After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

At the same time, Meng Po Si.

This is one of the ten major government offices in the underworld. It is called a government office, but in fact it is a palace.

Under the eternally dim sky of the underworld, the huge palace is like a boundless beast lying on the dry land, ready to devour anyone at any time.

In front of the palace, two blood-red lanterns are like the blood-red eyes of this giant beast, which is particularly creepy.

At this moment, in the hall, a beautiful woman with an enchanting figure and a slim body was lying on a huge couch with her narrow and long phoenix eyes half closed, and only her graceful figure was visible on the gauze curtain.

Several beautiful men and women with strange expressions were standing on both sides holding lanterns. Their scrutinizing eyes made the yellow-faced boy who was lying on his knees and reporting tremble uncontrollably.

The beautiful woman on the giant couch was none other than Mengpo, the leader of the Mengpo Division and one of the ten great underworld generals.

The underworld receives tens of thousands of dead souls every day, and when natural disasters and man-made disasters occur in the living world, the number can reach hundreds of thousands or even millions of souls in one day.

One Meng Po is naturally too busy to handle everything.

Therefore, the Meng Po that the dead souls see on the Naihe Bridge is not Meng Po herself, but a messenger from the Mengpo Division, who is responsible for erasing the memories of the dead souls.

Regardless of what its main job is, Mengpo Si is a branch that commands more than ten thousand Yincha, and its strength cannot be underestimated.

Meng Po is the head of the Meng Po Division, and she can decide life and death with just a word.

The yellow-faced young man in the hall couldn't help but be afraid, he was so majestic.

"You mean, the sinful soul drank the soup you made, but did not clear its memory, and even added spices from the mortal world into your soup?" asked a woman with a stern face in front of Meng Po's bed.

"Yes, yes, he drank three bowls straight away." The yellow-faced young man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and then said, "Reporting to the commander-in-chief, I swear that the soup I cooked is absolutely fine."

"Does that sage have a name?" the cold-stern woman asked again.

"Yes, his name is..."

The yellow-faced boy nodded affirmatively, and then paused, because he couldn't remember what name Qin He was called.

Even his face was blurry.

"Why don't you reply?" The cold-looking woman frowned, and the whole hall suddenly became colder.

"I, I, I... I forgot." The yellow-faced boy shuddered with fear, but he couldn't remember anything.

"Okay, go down now. Don't make this public."

Seeing it searching its stomach, the stern woman waved her hand. After the yellow-faced youth left as if pardoned, she bowed and said to Meng Po, "Madam, that sinful soul is attracting the red spider lily to lead it away, but the yellow soup has no effect on it. He must be a sage in the mortal world."

"The mortal sage, hidden by the secrets of heaven, has reappeared. Hahaha... If you think about it, this is an ability that only Zhuge Shenji can possess, right?"

Sitting on the giant couch, Meng Po raised her lips slightly and said nonchalantly, "Send word out that Commander Niu plotted against the saints and sages of the world, even resorting to using the Yama Palace. Instead of hunting down the eagle, he was pecked by it instead. Even the Yama Palace was lost. The underworld is going to be in chaos for a while."

"Ah...this?"

When the stern woman heard this, she thought she had misheard. After a moment of hesitation, she hurriedly said, "Yes, ma'am."

……

The Nanming Lihuo is as ferocious as ever.

Jia Chong's ghost body only lasted for a dozen breaths before it was burned to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

It was just a Class C Gongcao, and its ghost body had not yet condensed into a physical entity. It was ignited by the Nanming Lihuo as quickly as a paper figure being set on fire.

Ling Tianfan performed better, but he only burned for about an incense stick.

The ghost body that condensed into a physical form was mistaken for a corpse, which triggered a shadow play.

But this time's shadow play is different from previous ones.

In the past, the ghost bodies burned in the world of the living were only recorded in shadow puppetry during life, how they turned into ghost bodies after death, how they became ghost kings, etc., without any presentation.

However, Ling Tianfan's shadow puppet show began to appear from the day it was introduced into the underworld and became a ghost soldier.

Similarly, there is also a little bit of information about who he was during his lifetime and how he died.

Qin He thought about it and thought that it was probably due to the special nature of the underworld. If the dead souls entered the underworld and became ghost soldiers, they would be considered another form of life.

Whatever happened in the past is now separated by the Yin and Yang, and has nothing to do with each other.

There was nothing special about Ling Tianfan's "ghost life". The road to his becoming a ghost soldier was obviously paved by the Ling family. His gradual promotion from a ghost soldier was also due to the family's energy and a little bit of luck.

Compared with the world of the living, there is no difference at all, it is exactly the same.

As for finding himself by uncovering the secrets of heaven, it was entirely due to the use of artifacts such as the Book of Life and Death and the Reincarnation Instrument, and a quick glance.

Reward: Daluo Spell.

Daluo Mantra: A mantra from the Buddhist sect in the abyss. After learning this mantra, you will have the power to move mountains and calm the seas, and can suppress all evils in the world.

Qin He was delighted when he saw it.

A Naga dragon appeared in front, with indestructible power.

Now there is a Daluo spell that has the power to move mountains and calm the sea.

One force and one method, both are definitely powerful moves.

The most important thing is that this is a skill and is not limited by internal strength or mana release.

With these two moves, no matter whether it is a corpse, a spirit, or anything else, it can be suppressed.

Then Qin He looked at the Hall of Yama. It was indeed a divine artifact. Ever since he entered here and closed the door, a vague sense of oppression had been lingering above his head. That aura was like a mountain, ready to suppress him at any time with the force of a mountain.

What drives this aura is the Book of Life and Death on the table.

Ling Tianfan set up a trap in order to use the Book of Life and Death to lure himself into judgment, and then use this aura to kill himself.

The idea is good, but the operation is full of loopholes and it is nothing.

After pondering for a while, Qin He muttered to himself.

Spell!

The next moment, the King of Hell's Palace shrank rapidly, and then became as big as a palm, spinning in Qin He's palm.

Qin He's eyes lit up. Is this actually possible?

He looked at it carefully for a few seconds and put it in his pocket.