The space is stretched open.

On the outside is Wang Dazhu's hut, and inside is a path full of flowers.

And this path seems to be a rift connecting two time and space, and is the gate of hell.

Lao Hei walked into the gate of hell and stepped onto the road of the underworld. With his hand stretched, he pulled Lu Ming and Wang Dazhu staggered and walked into the gate of hell.

The fragrance of flowers...

Ghostly...

cold……

The world of the world and the "heaven" are completely different scenery.

The taste is different, the scenery is different, and the environment is different. Even if Lu Ming turns his head, he can still see Xiao Gao and others, but the surrounding scenery undoubtedly tells Lu Ming that he is no longer alive...

"This is a bit disappointing."

Lu Ming muttered, causing Lao Hei to turn his head.

"What?"

"nothing."

The old slander didn't say much, and didn't ask much, he pulled Lu Ming and Wang Dazhu forward with the chain.

As Xiaobai also entered the gate of hell and set foot on the road of the underworld, the gate of hell is closed and yin and yang are isolated.

...

Cold, depressing.

On the lonely road to the underworld, only four people walked straight forward.

At first, Lu Ming just felt that the place was a little cold, but as he walked for about three minutes, Lu Ming felt a weakness emanating from the inside out.

If a living person is eroded by ghost energy for a long time, he will inevitably become weak and lose his spirit - and the situation Lu Ming is facing now is probably an upgraded and enhanced version of ghost energy.

Lu Ming's ** is essentially human. He entered the underworld with his human body. Even if he had a shared spirit to protect his body, he could not avoid the pain of some ghost energy entering his body.

But it's not a big deal.

After walking forward for another two minutes, the Huangquan Road became wider, and the shadows of others appeared on the Huangquan Road.

——More little white old blacks.

——And the more ghosts and even inferior ghosts dragged by them.

Lu Ming even saw scattered figures of bullheads and horse faces, and what they were holding was the breath flowing from the middle or even high-level evil spirits - the bullheads and horse faces. It was probably between the higher and lower-level evil spirits.

From this scene, Lu Ming probably understood a little.

This strange phenomenon called the underworld is just a guy who bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong. The evil spirits cannot be caught and may not dare to provoke them, let alone the evil spirits.

While thinking, Lu Ming looked up as if he was feeling something. He heard the sound of water flowing in his ears. About three minutes later, a long black river came into Lu Ming's eyes.

The river is named Wangchuan.

There are bridges on the Forget River.

The name of the bridge is Naihe.

The Forget River, the Naihe Bridge.

This underworld is born from the belief of human beings and is in line with the imagination of most people - the gate of hell, the road of the underworld, the bridge of Naihe, and the Forgetful River. It will give you a clear idea.

The Naihe Bridge is wide and enough for dozens of people to walk side by side. Xiaobai Laohei took Lu Ming and Wang Dazhu to the Naihe Bridge, and soon walked across the bridge and came to a dirt platform.

Xiaobai smiled and spoke.

"Do you know what this is?"

After entering the underworld, Wang Dazhu seemed to be much more awake. Without Lu Ming's words, Wang Dazhu had already answered: "Wangxiangtai!"

"There is a Mengpo Pavilion next to Wangxiangtai, and there is Mengpo's soup in the pavilion..."

Wang Dazhu wanted to talk, but Lu Ming stopped him with his eyes. It was not surprising that Xiaobai and Lao Hei saw it, but just pointed to Wang Xiangtai.

"Today we two have just opened. You two are our first achievements. We will give you some convenience. Go to Wangxiangtai to take a look at the world for the last time, and then return to dust and soil. Then, drink Mengpo soup and go to the King of Hell Palace to be reincarnated..."

Wang Dazhu turned his head and looked at Lu Ming with expectations. Lu Ming nodded slightly after seeing this.

This man still can't let go of his son.

Watching Wang Dazhu walk up to Wangxiangtai, he could see Wang Dazhu standing alone, as if attracted by some scene. He slowly shed tears until Lao Hei pulled Wang Dazhu down with his shackles.

"It's not advisable to see more."

Lao Hei spoke like this, Xiaobai looked at Lu Ming with a smile: "You go and take a look?"

Lu Ming nodded.

He was quite curious.

What Wangxiangtai presents to himself is the picture of the copy world or the picture of the real world.

