There are always bad guys trying to steal my real body

Chapter 114 The Choice of Cold Melt (3)

In the wheat fields, in order to drive away the birds that steal the wheat, the farmers would erect scarecrows to threaten them.

Some farmers are lazy. When making scarecrows, they simply cross bamboo poles into a cross shape, and then put on rags instead of filling straw.

Yu Bailu, who was running, looked very cute from a distance at first.But when he got close, he found that the running figure had a stiff posture, his head swayed as he ran, and his limbs were slender, like bamboo poles, which was very strange.

Manzhushahua in Nether Road is poisonous, could it be that the poisoning caused hallucinations?

Or, those bastards messed up?

Thinking about the beautiful life after Thirteen got married, Leng Rong realized that it was just a big dream in the end, and his eyes were full of disappointment.

If the tiger doesn't show its power, it really treats him like a sick cat!
Looking at the figure getting closer and closer, he smiled coldly.

Got pissed off.

A ghost stretched its neck and put its head in the middle of the road, while its body was still moving in the sea of ​​flowers.

On its long neck like a tortoise, there hangs a cross body nailed horizontally and vertically with two bamboo poles. It is covered with shabby clothes, while its dark body is bare buttocks, moving in the sea of ​​flowers, and the simple bamboo People are floating and walking on the road, the picture is so beautiful that I can't bear to look directly at it!

Such a stupid trick to deceive people's ears, people who don't have cotton in their heads will definitely not be able to think of it!
How did the ghosts of Youming Road lure other ghosts into the sea of ​​flowers? Don't those fooled ghosts have any brains?

Suddenly, the ghost jumped up to Leng Rong, and before it could open its big ugly face, it was punched by Leng Rong, who had been prepared for a long time.

The ghost's head flew backwards, Leng Rong grabbed its slender and curved neck, pulled its head back, then pressed it to the ground and beat it.

Deceiving and wasting his feelings is unforgivable!
Not wearing clothes is unsightly, unforgivable!
The ghost with a bald head, buttocks pouted, lying in the sea of ​​flowers, lost half of the ghost's life.

Leng Rong, with the flames flying wildly above his head, clapped his hands and continued to move forward.

This time, no matter whose voice sounded again, he would ignore it.

Even if the Heavenly King Laozi is here, don't waste his affection!

Perhaps that ghost with a full head became a good example and played a very good deterrent effect. During the following journey, Leng Rong was as carefree as visiting his own back garden, without any disturbances again.

The Nether Road seems to have no end, but it will eventually come to an end.

A stream of water lies at the end of Youming Road, blocking the way forward. It is called the Wangchuan River, which is not several feet wide, and flows to the southwest.

The river is blood red, covered with worms and snakes, the waves are rolling, and the wind is blowing.

If a ghost falls into the river, there will be no way out,
Three living stones are erected in front of the river, recording people's past and present lives, good and evil deeds.

There is a bridge on the river, named Naihe Bridge, on which the cloud and mist are entangled, and the whole picture cannot be seen.

Po Meng stood at the head of the bridge, and behind her stood three people from the Yin Division, each holding a three-color compendium in black, white, and red, named "Sin Bo".

The ghost walks through the Nether Road, and when it reaches the Wangchuan River, the Sansheng Stone will show what the ghost has done in this life.

If it is an evil person, the Yin Division will record its name on the black book, and the ghost messenger with an iron fork will fork the soul of the evil person to the eighteenth level of hell.

If there is no merit or demerit, those who live a mediocre life will enter Baibo, and Po Meng will give "soup" to make them forget all the origin and extinction of this life, pass the Wangchuan bridge, enter Fengdu City, and wait for reincarnation.

If you were a highly respected person with good virtue during your lifetime, your name will be recorded in the Hongbo, and you will be reincarnated immediately, and you will devote yourself to a family of wealth and goodness.

