The feeling of falling was too clear, and the pain of the golden elixir explosion swallowed up all the senses in an instant. In the silence, Chen Shi opened his eyes, and his narrowed pupils slowly focused.
Under the red sky, the dark breath flowed slowly, as if it were real. His trembling heart gradually calmed down in the deathly atmosphere. Chen Shi calmly looked at the sea of red flowers in front of him.
Flower of the other shore?
A stranger will not see a living Higanbana. In this case, he is dead.
Chen Shi drooped his eyelids, covering his expression. Looking from a distance, he seemed to be neither sad nor happy.
Ruoyuanruowu's sobs came, and he turned his head to follow the sound, and saw a woman running in the opposite direction of Bianhua. She ran away countless times and reappeared in the same place countless times. She finally stopped and turned her head.
He looked at the sea of flowers with tears in his eyes, neither daring nor willing to take a step. Chen Shi laughed silently, not knowing what he was feeling in his heart, so he calmed down and walked on the only road here.
Huangquan Road.
The man was dressed in white, with his long robe hanging down. He walked through the sea of red flowers with a peaceful expression, not like a dead ghost, but like a tourist on an outing.
Under the Naihe Bridge, the water of the River of Forgetfulness flowed quietly. Chen Shi lowered his eyes and found that all the scenes from the past were in it. He saw that he was unwilling to accept his fate, and finally used day and night to go back to the past, finally disrupting time, and ended up dead.
The corpse, the fate of the golden elixir breaking into pieces.
It's time to let go.
He stepped on the bridge again and saw a kind-hearted old woman with a bowl of soup in her hand.
Meng Po Tang, this underworld looks similar to the one in the legend. Maybe some ghost told the story to the human world.
Chen Shi nodded, took the soup bowl, took it seriously, and drank it one mouthful at a time. He felt that the soup had the sweetness of beans and was quite delicious. After drinking, he returned the bowl to Po Meng and smiled at her.
Laughed.
That smile makes people feel like a spring breeze.
But Po Meng didn't say anything and just stared at him. Chen Shi was surprised and had to ask: "Mother-in-law, where should I go next?"
Wangchuan proves that he is really obedient.
You must know that he has always had bad luck, so he had to use all his manpower, organize everything, and arrange everything painstakingly. He never left the decision-making power to others.
After Chen Shi finished speaking, he quietly waited for instructions.
Po Meng didn't say anything and just continued to stare at him, which made Chen Shi feel scared.
After a while, she served him another bowl of Meng Po soup.
Chen Shi:?
Although he didn't understand why he had to drink two bowls, it was rare that he didn't have to think about it. Chen Shi felt that after dying for the last time, he had no desire to control his obsessive-compulsive disorder. After all, he was dead. No matter how bad his luck was, what could he do? Thinking of this, he
I just feel a sense of relief in my heart. I have practiced hard for so long, and only after death can I have some leisure. I have really failed in this life.
He didn't ask any questions, took the soup and drank it all in one gulp.
But he didn't want Po Meng to still stare at him.
Want to come again? Chen Shi was puzzled, but felt a little indifferent, and finished the third bowl of soup under Po Meng's strange eyes.
It tasted pretty good, even a little full. Did the ghost feel full? The young ghost was distracted and returned the bowl to Po Meng, hoping there wouldn't be a fourth bowl.
"Are you kidding me?" Po Meng said in a hoarse voice without taking the bowl.
Chen Shi was a little shocked and felt that he had suffered a huge injustice.
"Don't you think something is wrong?" Po Meng continued.
What's wrong? He drank the soup honestly and didn't make any small moves. If it had been in the past, he might have hidden it... Well, before, before?
How come he still remembers what happened before?
Chen Shi's hands shook, and the soup bowl spun in his hands, almost falling to the ground, but he held it again with both hands.
Holding the bowl, he finally realized that drinking Meng Po's soup was ineffective. He stared at Po Meng in confusion, feeling that his rebirth was not going well.
Could it be that his luck had gone all the way from the human world to the underworld? After all, he was a little unwilling and asked, "Is your soup bad?"
After saying this, the ghosts lining up behind became a little commotion, and Po Meng's kind face also became ferocious for a moment.
