I am the real person of Yuding

Chapter 117 I would like to become a stone bridge

Stepping into the underworld again, it still looks so desolate.

Qingyu looked at the wine that the little ghost was carrying, and stopped: "How can you relieve your worries? Only Du Kang! If wine can solve all worries, the world will already be in the world of happiness."

"Yo? The real person is so amazing! He actually got wine from Yan Jun?" Little Po Shitou always appeared like this.

"What? Is the wine of King Hades unusual?" Qingyu walked towards Meng Potang, it was time for her to go to the next life.

"That's not true, it's just that Yan Jun has always been stingy, so it's not easy to give away such good wine like today." Xiao Poshitou laughed beside Qingyu.

"Doesn't the real person want to know where I went and what I did?" Xiao Poshitou asked suddenly, with a weird smile on his lips.

"What did you do? It has something to do with me?" Qingyu tilted her head and asked following his words.

"I just checked the book of life and death, and there is no name of Xi Ti in the book of life and death." Little Po Shitou seemed a little proud.

"What do you mean?"

"In other words, there is no such person as Xi Ti in the world!" Xiao Poshitou said firmly.

Qingyu turned around and stared straight at the ghost messenger in front of her, with indescribably complicated emotions in her eyes.

After a while of silence, Qingyu closed her eyes and walked towards Meng Potang again.

What do you mean there is no such person as Xi Ti?

So what happened to her ten years?Is it a dream?
This ghost messenger can flip through the ghost book in the underworld at will?Outrageous!

He had never mentioned the name Xiti in front of this ghost messenger at all, how did he know his intentions?

Ten generations of catastrophe, this trip is probably more ominous than good, now, there is only a glimmer of hope in Qingyu's heart, and that is - the real Yuding!The real Jade Cauldron real person!
I don't know, when will the real person wake up?

Or maybe, she can only find a way to survive the catastrophe of ten lives as soon as possible, and recover her mana first, otherwise——

There is no day and night in Huangquan, and Qingyu doesn't know how long he walked. Meng Potang is only a hundred meters in front of him. Qingyu stands in place, staring blankly at the long queue of ghosts, waiting to enter the way of rebirth.

She turned around and opened a jug of wine, and the aroma of the wine immediately overflowed, and the kid next to him tactfully handed over a bowl.

Qing Yuping raised a bowl of sake and threw it on the ground: "Grandpa likes to drink, but unfortunately, he has never had a sip of sake in his life!"

Another bowl, "Sister has never drank wine, not even the most anticipated drink!"

Another bowl, "Brother Ah Shan didn't invite me to a wedding wine, I invited Brother Ah Shan to drink!"

"Respect to all those who died before me!"

……

Bowl after bowl of wine was dumped on the ground by sapphire, jar after jar...

Little Po Shitou stood quietly beside Qing Yu, staring blankly.

This is immortal wine, it may have been precipitated for tens of millions of years, and it is extraordinarily fragrant.

After a while, the fragrance pervaded the entire Yellow Springs. The ghosts walking on the road smelled it and couldn't help but stop and raise their heads. The ghost messenger also stood silently in place.

If you don't drink this wine, you will get drunk even if you smell the fragrance!
"Ahem——" Falling backwards, Qingyu poured the wine from the bowl into her own mouth again, this wine is so strong!

Her throat was burned by the strong wine, and she felt a little pain. Qingyu squatted down and poured several bowls from the jar until she drank the last jar of wine.

The bowl in his hand fell to the ground, and the green shirt also fell to the ground.

Her head started to feel a little dizzy, her body felt a little weak and became hot and restless, and familiar calls flooded into Qingyu's mind.

"Hehe...hahaha...hahaha...why can't you wait for me in this underworld for a while? Or...you can't come down this underworld?" A tear struggled to overflow Qingyu's eyes and flow down her face , dripping near Huangquan Road.

The ghosts around were originally imprisoned in nature and bound by iron chains, so they couldn't move freely at all, but now they all turned their heads sideways to look at Tsing Yi's grief-stricken appearance, and each of them seemed to have uncontrollable sadness .

For a while, the sobbing sounded endlessly.

On Huangquan Road, the order was disrupted for the first time, and a sad atmosphere spread like a plague. Accompanied by the smell of wine, all ghosts cried and wailed everywhere.

"Woooo..."

Qingyu had never seen such a scene before, and felt a little ridiculous for a while, she staggered up and wanted to enter the Mengpo hall.

I never thought that there would be something gleaming in front of me——that was tears!
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of teardrops floated on Huangquan Road, and then rushed towards Qingyu.

In front of Qingyu's body, a sourceless and endless river, with a width of tens of feet, separated Wangui and Qingyu from Meng Potang.

not far away--

Granny Meng walked out of the hall, and seeing the inexplicable river in front of her, she froze in place, then got a little excited, called out a prescription, and shouted in disbelief: "This—this is the tears of thousands of ghosts! For so many years, I have been looking for the perfect medicine to make Meng Po Tang, and I have used various waters to replace it, but the results are not satisfactory, and now—it has appeared!"

The ghost looked around in front of the river, eyes full of horror, the ghost was at a loss for a while, the little broken stone stood next to the sapphire and came back to his senses and asked: "This river originated from a real person, let the real person give it a name. "

While speaking, a white stone stood in front of the river, opposite to the sapphire.

Qingyu stared at the shiny river in front of her eyes, and there seemed to be a quiet smiling face of a woman reflected in the river. Qingyu supported the white stone, stroking the cold river water with her hand, and said with a smile: "Call it Wangchuan. Bar!"

Wang Chuan blocked the path of reincarnation of the ghosts and cut off the only passage leading to the human world.

So all the ghosts, immortals and emissaries in the underworld got the news and rushed over. They looked at the big river in front of them, and they were in trouble for a while.

Can this ghost drip water?They are already dead, so they should not be drowned!However, it is not a long-term solution to go through the water one by one and enter the Mengpo soup wetly!
The black ghosts stood on both sides of the river crying, and no one wanted to cross the river.

"Yan Jun—let's build a bridge!" A ghost messenger suggested.

"Well, that's all I can do!"

So the ghosts cast spells to build a bridge over the river, but a scene that the ghosts could not understand appeared. No matter what spells the ghost messengers tried, the bridge could not appear, and finally Hades failed to do it himself.

"This……"

I don't know how long it will be delayed?Qingyu lifted the hem of her clothes, intending to cross the river directly, her next life is still waiting for her.

Stepping forward, Qingyu was stunned, her foot did not fall into the river, but stepped on a hard stone slab, she looked down, it was really a stone slab, it was a blue stone slab.

Are you drunk?how come?Qingyu backed away in fright, and then the stone slab made a sound——

"Let's go, Wuwei——I would like to be transformed into this stone bridge, and when she arrives in the next life, I will see her again, so that I will have no regrets in this life!" Is this—Brother Ashan?How did he break free from the chain?

The ghost envoy failed to build the bridge, but the stone slab transformed by the ghost floated steadily on the Wangchuan River?

(End of this chapter)