"Yes! Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva asked us to wait at the endless river of blood a few months ago. But, what secrets are hidden in them? How can Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva pay so much attention to them?"
"This is no longer within the scope of our jurisdiction! There are some things that it is better for us to know less about! By the way, why don't you return the boy's Dark Soul Stone?"
"Give it back? Why should I give it to him when I got it based on my own ability?"
…
Qin Nan and the Colorful Dragon were unaware of the conversation between the two ghost yakshas.
The cold wind whimpers and the soul trembles.
One person and one dragon have stepped onto the Naihe Bridge.
In front of them was a long line of human-shaped dragons, which could not be seen at a glance.
The humanoid dragon is full of lonely ghosts who died in vain. Some of them have disheveled hair, some are as demented as dreams, some are angry and roaring, and some are crying to the sky...
But no matter what the state is, after drinking that bowl of Meng Po soup, the expressions of all the ghosts crossing the bridge become extremely peaceful, and everything will appear so calm.
"Senior, what exactly is this place? Do we really want to be reincarnated again after drinking Meng Po Soup?"
Qin Nan looked confused.
If this is really the case, wouldn't he be reincarnated in the ancient world?
Qin Nan couldn't help but shudder when he thought that he was "ascended" to the ancient world in the form of a baby.
The middle-aged man who transformed into a colorful dragon had an unusually solemn expression.
"Boy, this is the underworld, and everything is controlled by the Ten Palaces of Yama. And this reincarnation belongs to the ghost king Meng Po. After drinking Meng Po soup for a while, remember to try your best to control your mind."
He stared ahead and continued to transmit:
"The Naihe Bridge is unpredictable. No matter what you hear or see, you have to pretend that nothing happened, pretend to be demented, and stagger towards the middlemost reincarnation channel."
"good!"
Qin Nan restrained his mind and did not dare to do anything unusual again.
The middle-aged man transformed into a colorful dragon is in the front, and he is in the back.
The dark wind roared and there were many ghosts.
On Naihe Bridge, no ghost dares to leave the team midway, and no one dares to cause trouble here.
Soon, one person and one dragon saw an old woman with a stooped body.
The center of Naihe Bridge.
The old woman has gray hair and a kind face.
He was hunched over, holding a wooden spoon with trembling hands, and was scooping out bowl after bowl of Meng Po soup from a bronze cauldron.
"Is this the ghost king Meng Po? Why can't I feel any fluctuations of ghost energy in him?"
Qin Nan subconsciously spread out his spiritual thoughts to detect the old woman's aura.
Suddenly, a powerful and solemn force directly crushed Qin Nan's spiritual thoughts and became invisible.
"puff!"
Qin Nan felt tightness in his chest and almost vomited blood on the spot.
"Boy, if you really want to have your memories of this life wiped out! Just continue to use your spiritual sense to explore! Remember! This is the underworld. Let alone you, even when I was at my peak, I would not dare to make trouble here!
"
The voice of the colorful dragon exploded in Qin Nan's sea of consciousness.
He seemed extremely angry, and his words were full of blame and fear.
Qin Nan raised his eyes and stared ahead.
When he saw that the old woman didn't notice anything strange here, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
If the soul memory of this life is really wiped out, even if he successfully reincarnates into the ancient world, he will no longer be able to recognize Luo Yitian, Qin Shuang'er, Xiao Liansheng, and Qing'er in the future.
"Thank you, senior, for reminding me!"
Qin Nan finally realized the seriousness of the matter.
Even at the risk of being exposed, the colorful dragon wants to crush his spiritual thoughts and prevent him from exploring Ghost King Meng Po. This alone is enough to prove how terrifying Ghost King Meng Po is.
He calmed down and followed the colorful dragon quietly.
The cold wind whimpers and the soul floats.
Finally, the next one ahead is the colorful dragon.
Qin Nan followed. At this time, he was only two meters away from Ghost King Meng Po. Looking at it at such a close distance, he finally felt the terror of Ghost King Meng Po.
The white-haired old woman trembled with her hands, seemingly barely holding up the wooden spoon. In fact, every move she made coincided with the great road of heaven and earth. The great road unified and returned to its original nature. Everything seemed so slow.
"Ashes return to dust, soil returns to soil, a hundred years of life pass by in a hurry, drink a bowl of hot soup from the old woman, forget all the worries in the past life, and reborn cleanly...".
After the man in front left, the middle-aged man who had transformed into a colorful dragon had just stepped forward when the Ghost King Meng Po suddenly spoke.
Her voice is very soft and can soothe people's hearts and make them as calm as water, creating a state of detachment and forgetfulness of things and myself.
Qin Nan lowered his head, secretly watching carefully.
The body of the middle-aged man who transformed into a colorful dragon trembled for a moment. He took the Meng Po soup and drank it in one gulp.
The next moment, his eyes became extremely soft, his whole face softened in an instant, and the aura around him was like rivers flowing into the sea, converging into his body, and all his demonic power disappeared without a trace.
"What a terrible Meng Po soup! Could this guy really be assimilated by the medicinal power in the soup and erase the memory of this life?"
A hint of fear flashed deep in Qin Nan's eyes.
But he quickly regained his composure.
Now that the matter has come to this, he must not show any signs of it.
After the middle-aged man transformed into a colorful dragon stepped forward, Qin Nan could only bite the bullet and get in front of the old woman.
"Child, you are finally here!"
Suddenly, the white-haired old woman stopped ladling soup and raised her eyes to look at Qin Nan. Her eyes were soft and her voice was like warmth flowing into her heart, which made people feel sour.
"Senior, do you know me?"
Qin Nan asked subconsciously.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
"Oops! We're in big trouble now!"
He exclaimed secretly.
But when he raised his head and looked at the white-haired old woman, she was as stunned as a wood carving and clay sculpture.
"Mother... mother! Is it you? Mother!"
Qin Nan stared at the white-haired old woman. At this moment, he couldn't believe his eyes.
The white-haired old woman in front of him actually looked exactly like his biological mother. Not only that, even the tone of her voice and the expression in her eyes were the same.
"Child, you have suffered a lot these years!"
The white-haired old woman trembled her lips.
She put down the wooden spoon tremblingly and reached out to take Qin Nan into her arms.
"Mom! It's really you! Mom, I finally found you...".
Qin Nan felt like he was in a dream, but at this moment, he could no longer think so much.
The white-haired old woman in front of him was just like his mother except that she looked older than his biological mother.
Qin Nan threw herself into Po Meng's arms, tears welling up in her eyes.
At this moment, he is no longer Tianlong, the master of both worlds, nor is he the sword god who dominates the world and kills decisively!
At this moment, he is just a child, a wanderer returning home from his own way.
He lay in Po Meng's arms, hugging her tightly with his hands, and burst into tears. Gradually, he fell into a deep sleep in a haze.
In his sleep, he returned to Jianzun Continent, a small town on the edge of Dongzhou.
"Nan'er, come on. Mom has prepared a fine animal skin armor for you. Put it on, and my son will definitely become an upright little man in the future."
"Hehehe...silly brother, come quickly!"
"Shuang'er, let go of my armor! My mother sewed it for me...".
…
Memories poured into his heart like a tide, and Qin Nan suddenly felt like a dream.