Seeing this, Chen Shi hurriedly comforted him: "Maybe it's because of my good memory. I can even remember the breakfast ten years ago. It should be fine if I drink a few more bowls."
Po Meng looked at him suspiciously and served him another bowl.
Chen Shi drank it, it was still delicious, and he still didn't forget the past.
Po Meng's wrinkled hands slightly swept over her eyes, as if she was casting some kind of spell. Then she looked through Chen Shi towards the Wangchuan River for a while, and then she said quietly: "You haven't had breakfast in twenty years."
Yes, of course I remember what I had for breakfast ten years ago."
Why are you still looking through other people's memories? Chen Shi was a little unhappy.
When his temper got worse, he would hold his neck and not reply, but his face showed the appearance of a gentle young man, which was very deceptive.
The commotion from the ghosts lining up behind was even louder.
Po Meng was in a bit of a dilemma. Ever since Meng Po Soup was served, some resisted and some begged for mercy. In the end, they were all forced to drink by the ghosts. However, I have never encountered anyone who was so cooperative but had no effect.
Did I use the wrong beans today?
Po Meng thought to herself, but she thought of the smooth ghost ahead and gave up her doubts.
She filled another bowl and handed it to Chen Shi. She hit it under the tip of his nose with a firm movement.
Hundreds of years of life were as peaceful as water. She was serving soup at Naihe Bridge, watching all the creatures face death. Her heart was older than her appearance, but this Chen Shi aroused her temper.
Five bowls, six bowls, seven bowls, eight bowls, nine bowls, ten bowls... The pot was almost bottomed out, but Chen Shi still remembered what happened before he was alive.
"Mother-in-law." A pale look appeared on Chen Shi's face.
Po Meng was overjoyed, it finally worked?
"You're a little bit exhausted, can you take a break?" he said sincerely.
Po Meng's face turned gloomy again, and Chen Shi smiled regardless of her unkind expression.
He felt that after a while, the old man in front of him lost his kindness and kindness. Of course he understood that a long time ago, when he was having trouble, he probably had the same expression, with colorful expressions.
But over time, he got used to it and didn't want to show it on his face anymore.
After all, there are too many things going wrong for him, so even if he doesn't need any extra care, it will be regarded as a pretense.
The road to immortality is full of dangerous peaks, and every step is like walking on thin ice, which is tiring.
This smile was due to the sudden kindness, and it relieved some of the depression in my heart after I was no longer depressed.
I just didn't think about the old man who was so angry that he was smoking.
Po Meng waved her hands irritably, filled a bowl of soup and handed it to the next ghost. The ghost glanced at Chen Shi, then at Po Meng, with trembling eyes, and drank the soup hesitantly.
After the bowl of soup was finished, his eyes gradually lost their sparkle and his figure became lighter. Then he blinked his eyes in confusion and subconsciously drifted towards the Samsara Pond.
Po Meng's mood improved a little.
Chen Shi rubbed his stomach and digested his food quietly. Seeing that his face turned cloudy again, Po Meng also stared at Chen Shi with a sinister look. Then she saw a round circle on Chen Shi's occasionally exposed wrist.
shaped purple mark.
Po Meng's eyes paused.
"What is this?" She came to Chen Shi and grabbed his hand.
Being caught suddenly, Chen Shi was very unhappy and said, "Let go." There was distant displeasure in his eyes.
"What is this?" Po Meng tightened her grip.
His displeasure turned cold, and Chen Shi moved his right hand, turning his palm into a knife and about to cut it off. But as soon as he moved his hand, he realized something.
The sky in the underworld is dark red, and the black Lethe River flows quietly, cold, solemn, and lifeless. This is not the mortal world. He is a lonely soul with no friends or enemies. There is no need to get angry with the old woman. It was agreed upon
,lay down.
He is already a ghost, and maybe he has no magic power at all. You know, with such strength in the past, it was more than enough to break other people's arms, but what will happen now?
There is no need to know.
Chen Shi turned the chop into a support, and with a slight movement of his mind, a purple jade ball appeared on his right hand. There was a cone-shaped white jade base under the ball, which looked mysterious and simple.
"Day and night." There was a sigh in his voice, and he finally understood the reason why Meng Po Soup was ineffective.
After spending most of his life day and night, he failed to save his life in the end. In this situation, where he could not forget his past, was it also because of it? This chapter has been completed!