After a person dies, the consciousness of the undead remains.

And the place here is the path between the undead world and reality... After hearing what Zhu Jiang said, Qin Mo couldn't come back to his senses for a moment.

Just like the mythological stories I have seen before, it suddenly became real, but through Zhu Jiang's statement, it sounds different from the underworld... Zhu Jiang also saw Qin Mo's doubts.

He smiled and explained, "It's indeed different from the underworld."

"In the mythological system of China, after death, people will be reincarnated through the underworld, talking about merits and so on. In the world of the Temple of the Dead, there is no such statement, and there is no such statement as reincarnation."

"A consciousness after death, after entering the Temple of the Dead, is equivalent to opening up the life of the world of consciousness."

"In that world, all life is eternal, but it always has no intersection with the real world. Here..." Zhu Jiang looked around, "It is the only intersection."

Qin Mo was stunned, "How do you know this?"

“Because I’ve been there.”

Zhu Jiangdao.

"How did you get there?"

Qin Mo couldn't wait to ask.

Zhu Jiang replied, "By sleeping here, you can enter the Temple of Dead."

"Because this is the closest place to the Temple of the Dead, and the way to enter the Temple of the Dead can only be achieved by using consciousness, not by the body. Sleeping here is the only way."

Qin Mo scratched his head, "Then why...why are you trapped here?"

Qin Mo was too puzzled about this strange place.

He even suspected that the Zhu Jiang in front of him was fake, and it was not necessarily Long Yuan who pretended to be a fool to him.

Zhu Jiang said, "You can't leave after entering the path of the undead. This is a dead end that will be circulated forever. No matter how far you go, you will only be lost here forever."

As he said that, Zhu Jiang took off his shoes.

A strong smell of old sauerkraut pierced Qin Mo's nostrils, almost making him vomit.

This foot...is eye-catching.

Old feet, that's right.

"Hehe, sorry."

Zhu Jiang smiled and scratched her head in a naive way, "I haven't washed my feet for several years, it smells a little..." Is this a little smell?

Damn it almost sent me away. Qin Mo complained wildly in his heart, saying it was okay, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Seeing Zhu Jiang's dark feet, their toes were completely deformed and their soles were severely deformed. Qin Mo couldn't help but be stunned.

“I first entered this place and took two years to walk.”

Zhu Jiang put on her shoes again, "but she couldn't get out."

"In this place, there will be no physical discomfort, no hunger, no sleepiness, no thirst, and no desire to go to the toilet."

"I have been walking for two years and am on this endless and long road of loneliness."

"So..." Zhu Jiang stared at Qin Mo and said word by word, "I can't get out of here at all!"

Qin Mo swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and his back felt cold.

"No...is there any other way?"

Qin Mo stuttered.

Zhu Jiang smiled bitterly, "Yes! Of course there is! Breaking the rules of the Hall of Dead! Just like humans want to break the rules of nature, it is so difficult."

"It's harder than killing the sky?"

Qin Mo was unwilling to ask.

Zhu Jiang answered seriously, "Yes! It's harder than killing the sky!"

"After all, the way of heaven evolved from humans, but the Temple of the Undead itself exists under nature and is a link in the entire earth's ecosystem. No matter how strong the way of heaven is, can it destroy the earth?"

Qin Mo was silent.

He probably understood what Zhu Jiang meant.

If the entire earth is divided into three major worlds, the mirror and the mirror belong to the world where humans live, and the Temple of the Dead is the world where dead people or dead creatures live in the two major worlds.

The path of the undead is the undead in the real world. The road leading to the temple of the undead is likely to exist somewhere in the mirror.

What made Qin Mo most collapse was that he couldn't get out of here at all.

The only possibility that Zhu Jiang said was completely illusory.

"Oh! By the way!"

Zhu Jiang patted his forehead, "The "Mirror Locking Magic" you are looking for is in the hands of the Lord of the Dead Palace. He will not give you that thing."

"Why?

Who is he?"

Zhu Jiang sat on the ground and replied casually, "Who is he...uh...how do you say it..." "It's equivalent to mirrors on the upper and lower sides. There is a way of heaven in the two worlds."

Zhu Jiang suddenly thought of the metaphor and hurriedly said, "He is equivalent to the way of heaven in the undead world! He controls the laws of operation of the undead world."

"As for why he won't give it to you..." "Because, blocking the Immortal God Well is not good for him."

"As long as the Immortal God Well is open, a large number of people will die, and more fresh blood will flow into the world of the undead, which is far more fresh blood than the peaceful era."

Qin Mo was puzzled, "But "Mirror Locking Divine Technique" should be in the real world at the beginning!"

“How did he get to the real world?

Didn’t you say that you would be separated forever?”

"I don't know this."

Zhu Jiang shrugged, "I also met Lao Qin, and I probably understood it."

"Old Qin?"

"Well, it's your father."

Zhu Jiang said, "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have even returned to the Undead Path. I'm afraid I'll stay in the Undead World for the rest of my life. Now I'm still looking forward to it."

As he said that, he smiled helplessly, "Of course, this hope is also slim."

"What does this... mean?"

Qin Mo was confused and struggled to absorb Uncle Zhu's words.

Zhu Jiang explained, "Once you enter the world of the dead, you must pass through the Dead Bridge and you must drink Guling soup. Once you pass that bridge and drink that bowl of soup, you will stay there forever, become a resident of the Dead Temple and never be able to come out again."

"The first time I entered, when I stepped onto the bridge, I was stopped by Lao Qin who suddenly appeared."

"I heard him say a lot."

Zhu Jiang said, "That was my first time entering the undead world and the last time."

After thinking about it carefully, he continued, "This has happened a few years ago. I have never slept again. Fortunately, I can't feel sleepy in the endless path of the dead."

As he said that, he sighed again, "Oh, but thinking about it, it's better to enter the undead world and be able to brag about drinking with Lao Qin to sow girls..." "Stay here, there is only endless loneliness and long years, and having only body and that slim hope is simply a pain."

Qin Mo was immersed in his thoughts, "It sounded like Naiheqiao and Mengpo Soup..." "It's different from that."

Zhu Jiang shook his head, "In the myth, after drinking Mengpo soup, you can forget the memories of your previous life. After crossing the Naihe Bridge, you can be reincarnated and reincarnated and return to the human world."

"Guling Tang and Deyouqiao are not."

Zhu Jiang said seriously, "After crossing the Death Bridge and drinking Guling Soup, there is no way back. I can only stay in the Undead World and will never forget my memories."
Chapter completed!