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Once you arrive at Wangxiangtai, you can't come back to your hometown from afar.

Cui Yu didn't know what kind of story this ghost had before his death, and what kind of relatives he had, but now, it is like a dream, and everything has disappeared.

A tear dripped from the ghost's eyes, surprising Cui Yu.

Hell, without a physical body, how can tears come from.

But now, Cui Yu actually saw the ghost crying.

Cui Yu couldn't imagine how sad this was. It's a poor person to think about.

In the entire small pavilion, there was only one soul at this time, and the souls behind him all stopped, as if only one ghost could enter at a time in this small pavilion.

The ghost hugged the stone platform in pain, but since that tear, it seems that it can no longer shed tears, and can only howl somewhere, and the listener is sad.

But after a stick of incense, the ghost was suddenly stunned, and then kept groping for the stone platform, because the stone platform had reverted to its original appearance, and no light rose.

Naturally, the picture in the stone platform also disappeared.

However, at this moment, a pair of plain hands were raised, holding a bowl in his hand, and Cui Yu stood in the distance, unable to see what was in the bowl.

Cui Yu's face turned pale, because the owner of the hands was the female corpse who was suspected of being Meng Po.

"Isn't she dead?" As soon as he thought of this, Cui Yu wanted to give himself a slap.

What a place this is, hell? What's in hell, dead man.

Meng Po is a dead person, it is not surprising at all, if she is really a living person, it will shock Cui Yu.

The ghost stared at this Meng Po, and her mouth kept opening and closing, but there were no words to say, and Cui Yu could only hear a roar.

Meng Po is as beautiful as a fairy who has come out of a painting, full of kindness, just like Guanyin Bodhisattva in the world of the previous life.

The ghost stared at Meng Po, and the sadness on her face faded.

Meng Po smiled and said something, but no sound came out, and the picture looked very weird.

The ghost stopped Meng Po's words, obviously flustered for a moment, then nodded painfully, took the porcelain bowl from Meng Po's hand, and then hesitated, raised his head and drank it.

"Meng Po Soup!" Cui Yu was already sure at this time that this was the real underworld, and the purgatory copper furnace was like a toy and a joke compared to here.

Cui Yu obviously didn't understand why the Great Emperor of Fucang wanted to build a purgatory copper furnace, because hell already existed, why should he build another underworld.

It's just that this secret has become a mystery with the death of the Emperor of the Burial Cang.

Maybe in the purgatory copper furnace, the earth will know a thing or two. It's just that Cui Yu didn't naively think that Houtu would easily tell him this secret.

After the ghost drank the soup, the porcelain bowl in his hand immediately dissipated, as if it had never appeared.

And his face turned from sadness to calm, like a puppet.

Then, it was as if a strange force was pushing him in the direction of Cui Yu, but at an extremely slow speed, the same speed as they had been on the stone bridge before.

A chill rose from Cui Yu's heart, and even his strong body had large goosebumps.

When the ghost came down from the pavilion, he stood there blankly, motionless.

Cui Yu told himself in his heart that he was leaving, but his strong curiosity made Cui Yu unable to control his body to leave.

He looked away from the ghost and into the pavilion.

Suddenly, he was like an electric shock, the muscles of his whole body stiffened, and cold sweat kept pouring out from his forehead.

Because he found that Meng Po, who was silent like a dead person, was looking at him with a playful look.

That's right, Meng Po stood upright, her head was facing Cui Yu's direction, and her lifeless eyes were staring at her curiously, as if she had found something rare.

This made Cui Yu frightened.

In mythological stories, although Meng Po is not obvious, she is also a ghost-level character, Cui Yu doesn't think that Meng Po will be an ordinary ghost.

Cui Yu regrets it very much now, he should have left a long time ago, and he shouldn't have stayed here. Sure enough, curiosity killed the cat.

He didn't dare to move now, for fear that his casual actions would bring unforeseen consequences.

The celestial people in the rear also discovered the abnormality, and naturally saw that the "corpse" in the pavilion was actually alive at this time, staring at Cui Yu.

They wanted to come over, but were stopped by Zhu Long. Zhu Long is also a master in the late stage of practicing the gods and returning to the void, and his senses are keen, although they are far away, Zhu Long can still feel the terrible pressure from Meng Po. The pressure suffocated him.

Now the other party didn't make any moves, so Zhu Long immediately pressed down everyone and asked them not to act rashly.

Cui Yu and Meng Po looked at each other in the air, and suddenly the whole person seemed to feel a feeling of dizziness, and when he woke up, he found that Meng Po's face actually had a look of light.

This really scared Cui Yu.

Meng Po actually showed such a look, obviously she had already used a means that Cui Yu couldn't understand just now, and knew a lot of things.

Just when Cui Yu was at a loss, Cui Yu could see Meng Po suddenly speak, but it was the same as before, and no sound came out.

But Cui Yu could clearly hear a clear voice in his head.

"Let's go. Don't stay!"

There is no reason, Cui Yu can be sure that this is Meng Po's voice.

At this time, the second ghost had already set foot in the small pavilion.

Without the slightest hesitation, Cui Yu hurriedly turned around and pulled the remaining celestials towards the unknown place ahead.

Although Cui Yu didn't know why Meng Po wanted to help herself, even Cui Yu couldn't be sure whether Meng Po really wanted to help herself or harm herself.

But Cui Yu just couldn't refuse to believe it.

When he gradually moved away, Cui Yu looked back, and it seemed that outside the pavilion, there were two more hazy figures, one black and one white.

The road behind the pavilion is just a long loess road, and the sides of the road are filled with fog that makes it impossible to see.

Having seen the horror of the ghost fog before, none of them dared to test whether the fog around here was dangerous, so they could only follow this path that was not covered by the dense fog and bury their heads forward.

Along the way, Cui Yu told them some hellish things he knew.

As Cui Yu told more and more things, these celestial people gradually fell silent.

I don't know how long I walked, but the celestial who was walking in the front suddenly stopped.

Cui Yu stepped forward and found that they had reached the end of the road, with an undulating hillside in front of them.

The hillside is ghostly and unusually quiet.

There was nothing in this book, but on this hillside, there were stumps and broken arms everywhere, and this was what made them chill.

Cui Yu took a deep breath, walked to the front of the hillside, looked around, and could vaguely hear a few dog barks, but he couldn't see it.

A solemn look appeared on Cui Yu's face, and Cui Yu knew that they had come to a dangerous place, even more terrifying than the chessboard of life and death on the stone bridge.

If they're not careful, they'll probably all have to stay here.

"Sir, I know what this place is. ”

Although Zhu Long's words were inquiry, he was already sure in his tone that Cui Yu knew where this was.

Cui Yu nodded bitterly and said, "If my guess is correct, this is the vicious dog collar!"