The thick yin and evil atmosphere lingered, there was no sky upward, heavy dust downward, no flowers and trees around, no birds and butterflies and insects, and a low roar sounded in the ears at all times, like thunder, like a mountain crack, like an angry howl.

A group of ghosts hurried away under the drive of the ghosts, they stepped lightly on the heavy dust, leaving no traces, and after Zhou Feng walked by, there was a series of clear footprints under his feet, even the lines were faintly visible, and stepping on the dust barefoot felt soft and cold, like walking in the snow, fun but uncomfortable.

There was a thick dead tree lying in front of it, the old skin had fallen off, and the trunk was full of holes, as if it was about to break if it was pinched lightly. There is nothing under the dead wood, it seems to be an abyss, and the thick yin qi is rolling and steaming like a rushing river, vast and majestic, and its two sections are buried deep in the dust, like a single wooden rotten bridge.

The ghosts slowed down in front of the dead wood, trembling one by one, the past life and the present fate were gone, and there were all kinds of expressions before the dead wood, but after the dead wood was all dumbfounded, there were no broken words.

"Bull head, that dead wood is the bridge of forgetfulness?" Zhou Feng asked the bull head ghost who was a little deserted.

"Yes, that's the Bridge of Forgetfulness. The Minotaur almost turned around and smiled, and led Zhou Feng through the stagnant team of ghosts and walked straight over.

In Zhou Feng's impression, the ghost walked on the Nai He Bridge, and he had to drink a bowl of Po soup, but it looked like a bridge here, and no one gave the soup to drink, which was a bit unsatisfactory.

"Godman, don't be stunned, go to the bridge with the little one. The minotaur almost stepped on the rotting dead wood, nodded sideways and urged, his eyes revealing a hint of treachery.

Zhou Feng looked at the precarious wood in front of him, hesitated, and wanted to open his mouth to ask something, but he didn't say anything, his heart was crossed, and he strode onto the bridge of selflessness, following closely behind the bull-headed ghost.

When Zhou Feng stepped on the dead wood with both feet, everything in front of him changed, the thick yin qi was gone, and he was surrounded by familiar scenery, his hometown in another world, the courtyard where he was born and raised, his father rode out, his mother nagged, and there were some fox friends and dogs. The style of painting changed, Wanyuan Mountain, Yuling Peak, Yanlong Island, Gujia Courtyard, Linjia Village, and even saw Mei Qinglin smiling sweetly at herself, Zhiling quietly walking away with her back to herself, the purple-clothed Venerable smiled kindly, Sakura was holding a wooden stick, and Lin Lisheng was waving to this side. Wait, why is there no Qiu Yao, where did she go? Qiu Yao......

Suddenly, a huge gray vortex appeared above Zhou Feng's head, like a bottomless abyss, and like a terrible mouth, it was devouring everything, mountains, rivers, houses, classmates, friends, parents, and finally such a familiar figure, Lin Qiuyao, everything rolled into the sky and flew into that big swirling mouth. Zhou Feng jumped up and wanted to pull, but he couldn't reach it, all the familiar faces were waving to him, smiling, only Lin Qiuyao wanted to break free from the whirlpool, and desperately waved to Zhou Feng, as if calling for help.

"Qiu Yao!" Zhou Feng shouted, trying to jump up with all his feet, but he felt like he was on the ground and couldn't move.

"Why ......" Zhou Feng roared angrily, his eyes burst red, and his whole body was also burning, he wanted to keep his relatives and friends at this moment, his fists were clenched, and he was about to rise to the sky.

"Roaring ......"

The Dao Dao Dragon roared, and several red fire dragons flew out of Zhou Feng's body, soaring straight into the sky, instantly winding and tearing the whirlpool, and everything returned to calm, all so familiar, and then slowly faded away.

Zhou Feng shook his head, his head hurt a little, and at this time he had walked to the other end of the dead wood.

"Bull head, how is walking on this bridge of forgetfulness like a dream? Zhou Feng is a little unsatisfied, and he likes this feeling very much.

"God...... God-man, are you alright?"

The minotaur saw that Zhou Feng was still as usual, and he couldn't believe it, he just walked on the Forgetfulness Bridge, the first powerful enchantment in the underworld, even the gods were a little afraid, this savage did not damage a trace of memory, it seems that he underestimated him.

"Bull head, why are you stunned, don't hurry up and lead the way. Zhou Feng straightened his waist and put on an awe-inspiring look, but this vine apron was a bit of a big surprise.

"Yes, yes, God-man, please. The minotaur who came back to his senses moved forward with some disappointment, his head drooped, and his little abacus fell through.

The yin wind gusted, the thick yin qi gradually dissipated, and not far in front of him stood a majestic and mighty city, like a giant beast lying quietly in this gloom.

"God-man, this is the Entry City. The minotaur bent over and said with a smile on his face, much more pious than before.

