The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 213 She must smell good (2)
At night, there was a sudden heavy rain in Rongjiang City, and the wind blew the windows rattling.

But Qiao Wan didn't wake up, instead she fell into a deep sleep and had a dream, and dreamed of the long road to hell.

The Huangquan Road in the underworld is actually not easy to walk, and the road is bumpy and bumpy.

In the dark world, you can't see the sun, moon and stars when you go up, and you can't see the earth and dust when you go down. Only the sound of whimpering and dragging iron cables fills the whole space.

This scene was so familiar, Qiao Wan's eyes lit up instantly, and as he ran all the way, he really caught a glimpse of that thin figure.

"Uncle Zheng! You are finally willing to give me a dream!"

Since the robe was burned, Qiao Wan has not been able to contact Uncle Zheng for a long time.

The old man threw away his fishing rod and waved to her: "Awan, time is limited, let's make a long story short."

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, looked at Uncle Zheng's serious face, and knew it must be no small matter, so she sat down beside him.

Uncle Zheng squeezed his beard, and the old and the young sat on the mound facing each other like this: "I entered your dream this time, in addition to giving you something, I also want to remind you that a snake ghost has appeared recently. , She committed a lot of sins hundreds of years ago, and her morality is quite profound, if you want to spend these years safely, you'd better not provoke her."

Qiao Wan raised her eyes in surprise: "What snake ghost?"

Uncle Zheng: "Didn't you just fight her today?"

Qiao Wan suddenly realized the reason why Zhao Ling's talisman paper was useless to her. It turned out that her soul was not a human being at all, but a beast. A talisman paper aimed at human ghosts would naturally be useless to her.

In fact, the underworld has its own management system like the underworld. Various officials and soldiers perform their duties, have different positions, and different types of work.

The same is true for the messenger of the soul. Black and white impermanence is responsible for the ghosts after death, while those of animals are taken back by the bull's head and horse face. Two different paths.

And Qiao Wan, an unreliable ghost messenger, was directly assigned to the Wangchuan River after dying in her previous life, and was responsible for extraditing ghosts. The most common ones were the spirits of dead people. As for animals, they were not under her jurisdiction. , so it is normal not to recognize the snake ghost in Chu Xinmeng's body at the first time.

She gritted her teeth: "So that's the snake ghost?"

Uncle Zheng nodded: "Hundreds of years ago, she first started cultivating human form, but she was beaten into a ghost by a monk because of her many evil deeds. Although she escaped in the end, she can only temporarily live in a picture scroll after a hundred years of practice. He was lingering on his last breath, during which he killed countless people for his cultivation, until he was found by a mage a few months ago..."

Qiao Guan swallowed tremblingly: "Since it was found by a mage, why did it appear in Miss Chu's hands?"

Uncle Zheng's eyes were burning like a torch: "It's inconvenient for us to intervene in the grievances of the yang world. You just need to remember my words and don't cause trouble casually. Otherwise, if something happens, I won't care about you."

Qiao Wan pursed her lips: "But if the underworld doesn't care, what if the snake ghost continues to harm people?"

Uncle Zheng sighed: "Ah Wan, how long have you forgotten my words? There must be a cause and an effect. The sins of this life are only due to the debts of the previous life. All we can do is take care of our own work."

Qiao Wan remained silent, his eyes drooped, and he couldn't find a word to refute.

Ordinary people can't get rid of the pain of birth, old age, sickness and death, love, hate and parting, but after staying in the underworld for a long time, she has long been numb. Strictly speaking, life and death are actually just a procedure.

Qiao Wan thought for a while, then asked again: "Then Miss Chu... is she still alive?"

Uncle Zheng shook his head: "It's hard to say, maybe he's alive, maybe...even his soul is gone."

That snake ghost not only eats people's hearts and livers, but is also good at swallowing people's souls.

Uncle Zheng twitched his brows: "I'm done talking here, and it's time to go."

Qiao Wan quickly grabbed him: "Uncle Zheng, wait a minute, I still have something to ask."

Uncle Zheng: "Tell me."

Qiao Wan lowered his head and rubbed his fingers: "Well... two years later, if I don't want to be reincarnated, can I still stay in Yangjian?"

Uncle Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then said with a straight face: "No, although the previous program made a mistake, this life is your last calamity as compensation, but no matter what, you have to come down when the time comes."

Qiao Guan's heart skipped a beat, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Can't... just be accommodating, or trade me in the next life, no matter whose child you will be reborn in the next life, even if you are born in a slum, as a slave or an animal, as long as you can keep me in this life. ,I……"

Uncle Zheng still shook his head: "Rules are rules, and there is no flexibility."

Seeing Qiao Wan shrug his shoulders in discouragement, the old man let out a long sigh helplessly: "If you insist, there is no way out..."

Qiao Guan raised his head sharply, his eyes flooded.

"Hey... If you can wash away the evils of your past life, I can intercede with the King of Hades for you, and maybe the last catastrophe can be eliminated." Zheng Shu stared at her and shook his head.

Qiao Guan shook his head, although he had already guessed all kinds of things, but he still couldn't help asking: "How to wash?"

"As long as you can go to those [-] levels of hell, your past and future will naturally be erased."

With a "boom", Qiao Wan seemed to hear the sound of his heart falling to the bottom.

Eighteen layers of hell, easier said than done?

She used to go down to work as a ghost messenger, and every time she passed a floor, the screams and wailing inside became deeper.

Mud plow, mountain of knives, boiling sand, boiling excrement, black body, train, wok, iron bed, mountain cover, ice, skinning, beasts, swordsmen, iron mill, scorpion, iron book, maggots, molten copper, etc. Layers are tougher than layers.

That kind of real, painful feeling and miserable scene can only be experienced by those who have seen it with their own eyes.

She had heard that the bravest warriors in the world had never been to the deepest layer, and could no longer survive on the fifth floor. The sore spot that was almost skinny and bone-breaking made many people daunted, so she would rather choose the world. As an animal, I don't want to easily challenge the majesty of ghosts and gods.

After all, death is only a moment, but the pain in hell is endless...

Before sunrise, the sky is getting brighter.

Qiao Wan opened his eyes and woke up.

(End of this chapter)