I, the Judge of the Underworld, Will Determine Life and Death with a Piece of Paper!

　　Wang Yifan took a deep breath and said softly.

　　"Everyone, follow me to the bridge!"

　　With that said, he took the lead and walked forward!

　　The Naihe Bridge looks extremely long, but the distance traveled by each person is different.

　　There are still nostalgic people in the world, and often they can't get through for decades.

　　But those whose wishes have been fulfilled can walk to the middle of the bridge with only a few hundred steps.

　　At this time, there is Wang Yifan, the yin department, to lead the way.

　　In addition, these grievances have been dead for many years, and they have long lost their attachment to the world.

　　So, they quickly walked to the middle of the bridge!

　　I see!

　　There is a covered bridge in the middle of the bridge!

　　There is a tea shop in the covered bridge.

　　In the bridge stood an old woman in black!

　　She saw Wang Yifan walking in front of her.

　　I couldn't help but put the tea bowl in my hand on the table!

　　He turned around and made a gift purchase to Wang Yifan.

　　"Old old lady Meng, pay homage to Shangguan of Yin Division!".

Chapter 113

　　Before Madam Meng could speak, there was a commotion among the ghosts!

　　"This! Is this Madam Meng?"

　　"My God! Is this tea Meng Po soup?"

　　"Isn't Meng Po soup supposed to be soup? Why is it tea?"

　　"You doll really don't understand anything. In ancient times, this tea was called tea soup!"

　　Seeing the ghosts around him falter and talk in a low voice!

　　Wang Yifan smiled slightly and bowed to Po Meng.

　　"Mother Meng has worked hard all these years. This official is now in charge of the seventh-rank Linhai City God of Yin Division, and this is the first time that I have come here to send someone to die!"

　　This Meng Po can be completely different from the execution kid in hell!

　　Being an execution kid in hell is also a punishment!

　　In the cycle of six realms.

　　It is divided into Heaven, Human, Ashura, Animal, Hungry Ghost and Hell.

　　Among them, the devil who was beaten into hell!

　　On the one hand, there are those who go to hell!

　　On the other hand, some of them became executioners!

　　You know, grinding in the hell of a stone mill, and burning wood in the hell of an oil pan!

　　This kind of punishment can last thousands of years!

　　Day and night, no rest!

　　And listen to the screams of the tortured.

　　This is enough to make the executioner's spirit collapse!

　　Don't dare to do it again.

　　Therefore, Wang Yifan never pretended to use words to the various supervisors and executioners of 920 Hell!

　　Suppress if you can!

　　Kill if you can!

　　Because in his eyes, these executioners are actually criminals!

　　However, the woman in front of her is different!

　　Madam Meng is an official appointed by Yin Siqin!

　　The bowl of Mengpo soup in her hand is also called Wangyousan.

　　Whether it is human, ghost or Buddha, once you drink it, you will forget the events of this life.

　　It can be said to cut off cause and effect.

　　Contains great power of cause and effect!

　　If it falls into the hands of people with unrighteous minds, it is not impossible to disturb the Three Realms!

　　Therefore, Wang Yifan treated her with extra courtesy!

　　Po Meng was born with a pair of yin and yang eyes!

　　Look at the thirtieth generation before, and look at the thirtieth generation after.

　　Seeing Wang Yifan being so humble, she couldn't help but smile.

　　"I never thought, Yin Si has not led the way for many years!"

　　"This is such a handsome and handsome little brother!"

　　Wang Yifan smiled slightly: "Mother-in-law Meng praised me wrongly, and I was lucky enough to get into this Yin Si."

　　"Yin Si...hey!" Hearing Wang Yifan's words, Meng Po's eyes trembled, and she wanted to say something, but she was suppressed by her!

　　She looked back at the ghost behind Wang Yifan.

　　He raised his hand and picked up the Meng Po soup on the tea table.

　　"I think everyone knows Laoshen, I won't say more, drink this bowl of Wangyousan, and after this bridge, you can be reborn!"

　　Saying that, she waved her sleeves!

　　Just hear a bang.

　　An earthen platform rises from the Wangchuan River!

　　"This is Wangxiang Terrace. If you are homesick, you can stay here and look at the people in your hometown!"

　　Hearing this, the ghosts present couldn't help feeling sad.

　　After all, how can people live without memories!

　　Said to be able to let go.

　　How many people really let go!

　　These ghosts silently took Wangyousan from Granny Meng's hands.

　　Slowly walk up to Wangxiang Terrace.

　　At this time, a gap seemed to be broken in the sky.

　　A ray of light shot down, which was strange.

　　In the picture, there are children who are born, their relatives die, and pets are lost!

　　Childhood pictures, first love lovers, and dead wife.

　　All of a sudden, the sound of grief and weeping rang out.

　　On the contrary, Meng Po was not surprised by this.

　　He picked up the handkerchief, cleared the tea and set out on a bench.

　　"Wang Chenghuang, please sit down for a while, they... I'm afraid they will cry for a while."

　　Wang Yifan looked at Madam Meng's lost expression since she heard him mention the Yin Si.

　　Move your heart!

　　involuntarily asked in a low voice.

　　"Mother Meng, do you know... What happened a thousand years ago to Yin Si?"

　　At this time, Wang Yifan finally asked what he was thinking!

　　Since he came to this ghostly revived world and obtained the ghost judge system.

　　He's been thinking about this all the time!

　　why!

　　The underworld is gone!

　　Poor God!

　　In this side of the world, ghosts are flourishing. According to the power of the Yin Si, it is reasonable to say that the Yin Si has already ruled the world!

　　but!

　　The strangest thing is that the ghost, the strongest ghost, has disappeared!

　　Only the evil spirits and wild ghosts who are rampant for a while, but not a climate!

　　So what's the reason?

　　Facing Wang Yifan's question.

　　Madam Meng shook her head helplessly.

　　"I do not know either...."

　　"A thousand years ago, Laoshen was on this bridge, across the Wangchuan River, and saw the sound of killing in the Ten Hall of Yan Luo, and the fire was soaring into the sky."