This scenery is not in line with the logic of the wind, shouldn't the underworld be a cave or something, how can it be the same as human beings, and build a big city, who will be idle and run here to grab the territory, it is really a snake to add to this move.

The entrance city is the place where ghosts are registered, and each ghost will be marked here, and there is also a book of life and death to compare whether there is anything wrong.

Although the ghosts lost their past memories when they passed through the Forgetfulness Bridge, their identities, names, home addresses, and actions will be recorded by the ghosts, and there are basically no mistakes, but there are exceptions, that is, some of them have paid tribute to the ghosts, and some can even leave memories of their previous lives.

Approaching the entrance city, the city walls are tall and thick, all of which are made of giant gray stones, and they appear gray with a faint yin atmosphere. The city gate is made of bronze, thick and heavy, the knocker is two white bone skulls, very large, like the skull of a giant, there are ironclad ghosts patrolling and guarding the city wall and the city gate, solemn and mighty, dripping water is difficult to leak.

Entering the city, it was empty, there were no houses and pavilions, no clamor for hawking, only a patch of ghosts and shadows. In the distance stands a high platform, ordinary, without grandeur or carved sculpture.

"Niutou, why is such a big city so empty, if you are looking for some fun and food, isn't it nowhere to be found, then why do you still accept that?" Zhou Feng gestured with his hand as he spoke, thinking that what was the use of these ghosts asking for so much money.

The minotaur stared at the big eyes and looked forward, backward, left and right, and saw that there were no ghosts around, so he lowered his voice and said cautiously: "Godman, the small one knows that you have great powers, but the small one can also see that you are a great power that does not do much, and some words are not said by the small ones, and you also understand." This so-called entrance city, also known as the dot city, is where the families of these ghosts will offer worship items or money, and they will receive them here. The steward's keeper would keep an account of the ghosts according to the number of offerings, and the steward of the Boundary City would sort the ghosts according to this account. There are all kinds of items in the Boundary City and the Reincarnation City, which are no worse than the human world, and some are better, hehe......"

"Didn't you say that the evildoers are fried, the good-hearted ones fly to the sky, and the ordinary ones are reincarnated, how can they be divided into grades according to the offerings?" Zhou Feng felt uneven, feeling that there was no difference between this place and the yang world.

"There is also this situation you said, but it is only a part, hehe......" The bull head smiled slyly, not daring to say anything more.

While speaking, Zhou Feng followed the minotaur to the front of the big platform. From a distance, it looks like a platform, but it is actually a three-story pavilion made of gray stone, but the windows of this pavilion are small round holes. On the top floor of the pavilion there is a circular altar, and eighteen black pixiu squatting in a circle on the platform, with the same appearance and different postures. Some are lying on their stomachs, some are standing, some are tilting their heads, and some are holding their heads high...... Needless to say, these are all items that are used to absorb the money of the offerings of the sun.

"God-man, you can wait a minute, I'll go to the chief of the pen. The minotaur nodded and turned into the pavilion.

Zhou Feng stood alone, raised his head and sighed softly, it was really as black as a crow in the world.

In a moment, the minotaur hurriedly walked from the pavilion with a fat head and big ears to the ball.

It is not an exaggeration to say that his meat balls are not exaggerated, the head of the comer has no hair and no eyebrows, the top of his head is covered with meat bumps, his eyes are slitted, his nose is small, his mouth is small and concave, and he has no neck, but he is actually covered by the fat on his face, his body is fat, his legs are short and his arms are long, he wears a pale yellow robe, and he walks left and right, like a duck.

"Oh! The gods have been added, and the petty official has missed the distance, please forgive me. The meat ball hurriedly hurried in front of Zhou Feng and sneered, the small eyes that were originally slit were almost gone.

"God-man, this is our ruler, the steward of the city. The minotaur was also introduced with a smile on the side.

"Well, the deity is here to trouble the penkeeper to find someone. Zhou Feng put on a lofty posture and said in an official tone.

"God-man, the petty official will do his best, please inside. The meat ball pen officer bowed down and stretched out his hand to make a courtesy, his big fat waist said that he was bowing, but in fact, he lowered his head.

Zhou Feng glanced at the meat ball with his eyes, and always wanted to go up and kick it to see how far he could roll, this can only be thought of, politeness still has to be there.

"Please ask in advance, and the deity will follow. Zhou Feng nodded in return, if you let yourself go first, you don't know the way.

The pen officer was no longer polite, and waved his little short legs to guide Zhou Feng.

The gate of this pavilion is an arched stone cave, only one person high, the meat ball is just right from now on, if you want a big one like the bull-headed ghost, you have to bend down and get in, Zhou Feng is not tall, just to be able to pass.

There is another scene in the pavilion, tall and spacious, jade is the beam, carved beasts, the patterns are diverse, although it is not magnificent, but it is also magnificent, elegant and magnificent.

Passing through the main hall, Zhou Feng followed the meat ball into a side room, where the tables and chairs are complete, the furnishings are elegant, and there is a feeling of being a scholarly door.