Bai Wuchang nodded, "Okay, let's go here, thank you Lu Jue Lu.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

When the two people passed by each other, Zhao Huai couldn't help but look at Lu Parliament, and Lu Parliament also glanced at him. When he saw each other, Zhao Huai trembled unconsciously. At this time, he realized that although Lu Parliament was born gentle and beautiful, his eyes were like two ice pools that had not melted for thousands of years, without any emotion. A glance seemed to freeze all the blood in your body.

Zhao Huai quickly withdrew his gaze and dared not look around anymore.

Following Heibai Wuchang, the crowd walked into a long corridor. Heibai Wuchang found one of his doors and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

The door slowly opened automatically, and the black-haired man sitting at the desk handling official business without raising his head and said, "Come in."

"Your Highness of the King of Hell." Hei and Bai Wuchang bowed to the King of Hell.

When the King of Hell heard their voices, he raised his head. Finally, when he saw Su Muzhe standing behind Heibai Wuchang, a smile appeared on his face.

He waved his hand to Hei Bai Wuchang, then put down the piece, walked out from behind the desk, and walked towards Su Muzhe.

Zhao Huai was also shocked by the appearance of the King of Hell. He originally thought that the King of Hell should have the green face and fangs and a stout figure in the TV series. However, the man in front of him completely subverted his perception.

The man in front of him was slender, with a good figure like a model, tall, with long black hair like satin, long eyes and eyebrows, red lips like blood, delicate face to the point of femininity, but his skin was abnormally white and had no popularity at all.

However, as he got closer, the man's aura changed drastically - it was a kind of oppressive aura of a person or even a king. Zhao Huai originally thought that this aura could only be seen in the novel, but he did not expect that there were such people in reality.

No, the person in front of him is not a human being.

He couldn't help but take a few steps back quietly, hoping that the King of Hell would not notice him.

Soon, his wish came true, because His Highness the King of Hell's attention was on Su Muzhe's body.

He stretched out his arms and gave his friend a big hug, "Long time no see, Xiao Su."

"Yan Jin, long time no see." Su Muzhe also smiled and hugged him back.

Yan Jin sent the hand and said, "If I knew you were coming in advance, I would have moved these jobs for a while. There are too many business today, otherwise I can take a walk with you and we can have a good chat."

Su Muzhe smiled and said, "It's okay, you're busy. I've been here many times, and I've come here today, and I have another purpose. I just hope you can open a convenient door. It's the same if you reminisce about the past next time."

"Let Hei Bai Wuchang take you wherever you want to go. You are so sensible, I feel relieved about you. When you are leaving, come and have a meal with me."

Su Muzhe nodded, "Meng Po has also made a new dish. It seems that I'm right here today. Okay, I won't bother you anymore, let's go first."

"Okay, be careful of the road."

After a few greetings, the two said goodbye to each other. The King of Hell continued to handle the heavy official duties, while Su Muzhe and Zhao Huai walked out of the Hall of Hell under the leadership of the Black and White Impermanence and walked out of the gate behind.

****

Behind the gate, there was another scene. It was full of blood-red flowers on the other side.

The other side of the river, the flowers bloom for a thousand years, the flowers fall for a thousand years, the flowers bloom and leaves do not grow, and the leaves do not grow. They are involved in various novels, films and TV shows, and they have all kinds of sad legends. However, being born in hell is a real flower of hell.

In this lush flower field, it is actually full of thorns. Beautiful is beautiful, but it is actually extremely dangerous. The reason why these flowers are so bloody is actually completely dyed red by the blood of those ghosts. These thorns are very sharp. If they accidentally fall in, they will definitely be covered with bruises.

In the flower field, there is only a narrow path, so you must be very careful when walking here.

In fact, if you don’t look at the atmosphere here, the scenery here is actually very beautiful. The sky is a round cold moon surrounded by dark blue stars. The flower fields below are mysterious and weird under the faint light. Dots of phosphorescence are flying in the flowers, like dreams.

Of course, if you didn't see the "things" coming across from you, Zhao Huai might have been addicted to this beautiful scenery.

"Overside, opposite, what is that?" Zhao Huai's tone changed in shock.

Hei Wuchang glanced at the opposite side and replied calmly, "It's just a ghost messenger with a ghost, nothing to be surprised."

There was indeed a group of people walking towards this side, leading a man in black and blurred face. He was carrying a glittering silver chain in his hand, with a pair of ghosts tied behind the chain. He was walking towards this side step by step. The most terrifying thing was that many of the ghosts had incomplete bodies, some had half a hole in their heads, some had a big hole in their chests, and some were covered in blood, looking very sad. They made a crying sound as they walked. Zhao Huai plucked up his courage and found that they were walking barefoot in the flower field on the other side. Because the flower field was full of thorns, their legs and feet were all covered in blood, and a blood mark was dragged on the ground. However, after they passed, the blood mark disappeared automatically.

However, from the uninterrupted Wolf Crying Calligraphy, we can see how much pain these ghosts have suffered.

