meng Po rolled her eyes, hurriedly scooped up a bowl of Meng Po soup and tasted it, "No problem." ”

"Then you have another bowl."

"What? Still drinking? ”

Zhang He was helpless, so he should drink another bowl of beef bone soup and drink it all.

"Remember?"

"I remember."

"One more bowl..."

"Yes."

"Come again!"

"I still remember."

....

"Hiccup, hiccup!" Zhang He, who drank an unknown number of bowls, only felt that his stomach was about to burst, and when he saw the bowl stretched out by Meng Po, he quickly shook his head.

"If you don't drink it, if you don't drink it, if you drink it again, it will explode."

It didn't matter what he said, Meng Po, who had been burying her head, couldn't help but raise her head and looked at Zhang He with a desperate expression.

"Wait a minute!"

As soon as Meng Po raised her hand and grabbed it, a little ghost was confined to her hand, and she looked at the little ghost with a gloomy face: "Give my mother-in-law a drink!" ”

"Woo woo~" The little ghost struggled violently, but the aura emitted by Meng Po was really terrifying, and he could only be forced to drink a bowl.

Meng Po saw the little ghost drink the soup, so she put him down, the originally clever little ghost, after drinking the soup, Mu Ne turned around, his steps were stiff, like a walking corpse, no memory, muddy.

"The effect is still there?" Meng Po watched the little ghost leave with satisfaction, turned her head to look at Zhang He again, picked up the bowl and said:

"One more bowl!"

"Gott~"

.....

How many years have passed, the number of people who have drunk Meng Po soup is incalculable, they are all under a bowl of soup, and they don't remember anything.

But this one is good, there is nothing to do, and there are dozens of bowls of drinks.

Something went wrong?

"I won't drink it, I won't drink it, I won't drink it if I kill you."

Zhang He held his stomach and drank the last bowl, and now his body shook, and there was a sound of water in his stomach.

"This?" Meng Po made a difficulty, if Zhang He didn't lose the memory of the underworld, there would be a big mess in the future.

Zhang He held on to the table, gasping for breath, and trying to digest the Meng Po soup in his stomach.

"Lord Qin Guang."

Meng Po was prostrate on the ground, her old body trembling, "He... He drank nearly a hundred bowls of Meng Po soup. ”

"A hundred bowls?" King Qin Guang was full of pain, and looked at Zhang He who was rubbing his stomach with a painful face.

Good guys, you should think this is a buffet, right? Still drinking a full water?

"What the hell is going on! Investigate quickly! King Qin Guang shouted, his voice was like thunder, cold and majestic.

"I don't know!" This shout frightened Meng Po a lot, and she kept shaking on the ground, obviously frightened, "I drank nearly a hundred bowls, but I didn't see amnestics!" ”

King Qin Guang stretched out his big hand and grabbed Zhang He with one hand, like a grasshopper, pinched one leg.

"Boy, does it taste good?" King Qin Guang's eyes widened angrily, he didn't understand how every time he came, he could always produce some moths.

"What are you doing, what are you doing!" Zhang He shouted loudly, was carried upside down, grabbed with both hands, and couldn't catch anything.

"Why don't you just drink some soup? You're too picky, aren't you? ”