Everyone knows the horror of the eighteen levels of hell, but many people don't take it seriously when they are human beings. When things happen, they get scared and cry and refuse to be sent to the eighteen levels of hell by ghosts.

Some brave people jumped down the Wangchuan River, while others who were pushing and shoving with the ghost messenger were directly forked down the Wangchuan River by the ghost messenger. After a few ups and downs, they were eaten clean by the snakes in the river.

When Leng Rong walked to Naihe Bridge, a great commotion broke out on the bridge.

Granny Meng, with her hair in a bun, greeted Leng Rong with a smile, and bowed to Leng Rong, saying that she had received a message from Shen Tu Yulei, which led Leng Rong into the city.

"Trouble mother."

"Don't bother, don't bother."

Shengshui Shangshen was able to walk in front of the Naihe Bridge with full beard and tail, and she silently recited Amitabha.

In recent years, those heavenly monarchs and immortal officials who have nothing to do in the heavenly world are always staring at the human world and the underworld, looking for trouble when they have nothing to do.

If something went wrong with Shengshui Shangshen in the underworld, those pedantic and bearded old fairy officials in the heaven will definitely carry out a stinky and long denunciation like an old lady's footbinding.

There are ten laws in one city in the underworld, all the spirit kings are in command, and even the watchdogs are so busy that they don't have time to argue with those idle old gods in the heaven.

Therefore, she had to introduce Shengshui Shangshen, not a single hair, into Fengdu City.

Po Meng, who was leading the way, stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, turned her head three times at each step, and kept telling Leng Rong to be careful on her feet, as if Leng Rong was still a three-year-old baby who couldn't walk.

The riots on the Naihe Bridge intensified. Po Meng explained to Leng Rong that just after the Ghost Festival, a large wave of ghosts flooded into the gate of ghosts. When one ghost started making trouble, other ghosts followed suit. Don't worry about it.

As she spoke, she waved her sleeves with a smile on her face, and flew away the ghosts blocking the way one by one, with ease, as if she didn't expend any effort at all.

The calm and calm Meng Po seemed to be a ruthless driver, and after a while, she led Leng Rong to the middle of the Naihe Bridge.

Suddenly, Leng Rong jumped over Po Meng, rushed to a woman, and grabbed the woman's arm.

The woman turned her head, a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes were full of surprise.

"Sorry, I have identified the wrong person."

Leng Rong hurriedly bowed to apologize, the woman didn't say anything, just smiled bitterly, and continued to look at the rolling Wangchuan River, her eyes gradually became hollow.

"Oh. Poor thing."

Meng Po, who sighed softly, told Leng Rong that the girl with phoenix eyes was named Wan'er.During his lifetime, he and his husband were very affectionate, and they made an appointment to wait for each other to enter Fengdu City together at Naihe Bridge after death to continue their relationship.

The woman's life was short, she died in less than twenty years, and now she has been waiting here for a hundred years.

She had forgotten how many years she had been waiting for, she fell into obsession, and would jump off the bridge of Naihe at any time.

"It's better to jump down, once and for all."

It was Meng Po who sighed again, saying that the person she was waiting for had another romantic relationship, and that she might not be able to walk the road to the underworld in a hundred years, and had already forgotten her.

While speaking, the woman on the bridge suddenly jumped and jumped down.

With quick hands and quick eyes, Leng Rong rushed over, brushed the woman's sleeves with his fingers, and watched her fall into the crimson Wangchuan River, ups and downs, and then disappeared.

Looking at the empty palm, Leng Rong's heart became heavy and sour.

Seeing Leng Rong's regretful face, Po Meng couldn't help being curious: "Which old friend did the God of Shengshui mistook her for just now?"

Wan'er's profile is somewhat similar to that of an egret.

Closing his fists, Leng Rong's eyes were piercing, and there was a chill in his heart.

He absolutely, will not let Yu Bailu fall into despair while waiting!

(End of this chapter)