Under the gloomy sky, the wails of ghosts resounded in my ears, the roads were lined with white bones, the river was flowing with distorted human faces, there were no sun, moon and stars in the sky, there were just black whirlpools that were constantly expanding and writhing, as if they were about to eat everything up.

A three-meter strong man with a bull's face mask and two horns on his head stepped forward, respectfully invited the only dead soul dyed with golden light from a group of translucent souls, and rode all the way to a Senluo hall, and a ghost sent it to the side hall, and then saw a man dressed as an official sitting on the desk with a black booklet, and when he saw this golden dead soul, he immediately jumped up from his seat in shock, as if he had seen something unbelievable, frantically flipped through the book in his hand, and muttered in a voice that only he could hear:

"Being in the heavenly way, and having the incense of the agricultural way, the humane merit is about to overflow...... It's a pity that the resume of the soul is too short, and the reincarnation is only four lives, and most of them die halfway...... If you can live to be forty years old in one life and have more experience, let alone a judge Chenghuang, it is more than enough to be a Yan Jun...... No, I'm afraid this ...... who has left a place in the Fire Cloud Cave."

Speaking of this, the official suddenly froze in place, as if he was wandering out of the world, and after a while, he reined in his emotions and said as usual: "That's it, let's add some blessings to him and vote for a rich and noble family......

With that, the officer sketched a few strokes on the pamphlet, waved his hand, and turned back to his seat.

During the whole process, the dead soul dyed with golden light did not have any expression, and his face was full of numbness and lovelessness, but neither the ghost nor the judge felt strange, after all, he had just died once, and everyone would be confused, wouldn't it?

But it was said that the dead soul left the side hall, and then it was in the hands of the strong man with the cow-faced mask again, and it was still a different kind of ox-cart treatment, and he hurried all the way, and came to a huge colorful disc, which hung high in the air, and below it was a murky river that did not know where it came from and where it went, and in the river floated the twisted faces of the people who were constantly wailing, and from time to time there were festering claws poking out of the water, as if to drag people into the river.

There is a bridge over the river, with a stone wall at the head of the bridge, a platform, and in the middle of the bridge is a young girl with a soup pot sitting on the fire.

Having said that, these things seem to have countless clones, and every minute and every second receives countless dead souls at the same time, but each dead soul is treated individually.

The chaotic dead spirits walked up to the platform in an orderly manner, touched the stone wall, and then walked up to the bridge with clear eyes, drank the clear soup given by the girl, and walked all the way, disappearing in the light cast by the disc.

The man in the cow-faced mask was very unceremoniously took Feng Xue into the front row, but those muddy dead souls did not have the slightest objection, the golden light dead soul seemed to be quite familiar with this process, just silently walked up to the platform (Wangxiang Terrace), and suddenly appeared in front of him where he lived before his death, at this time the courtyard was full of friends, hundreds of tables of banquets were placed from the courtyard to the street, whether the guests were poor or poor, as long as they praised him, they could sit down and eat, and a meal was three days and three nights of flowing water feast, the parents at home were not too sad, but the eldest brother had a good joy with a hint of concealment, but the karma of the previous life had nothing to do with him at this timeWhen the scenery in front of him disappeared, the minotaur led him to the stone wall again.

"Alas......" Before the golden light soul came to this stone wall, he couldn't help but sigh after all, and without waiting for the bull's guidance, he pressed his hand towards the stone wall.

This stone wall is nothing else, it is the legendary three-life stone, the dead soul only needs to touch it simply, the past life, the past life of the past life, the past life of the past life, the past life of the past life, the past life of the past life, the past life of the past life...... And so on and so forth, and so on and so forth, and yes, not three lives and three lives, but every life and one life.

The three of the three living stones refer to the majority, a living soul comes here, it will see every moment from the day of the birth of the true spirit, although it is about to drink the Meng Po soup, but so reciprocating viewing, it can improve the soul heritage, of course, more importantly - eliminate the influence of the previous Meng Po soup, so as to avoid ...... Forehead, drug resistance.

Well, it's a bit strange to say this, but that's the case, Meng Po soup is also resistant, the soul drinks too much, the layers of amnesia will naturally be layered up, and the bottom layer will inevitably loosen, so every time before drinking the soup, the previous effect will be washed away, so that the effect of Meng Po soup can be brought into full play.

Don't think about not drinking Meng Po soup, that thing is not so much a rule, but a layer of protection, if there is no Meng Po soup to block the memory, the vast majority of living souls can't resist the washing of reincarnation.

In the middle of his thoughts, the palm of the golden light dead soul had already been attached to the stone wall, so the first life after his crossing had already appeared in front of him-

As if the pain of being thrown to the ground spread all over his body, Feng Xue suddenly woke up, as a dead house, he quickly realized that he had crossed over, and in the following few seconds, he learned his identity by relying on the memories that poured into his brain-

A handmade figure made by the great god Nuwa...... Ahem, congenital terrans.