Walking onto the Wangxiangtai, Lu Ming could sense a faint ghostly energy that flexibly penetrated into his brain. Lu Ming did not resist and accepted it completely until the light and shadow flashed in front of him, but soon, Lu Ming shook his head disappointed.

Not a real world picture.

Not even a real-time picture of the copy world.

The operating principle of Wangxiangtai is quite simple - it is to pour ghost energy into your mind, check your memories and create illusions.

So, what Wang Dazhu saw was fake...

The few tears he shed were in vain.

Xiaobai Laohei didn't know what Lu Ming saw, and they didn't care. When they saw Lu Ming walking down Wangxiangtai, Laohei dragged Lu Ming and Wang Dazhu to the Mengpo Pavilion at the bridge.

In the pavilion, an old woman with wrinkled face and a ghostly aura stood at the entrance of the pavilion, and a large pot of yellow soup was placed in front of her.

Seeing Lu Ming and Wang Dazhu coming, Meng Po started to whisper, and the vicissitudes of life added a strange tone, which came into the ears of a man and a ghost, as if it had a strange magic power.

"There are many troubles in the past, and there is no return home at the end of Forgetful River."

"It's better to forget each other than recalling."

"It's better to forget each other..."

You can see that Wang Dazhu, who had returned to his mind after entering the underworld, returned to the stupid look of a medium ghost as he sang. He couldn't help but walk forward, took the bowl from Meng Po's hand, and drank the yellow soup in the bowl.

So Wang Dazhu felt even more dull.

Lao Hei pulled Wang Dazhu back with a shackle. Lu Ming raised his legs and walked forward, and came to Meng Po.

The shadow protects the body, Lu Ming is not afraid of Meng Po’s songs - just like he is not afraid of looking at the memories of Wangxiangtai.

But he still imitated Wang Dazhu's appearance, his head was stunned and his eyes were confused.

Until Lu Ming saw Meng Po holding the bowl used by Wang Dazhu, he directly inserted it into the pot to put a bowl of soup...

Her fingers were soaked in the soup...

It turns out that Meng Po doesn’t wash dishes and doesn’t care about hygiene.

This is really disgusting.

Lu Ming was almost disgusted so much that he started Plan B directly, but he couldn't help but hear the chef's voice coming from his body.

"Drink soup."

After looking at Meng Po, who was of low-level evil spirit power, Lu Mingqiang took a breath, took the soup bowl, and stuffed the soup in one breath.

The strong ghost energy rushed into the stomach through his mouth. As soon as he reached the stomach, the ghost energy in Mengpo soup floated up, as if he wanted to get into Lu Ming's skull and clean up Lu Ming's memory.

That's right...

This Mengpo Soup seems to be a god, but in fact it is just a way to use ghost energy, not a technical job.

However, before the ghost energy could rush into the brain, another ghost energy suddenly rushed out from Lu Ming's body.

The sudden appearance of ghost energy, both in terms of quality and quantity, is much stronger than the ghost energy in Mengpo soup. It wraps the ghost energy in Mengpo soup and directly retracts back to the unknown part in Lu Ming's body - the mere Mengpo soup will naturally not be effective.

The chef took action.

Maybe I want to study how to make Mengpo soup.

The chef took action to drive the ghost aura in Lu Ming's body to float, but was blocked by the power of the shadow - using high-level evil spirits + low-level evil spirits to deal with the little white, old black and Mengpo, is really a bit bullying...

Meng Po and other ghosts did not notice Lu Ming's abnormality. Lu Ming, who was pretending to be stupid, was pulled down by Xiaobai Laohei and walked back onto the underworld road.

They walked deeper and deeper until the light and shadow in front of them suddenly changed, and a huge dark palace suddenly came into Lu Ming's eyes.

The three words "Hell Palace" are written in the palace.

This place is undoubtedly the core area of ​​this underworld.

Xiaobai Laohei pulled Lu Ming and Wang Dazhu into the Hall of Hell. The hall was empty, with ghost soldiers and ghost generals on both sides. In front of him were two chairs, one tall and one short.

On the high chair was a tall evil ghost. The ghost was wearing a robe with red and gold on the outside and a crown, but his face was blue-purple under the crown, and his fangs bared and his face was ferocious.

The God of the Underworld!
To be continued...