Walking to the Nai He Bridge, Jian Zhixi said hello to Meng Po familiarly.

Like in the previous life, I didn't drink Meng Po soup and jumped into reincarnation.

On Huangquan Road, the originally dark road was covered with layers of ice, and the ghosts of the past were frozen.

Within ten zhang of the cangling, not an inch of grass grows, and ghosts are not close.

His face was very gloomy, and he walked extremely slowly with each step.

At this time, a blue light flashed, and the Wushan Goddess Yao Ji appeared in front of Cang Ling.

"Cangling God, according to your fate, you still have fifty years, why don't you live?

Cang Ling's expression suddenly turned cold, and he said, "You seem to be too lenient. Also, you don't seem qualified to spy on your fate, do you?"

Choked by Cang Ling like this, Yao Ji's face was pale and her expression was a little messy.

"God Cangling, I just care about you, I don't mean anything else, I..."

"If you're idle, you can go to the Netherworld to ask for a fight, there's a shortage of people there. I'll just say it once, don't snoop on my business. ”

Cang Ling's expression was cold, and there was no mercy in his words.

Yaoji's body trembled slightly, and she bit her lip, her face full of grievance.

However, Cang Ling directly ignored her and continued to walk forward.

Yao Ji was unwilling, but Cangling was too cold, and she didn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all.

She had no choice but to shake around and leave the underworld.

Cang Ling walked step by step, slowly and heavily, and suddenly, he stopped in front of the Sansheng Stone.

His gaze flickered and fell on the two names engraved on the Sansheng Stone.

His brows furrowed slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he still walked to the edge of the Sansheng Stone.

His hand was raised slightly, and his fingertips gently rubbed the two names.

Slowly, those two names were rewritten stroke by stroke, and they went three points deeper than they had been engraved before.

After carving, Cang Ling thought for a while, and with a wave of his hand, he directly erased the other names next to the two names, leaving a large empty space.

When he was done, his hands froze, his brows furrowed, and he said to himself, "Boring"

After that, he got up and walked away without looking back.

After walking for a while, the shivering Ghost Chajia cautiously walked to Cangling's side.

"God Cangling, please come here, it's time for your reincarnation. ”

"Where's the order?"

"God Cangling, don't worry, Lord Si Ming has entered the reincarnation, she didn't waste time, you are going right now. ”

Onichajia tried to make his words as smooth as possible, and everything went according to plan, so that he wouldn't anger the god, right?

Unexpectedly, Cang Ling frowned, and the temperature around him suddenly dropped a lot, freezing so much that a thick layer of ice formed on the clothes of the ghost chajia.

Ghost Chajia feels that he is too hard, obviously so dedicated, but he still seems to have offended this god?

"Running fast! Aren't you reluctant to be reincarnated?"

Cang Ling's voice fell, and he walked towards the Nai He Bridge without looking back.

Leaving the Onicha Armor standing still, waiting for the thaw.

What did the god Cangling say just now?

How did he know that Lord Si Ming was unwilling to be reincarnated?

Ghost Chajia began to invent countless versions of adulterous stories in his head, and then, Sen Sen laughed.

However, on the bridge, Cang Ling took a bowl of Meng Po soup from Meng Po's hand.

He hesitated for a moment, feeling a little uncertain and confused in his heart.

But after a while, he still drank it all, and then jumped into the reincarnation.