Wang Jingzhe did not resist. After being detained by the Ghost King and Yeyou, he was taken directly to Huangquan Road and walked along Huangquan Road towards Naihe Bridge. He was about to cross the bridge and entered the underworld.

Along the way, since the Ghost Gate was closed, there were many lonely ghosts on the Huangquan Road, queuing in a daze, especially more people waiting to drink soup in front of the Naihe Bridge.

Wang Jingzhe was mixed in the ghost group and looked around with expressionless face. These were reported by people who had just died recently. They were all kinds of strange things, and they all had everything, just like a ghost in front of him, his entire right half of his body was broken, obviously being smashed by great force, and the other party looked quite young, only in his twenties or thirties.

Wang Jingzhe looked at the other person a few times, sighed, and asked, "Brother, are you so worried about it? You jumped down?"

The other party did not look up, lowered his head and said "um", his voice dry, hoarse and a little sob.

"Why?..." Wang Jingzhe shook his head.

Those who commit suicide enter the underworld will not be recognized by the normal state of death in the underworld. From a rule point of view, they cannot be reincarnated within a few decades of suicide and must be punished. They will be imprisoned in purgatory and suffer until the evil is eliminated.

Why is this?

The life of a person, the body and hair, is recognized by the great way. If you end your life by committing suicide, it is undoubtedly equivalent to resisting the laws of heaven and human relations. Who will God punish you if you do not punish?

Birth, old age, sickness and death are common human emotions, and other than that, they are not among the common human emotions. Many facts are like this. Those who commit suicide do not enter the cycle of reincarnation. Those who drown and die will most of them turn into water ghosts, and those who are killed will become even more unwilling. Ninety-nine percent will become ghosts of the dead. Therefore, people still have to be born, old age, sickness and death, otherwise it is not only you who suffer, but also the people around you.

Wang Jingzhe followed the ghosts in line to move up the Naihe Bridge. After crossing the Naihe Bridge, he was Wangxiangtai. There was an old woman on the stage holding a bowl of soup. This is Mengpo soup. After drinking it, you can forget all the love, hate, and love in your previous life. It can make you completely forget everything and then become a new person.

It is said that Mengpo Soup was prepared from the tenth halls and some medicinal materials. As for the authenticity, there is no way to know it.

When Wang Jingzhe was in the process, Meng Po frowned as soon as she handed over a bowl of soup, looking at the ghost king and asked, "A strange person?"

"Meng Po, this person's soul is not restricted. For some reason, our soul-detention rope cannot produce his three souls and seven spirits, so he sent it to Naihe Bridge and asked you to drink a bowl of Mengpo soup for him to see if he can draw his soul out again."

Meng Po shook her head and said, "This does not comply with the rules, no one can live."

Ye Hao said: "He violated the underworld, broke into the underworld without authorization, injured Yinchao, and stole the other side of the Wangchuan River, and secretly released the souls of the Wangchuan River. This punishment is enough for him to be taken to purgatory and tortured."

Wang Jingzhe said contemptuously: "When you touch your lips, what do you think?"

The Ghost King said, "What else do you have to admit? The Ghost Gate is open. Are you trespassing into the underworld?"

Wang Jingzhe turned his head and gave them a look of despicability, and he didn't want to explain at all. At this time, nothing he said was useless. In the underworld, Yinba still had the final say with Yin Shuai. He even had a hundred mouths, but he couldn't tell it. After all, he was indeed trespassing in the underworld.

Yeyou said to Mengpo: "You can drink Mengpo soup first. Then I will take him to the judge to make a case. He is sure of the guilt. It depends on how it is broken. But no matter what, if you want to enter the underworld, you must take his soul. No matter how you want to enter the underworld, you must not enter a stranger."

"Your soul-retaining rope failed to pull out his soul. Are you sure my bowl of Mengpo soup is OK?"

Ghost King and Yeyou were stunned. It was true that this question had not been considered, what if it was not possible?

Wang Jingzhe smiled and waved his hand and said, "I also want to be low-key, but my strength does not allow it..."

The Ghost King gritted his teeth and said, "Give him some soup!"

When Wang Jingzhe brought a bowl of Mengpo soup, he was actually hesitant and was jokingly pounding in his heart. Should he drink this bowl of soup?

To be honest, Wang Jingzhe was also a little scared. He had never heard of anyone living, who had drunk Mengpo soup, naturally he didn't know what the result was. So everything was just a bet?

Does Wang Jingzhe have a chance to resist? He can even guarantee that if he tried his best, he might escape from the Naihe Bridge at this time. Even the Ghost King and Yeyou may not be able to keep him, but Wang Jingzhe did not want to do so.

For a person who has been punished by God and may die at the age of 30, the hardships suffered before the age of 30 are actually passing by. Anyway, I may not be able to survive thirty. Do I still need to care about this?

So, Wang Jingzhe wanted to take a try, but he wanted to try it out. Will this bowl of Mengpo soup have any impact on his three souls and seven spirits after drinking it?

If so, it's better.

If not, it wouldn't be too late for him to run again.

Wang Jingzhe took Mengpo soup and put it to his mouth. He added a sip. It was tasteless and tasteless, just like a bowl of water.

"Gudu, Gudu..." Wang Jingzhe immediately raised his head and drank it. He drank it all in just a blink of an eye.

When he drank a bowl of Mengpo soup, Wang Jingzhe suddenly had a very wonderful feeling, as if his life was slowly regressing in a reversed form.

Wang Jingzhe first remembered the moment when he sent Mao Xiaocao and Chen Sansui away before the Ghost Sect, and then thought of the scene where he and Miss Cao were walking side by side when they were in Liangshui City.

In Chang'an City, in Longxi, on the Wei River.

"Young man listened to the rain and rafted on the water, red candles were faint in the silk tent, and the middle-aged man listened to the rain and the river was wide and the clouds were low, and the broken geese called the west wind"

"Now I hear the rain under the Wei River, my temples are already covered with stars, and my joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and I will be in front of the steps until dawn."

"Just call me Xiaocao..."

"My name is Wang Jingzhe, I was born on the day of Jingzhe"

Wang Jingzhe's mind was getting backwards faster and faster, and scenes of the past were quickly flipping.

Until Wang Jingzhe suffocated his breath, closed his eyes quietly, and then slowly fell to the ground.

The Ghost King breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mengpo Soup seems to have worked. Take out his three souls and seven spirits and send them to the tenth palace."
Chapter completed!