Lianhua felt that she had a long dream, dreaming of a poignant love story. Slowly opened his eyes, saw the person next to him, a shallow smile hooked up the corner of his mouth, and there was an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

The warm feeling of his fingertips was that he gently held his hand, a wonderful feeling, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he fell into a stupor.

When I woke up again, I was already in Yunqing Palace, and I didn't see that person around me, and my fingertips didn't have that warm feeling, so I really couldn't tell if it was a dream or not?

I don't know how long I slept this night, after all, I am the king of Hades, and I should go back to the underworld to see. The underworld.

Since the succession, it has not been back for thousands of years, and this underworld is very orderly under the management of the Great Emperors and the Ten Hall Yamas.

Invisible figure, walking in the underworld. Since she is the king of the underworld, she should find a good place to go, she is not in charge of the affairs of the underworld, and the mansion can't be too public, thinking about it, she thought of a place.

Passing through the 800-mile Yellow Spring, walking along the road like the bloody Manzhu Shahua, the end of the Lechuan River is Biluo. This place is extremely cold, and it is a suitable place for self-cultivation.

Find the source of the extreme cold, it is actually the jade bed that I have been lying on for thousands of years, and take a closer look at the ancient ice jade, my own life is cold jade, and the ice jade is the same race, and the foundation for himself is excellent.

Look around, this place is too cold, if it weren't for the ancient gods, you can't get to this place, it's just quiet, this place is good, anyway, you have nothing to do, it's also very good to sleep in this good place for hundreds of years.

After choosing the place of Qing cultivation, continue to wander around the underworld. Looking at the dead souls on the bridge, they have to go to Meng Po's to drink a bowl of soup before entering reincarnation, saying that after drinking that soup, they will forget the past, and then reincarnate.

Lianhua was very curious about the Meng Po soup, walked to the pot, stirred it with a spoon, didn't feel any taste, and tasted it.

"Girl, this Meng Po soup is not something to drink casually. ”

"It doesn't smell like anything. Lianhua took a sip and didn't taste anything.

"Meng Po, do you say that drinking this soup will really forget the past?

"This soup will have no effect on the undead soul, but it will have no effect on the immortal body. Lianhua hid her figure, and Meng Po couldn't see her true body, but she could see that she was immortal.

"I see. Meng Po, when this underworld was opened, were you here?"

"Yes, the old body has been here since the opening of the underworld. ”

"It's been many years, and you're the only woman in this underworld, don't you feel bitter?"

"Slowly, I got used to it. Lianhua stayed by Meng Po's side when she had nothing to do and handed Meng Po soup. Listening to those dead souls tell their stories, she knew that people have seven emotions and six desires, it turned out that the clay figures she helped Nuwa Niangniang pinch actually had emotions that God did not have, listening to their stories, Lianhua was thinking about what were seven emotions and six desires, and what it was like to have seven emotions and six desires.

There are many souls who want to be reincarnated every day, and there are also those who are unwilling to be reincarnated, most of those who are unwilling to be reincarnated are some crazy men and women, who want to reincarnate later, and so on The person in their hearts, but few people wait, and finally drink the Meng Po soup with regret and reincarnation.