Whether intentionally or not, Bai Wuchang explained, "These ghosts have committed sins in the human world. Walking from thorns is just the first punishment. Lu Jue also needs to determine what kind of punishment they will accept next based on the crimes they have committed."

"Then, will these people all go to the eighteenth level of hell?" Zhao Huai asked with some thoughts.

"Don't think too much. Who thinks that who can enter the eighteenth level hell is the one who wants to enter the eighteenth level hell must have committed heinous sins during his lifetime. Other punishments, like the punishments of the eighteenth level hell, are nothing."

Zhao Huaixin was shocked - Is suicide a crime that is more serious than the crime committed by these ghosts?

The answer is naturally yes. It is important to know that there are countless creatures in the world, but the number of humans accounts for very small weight. Therefore, it is not known how lucky it is to be reincarnated as a human being. Some people are unwilling to cherish it because they commit suicide because they commit suicide by doing so insignificant things. Such people naturally commit serious crimes and many crimes are serious.

No one answered Zhao Huai, and Zhao Huai didn't dare to think about it anymore.

The ghosts got closer and closer, and Heibai Wuchang and Su Muzhe did not act evasive at all. Seeing that they were about to hit each other, Zhao Huaixin was secretly anxious, but the ghosts on the opposite side disappeared out of thin air. Hua Tianzhi returned to its original tranquility.

Hei and Bai Wuchang walked forward without stopping, and Zhao Huai saw several teams of ghosts along the way. No team was repeated, and their appearance was strange. At the beginning, Zhao Huai would be shocked, but later on, he became numb.

I don’t know how long I have been walking, but the sky here has not changed at all, and Zhao Huai has no tools to look at the time. Zhao Huai gradually heard the sound of the water flow, and as he moved forward, the sound of the water flow became clearer and clearer.

From this we infer that there should be a river not far ahead.

As for what the river in the underworld is, haha... everyone should be able to think about it.

After walking about a stick of incense, we finally reached the edge of the flower field. On the opposite side of the flower field, there is a black river. I don’t know how long this river is, and I can’t see the source or the end. On the river, there is a stone bridge with the word “Naihe”.

That’s right, here are Naihe Bridge and Wangchuan River.

Next to the Naihe Bridge, there is also a large stone about a few people tall. The stone surface is smooth and the light can be seen.

This stone is the Three Lives Stone. From then on, the figure of the ghost passing by is only put into the Three Lives Stone. You can see your past and present lives.

"Let's go, the entrance to the Eighteen-Story Hell is opposite the Wangchuan River. We need to pass through this Naihe Bridge."

Zhao Huai's steps stopped, and he said carefully, "Didn't it mean that as long as the ghost passes through this bridge, will he be reincarnated? I, I don't want to..."

"If you don't let you drink Mengpo soup, how could you be reincarnated? Don't think about it all the time." Bai Wuchang waved his hand, "Go away quickly, and there are other ghosts passing by from now on."

Isn't that true? There are still many white figures passing by the bridge at this time.

"Then, let's go." Zhao Huaixin was actually worried to death.

When he walked to the bridgehead of Naihe Bridge, Zhao Huaicai discovered that the Naihe Bridge was actually divided into three lower layers, but when he looked from a distance, there was only one layer. The colors of the three layers were different, the colors were bright red, the colors were black, and the colors on the bottom layer were dark black.

"The reason why this Naihe Bridge has three layers is for different ghosts, red, black, and the lower layer is black. The lower layer is more dangerous, and there are all lonely ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. In the middle of life, those who do good deeds go through the layer, those who do both good and evil go through the layer, and those who do all evil go through the layer. Of course, the lower layer is more dangerous, and the third layer is all lonely ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. Of course, those who can walk through the third layer are not simple characters in their lifetime. After they pass by here, they go down to the eighteen levels of hell and are punished."

Well, Su Muzhe has been here many times and is very familiar with these.

"Then which floor should we go?" Zhao Huai was very nervous, afraid that Su Muzhe would say they were going from the third floor. He had just seen that the ghosts on the third floor looked extremely vicious, and they could make people feel the strong and fierce aura from a distance.

(I compiled these contents. As a result, my roommate asked me why I was "not realistic"? I:...what, what did you say?!)

"Let's go to the first floor." Su Muzha's answer made Zhao Huai feel relieved.

When the four of them walked to the bridgehead, they automatically took the first red bridge deck. This bridge deck was not flat, but consisted of one step and one step.

They were walking on the steps, but suddenly a ghost came out of the fence of Naihe Bridge in front of them. Zhao Huai quickly leaned over to see and saw that he finally fell into the dark Forgetful River.

It was a young man who slowly floated up after falling into the river. However, the body below the head was soaked in the river.

"What's this for?" Zhao Huai was very surprised, thinking to himself, could the ghosts in the underworld still commit suicide by throwing the river?

Bai Wuchang also saw this scene, shook his head and sighed, "I am another infatuated person."

