Bai Wuchang was like announcing a holy decree, and his tone was unwavering.

Although it was a fake death, Qin Mu was under a lot of pressure, and he felt the heaviness of death for the first time.

He nodded obediently and let the other party go.

Black and white impermanence looked at Qin Mu without crying or making trouble, but he was also surprised, and then Bai Impermanence grabbed his shoulder.

"Let's go, don't look back."

The three of them walked slowly in the direction they had come, and Qin Mu saw that he was about to hit the wall, but he could never touch it.

He kept walking forward, and the black impermanence on the side kept repeating:

"There is no difference in the way of heaven, there is no return to the dead, peace is changed, heaven and earth are not angry, and gods and ghosts have no power to ......"

These words have been playing in a loop on Qin Mu's return to Yin Road, but it is infiltrating.

It probably means that there is no going back in the previous life, and if you can reflect on your past life and reform after returning to the yin, you can still be forgiven and reincarnated.

Qin Mu kept his composure at all times, although he was ordered to meet the king of Yama, but he still had to follow the rules.

I don't know how long it took to walk, Qin Mu's feet became rugged, and it was very difficult to walk.

He knew that he had stepped into the Yellow Spring Road, but it was still dark in front of him, and there was no Yellow Spring as he imagined.

In fact, Huangquan Road means the road under the Nine Springs.

Because when people dig spring wells, they hit the depth where yellow muddy water can come out, which is exactly the same as the depth of a person's coffin.

If nothing else, cross Huangquan Road is the Lechuan River.

With a fishy stench, Qin Mu's vision gradually widened.

A blood-yellow river slowly came into view, the river was densely covered with insects and snakes, the bones were floating, and the flesh and blood were confused, making people avoid three feet.

The river was also flooded with a number of imps, all of whom had fallen from the bridge.

All of them are people who have committed great sins and evils in their lives, and they cannot be reincarnated forever, and they all have to soak in this Lethe River and be tortured.

Qin Mu shuddered, and only begged himself to go on the bridge and walk steadily.

But this is obviously superfluous, and good and evil have their own judgment.

If you are good and accumulate virtue before you are born, even if you jump into the river, there will be no damage.

But if you are a traitor, and the people and gods are angry, you will fall down if you crawl over.

Seeing the Lethe River, the task of black and white impermanence was also completed, and Bai impermanence advised:

"Go to the front and line up, and follow along."

After explaining, the two of them turned around and left, and continued to go to the yang world to collect their souls.

Qin Mu suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, the two of them attached to him on the left and the right felt really uncomfortable.

He looked up and saw that there was a line on the edge of the Lechuan River, all of whom were preparing to go up the Naihe Bridge.

Qin Mu didn't think much about it, and followed behind the last person, only to find that the team was extremely slow.

It is estimated that it is the arrangement of the underworld, which deliberately makes people walk slowly, so that they can always feel the tragic situation in the Lechuan River next to them.

It can also be regarded as the first way to get off the horse before entering the underworld.

While waiting, the little ghost in front of Qin Mu turned his head, and it was a middle-aged man.

Seeing Qin Mu so young, he couldn't help but regret and said, "Why did the young man die young, it's a pity to be so handsome." ”

Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know how to talk for a while.

Seeing that the other party's chest was black on both sides, it was obvious that the lobes of the lungs were wasted by smoking before his death, and it was estimated that he died of lung cancer.

He complained: "Alas, I was caught smuggling cigarettes, and I was hit by a car and killed while I fled." ”

The middle-aged man stopped talking for a while, and never spoke to Qin Mu again.

Qin Mu glanced ahead, the little ghosts in line were all of different shapes, but they generally died in various accidents, and few of them died.

At this time, a little ghost stared at Qin Mu, who was at the end of the line, and stepped forward to sell:

"Friend, are you bored? I can help you cut the line, but I need two silver ingots. ”

Qin Mu was directly dumbfounded, they all went to the underworld, there are still scalpers in this place?

He immediately became curious and asked, "This price is not high, but who is not penniless here, how can I give it?" ”

"Well, you can make an IOU, and you can give it when your family burns money for you."

Qin Mu couldn't cry or laugh: "Okay, but how can you help me cut the line?" ”

The little ghost pointed ahead and whispered, "There is my person in front, and there are still three people left of his turn." ”

"How did you start this business? Don't you go in and be reincarnated? Qin Mu asked.

"We engaged in fraud before we were alive, and we can't cross the bridge anymore, so it's better to make more money."

The imp shook his head.

Qin Mu listened to it, it can be said that he was throwing himself into the ground, but he didn't expect that his major before his death could come in handy below.

These little ghosts are just a bridge, they are here every day as scalpers, and they will go to the Lord of Yama to "participate" in them.

"Okay, I'm in a hurry, let's keep the account first."

The little ghost was very good, and pressed it on Qin Mu's road guide, as if he had pressed his finger prints.

Then he said: "I've made a mark, after you go in, someone will naturally ask you for money, don't think about repaying the bill." ”

Qin Mu smiled bitterly and nodded, and was led to the front of the team by the little ghost.

When I walked to the front, it was the turn of the imp's friend to go to the bridge.

"Go, go, go." The little ghost urged, and then ran away with his friend, probably queuing up again at the back.

Qin Mu scratched the back of his head and decisively stepped on the Nai He Bridge.

He asked himself that he had done countless good deeds in this life, and he was a bright and upright person, so there was no need to look ahead and backward.

This bridge is just an ordinary stone bridge, the same as the one Qin Mu walked in the park.

Without any accidents, Qin Mu passed smoothly, and when he got off the bridge, he saw the ghost gate not far away, and he couldn't help but be excited.

As long as he passes this ghost gate, he doesn't have to continue to disguise the road after that.

Just as he was about to step over, a pot and spoon stood in front of him.

"Drink the soup and go over."

A gentle voice shouted.

Qin Mu turned his head to look at it, and couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the stall next to him that looked like an herbal tea shop.

"Oh no, I forgot about Meng Po soup." He complained inwardly.

Forget worry soup refers to Meng Po soup, a kind of soup that little ghosts must drink when they enter the underworld.

This soup is like wine, with five flavors: sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, and is boiled by Meng Po collecting people's tears and worldly medicinal herbs.

After drinking, you will forget the troubles and memories of your past life, and walk into the underworld cleanly.

Qin Mu froze in place, he just came to take a trip, but he didn't want to lose his memory.

Looking at the bubbling black liquid in the vat, he got goosebumps.

Just as he was about to speak, he looked up and saw a beautiful woman holding a pot and spoon.

it? This is the legendary Meng Po, who turned out to be a young woman who looked like a fairy?

"Are you Meng Po?" Qin Mu almost blurted out.

"It's good to know, hurry up and drink the soup."

Meng Po replied slowly, while still spooning soup for the little ghost behind her.

Looking at the other party's amazing and diligent appearance, Qin Mu couldn't help but think of Pan Jinlian who made cakes for Wu Dalang.

"The analogy doesn't seem right......" he couldn't help laughing at himself.

But even if this soup is boiled by a beautiful woman, he must not drink it.

Seeing that the ghost gate was not far from him, Qin Mu had a bad thought.

He decided to force his way over, anyway, as long as he passed the ghost gate, he wouldn't have to disguise himself as a ghost anymore!