However, before he could think about how to make a big deal and how to hide the fact that he was a traverser, he suddenly heard a loud noise, and then, the mountains fell, the sky shattered, all Feng Xue could do was to raise his middle finger high at the meteor rain and the surging monstrous flood......

......

In the second life, Feng Xue, who had been wandering for a long time in a muddy soul, finally entered the underworld (the underworld was finally built) and was reincarnated again, and at this time he found that he still remembered the reincarnation of the underworld, and at first he thought that it was his traverser characteristics who ignored Meng Po Tang, until he found his golden finger, the character panel marked "Meng Po Tang Antidote × 7".

Relying on the full language proficiency provided by Goldfinger, he learned that he lived in an era at the junction of prehistory and antiquity, when Emperor Shun was in power.

But that didn't last a few days, even before his eyes were really able to see...... He's dead.

Relying on the dialogue between his parents and the clansmen before his death, he somewhat understood the cause of his death - the river was overflowing, and he was chosen as a living sacrifice to the god of water......

......

With a flower, it was the third life, this time, the year of Feng Xue's reincarnation was a little later, and the village where she was born already had relatively mature textile technology, although it was only rough linen, but this directly showed the long interval between the two lives.

This time, Feng Xue lived to his youth, he began to emulate countless predecessors, since he was a child, he cautiously showed his intelligence, and carved his talented, smart and clever impression into the eyes of the people around him, and then, he invented the use of farm manure to fertilize, improved the farming mode of the human race, invented the zigzag plow, and even made a pottery flush toilet equipped with a septic tank, which directly improved the current situation of human slash-and-burn farming, and then, a golden thread fell from the sky and hit him.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't die this time, it's just that in his character panel, there are two more attributes called merit (Heavenly Merit/Humane Merit), and in the skill panel, there are also two more skills - Meritorious Golden Body/Merit Sanctification.

Although the level of these two skills was zero, it also made Feng Xue finally realize that his golden finger did not seem to be as wasteful as he imagined.

However, he didn't live long in this life, just two days after receiving the merit, just when he was thinking about whether to invent another Cai Lun paper or something, a young man in the village suddenly went crazy, shouting "Dragon!", "It's all fake!", "Everyone will die! including me!", and hung himself on the beam, and then the village elder uncharacteristically cremated the body that should have been buried, and said that he was contaminated by dragon energy, otherwise he would turn into a zombie.

Two days later, an earthquake struck his village, which caused the rocks to collapse and the river to roll upside down, but not a single person survived.

......

The picture is dark, but it is the picture when he came to the underworld before the fourth life.

Because of the relationship with merit in the body, the treatment is much better, just like what I have just experienced, I am picked up by the horse, the judge reviews it, and after adding some blessings, I am sent to the six realms of reincarnation again.

It was about the fortune that really played a role, but in this fourth life, Feng Xue was born in a prosperous town.

That's right, towns, obviously there shouldn't be such towns in this era, there shouldn't be such prosperity, but there are indeed all kinds of small wooden buildings, horse-drawn carriages and ox carts on the street, and the most excessive thing is that there are iron pots and stir-fried vegetables!

However, as long as you think about it, there may be immortals in this world who "know 500 years before and 500 years later", it is not so difficult to accept - maybe there are Spring and Autumn people who cook hot pot and write Xiaokai! (Sun Wukong was born in the Spring and Autumn Period, but Xiaokai is on the Water Curtain Cave...... ）

In short, he is a rich second son in this life, his family is rich and powerful, he does not have to worry about eating and drinking, because he does not have to inherit the family business, he has been happily educated since he was a child, but Feng Xue, who has deeply understood the danger of this world, does not dare to relax, without any channel for cultivating immortals to ask, he can only put the life-saving straw in the only place that can be touched - merit.

So, after years of dormancy and countless preparations, he finally invented the anti-heaven magic - papermaking.

On the day the paper was made, the wind and rain were great, the lightning and thunder roared, and the merit fell from the sky, and the first piece of paper was directly turned into the acquired merit spiritual treasure, but it was a pity that the husband was not guilty, and he was guilty of it, Feng Xue and a mortal even if they had merit, how could they keep a spiritual treasure? Not to mention that it was so fanfare to get the spiritual treasure?

In short, Feng Xue didn't even know who killed and grabbed the treasure, so he directly flew into the shadows, that is, he had merit, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to keep his soul.

......

The short reincarnation of the fourth world was fleeting, Feng Xue had already returned to the Sansheng Stone as soon as she opened her eyes, sighed again, followed the guidance of the bull head, walked quickly onto the Nai He Bridge, came to the beautiful woman named Meng Po but was actually a young girl, and drank Meng Po soup in one gulp.

"Eh, who am I, where do I come from, and where am I going?"

Feng Xue, who suddenly lost her memory, only felt a suction force on the top of her head, and disappeared at the end of this Nai He Bridge......