It turns out that all those who pass by the first bridge deck are ghosts who can be reincarnated as human beings. But before that, they must take a bowl of Mengpo soup from Mengpo, drink it all, forget all the things during their lifetime, and let go of all their concerns and obsessions. Some ghosts may be because of the person they care about in the sun. They are unwilling to forget this person after being reincarnated, but they cannot return, so they can only jump into the Forgetful River.

"Forget Rivers and Forget Rivers" are forbidden rivers, but they can ensure that the memories of these ghosts will never disappear. However, at the cost, their ghosts must be washed by the water of the Forget River. If the ghosts jump in, the water of the Forget Rivers will be like thick sulfuric acid. After the ghosts jump in, they will be corroded and flesh will be shedded. When the river water flows, the flesh will be born again and will be shedded, and they will suffer all the pain. If the person they are concerned about can still remember them when they cross the Naihe Bridge after death, they can fish them out from the river, and they can reincarnate together, and they can still remember each other in the next life. If they don't remember, the river people can only watch him (she) pass by the bridge. They cannot speak their mouths and cannot move their hands, and then they have suffered a thousand years of torture in the river before they can return to the bridge again and reincarnate.

In a thousand years, that person may have been in the sun for ten lifetimes. If he had bad luck, he would not be able to see him in the bridge for ten lifetimes.

This is really an extremely risky act. That's why Bai Wuchang sighed, "I am another infatuated person."

After hearing his explanation, Zhao Huai suddenly felt a little sad.

Su Muzhe didn't have much feeling - whether it was worth it or not, it was all the choices of these ghosts. The consequences of the choices made by themselves will naturally bear the consequences of them.

Actually, it is very fair.

"Let's go."

The four finally reached the highest point, and were also sitting in the middle of the Naihe Bridge. There was a small pavilion here, where a young woman sat in the pavilion. Whenever a ghost passed by, she would hand out a bowl of Mengpo soup and watch the ghosts drink the soup.

"Is this Meng Po?" Zhao Huai guessed.

"I finally guessed it right." Su Muzha said.

Zhao Huai's heart was not fluctuating, and he even wanted to laugh a little - it turned out that Lu was not a man but a gentle and beautiful woman. It turned out that the King of Hell was not a green face and fangs, but a good-looking woman (Yan Jin: Who are you careful to say?!), it turned out that Meng Po was not an old lady but a young woman. It turned out that black and white impermanence was not a hat that said that he made money when he said that he said that "I'm dead, how can I die?", holding a ghost-killing whip and a life-death book with a long tongue hanging ghosts......... (Black and white impermanence: We actually have ghost-killing whip and a life-death book, do you want to see it?_(:3"∠)_)

The underworld is completely different from what I imagined, he might have visited a fake underworld...

Seeing Hei Bai Wuchang bringing Su Muzhe and Zhao Huai over, Meng Po walked out of the pavilion and greeted them. She looked very young and was innocent and beautiful, completely opposite to the legendary "old lady".

"This is a soup I have developed today? Do you want to try it?" Meng Po's hand suddenly turned into a soup bowl, which was filled with steaming soup, which smelled strong and tempting.

But no matter how tempting, Zhao Huai didn't dare to drool at it. This is the soup sent by Meng Po, referred to as Meng Po soup. After drinking it, it is still permanent. Who! Dare! Drink it!

This Meng Po also gave this bowl of soup to the man named Su, but Hei Bai Wuchang didn't stop it. Are these people actually plotting to frame the man named Su? If he doesn't remember anything after drinking it, what should he do? Can't go back?

Zhao Huai's imagination gradually expanded far and far away. At this time, Su Muzhe actually took the soup bowl, blew the heat from the noodles, and slowly drank all the soup!

He! All! He drank! It was over! He didn't leave a gulp!

Zhao Huai's heart screamed loudly.

However, to his surprise, after Su Muzhe finished drinking, he did not lose memory. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb and praised, "This soup is indeed extremely delicious."

After receiving his praise, Meng Po smiled happily. He said to them, "Those guys, come over quickly, there are still souls waiting behind you."

"Okay, thank you Meng Po." Su Muzhe hugged her and clapped her fists.

The four of Hei and Bai Wuchang continued to walk forward.

Zhao Huai was already shocked and had not come back to his senses for a long time. Didn’t he lose all his memories after drinking Mengpo soup? Why did he get to this person named Su and everything is different? What’s going on?

"I'm not called 'the person named Su', my name is Su Muzhe." Su Muzhe said speechlessly, "Besides, the bowl of soup that Meng Po handed me just now was not Meng Po's soup, but an ordinary bowl of soup. Meng Po's duty is not just to feed the dead souls here. In fact, she is also a chef in this underworld, and her cooking skills are very good."

Perhaps because of the good cooking skills, Meng Po and Su Muzhe have a good relationship. Meng Po often invites Su Muzhe to eat the new dishes he has developed.

Listening to Su Muzhe's answer, Zhao Huaicai realized that he had accidentally asked all the questions in his heart. However, after listening to Su Muzhe's answer, he suddenly turned into a cold face: Haha, you guys are so happy.

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