What are you making a fuss about?

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Jing Yun asked: "Is the Naihe Bridge ahead?" He didn't quite believe Xie Xiao's words.

"Well, that's right, the two brothers are going to reincarnate? Is it your cell?" The ghost straightened up and asked.

"To find someone." Xie Xiao said.

"Oh, I advise you not to go. Granny Meng has been very angry in the past few years. I don't know how many ghosts' soup bowls have been smashed, so please don't offend her." The ghost trembled and said: " But think about it, boil soup by the bridge every day, no one can bear it.”

Xie Xiao said: "It's nothing, we're not looking for Po Meng, we just went to see the Sansheng Stone."

"That's okay, Sanshengshi's temper is much better."

"Brother, what are the taboos in the underworld? We don't know much about it when we first come here, and we may run into bad luck and make people unhappy." Jing Yun said respectfully.

The blue-clothed ghost put the water scoop in the bucket, tilted his head and thought for a while, "Actually, there are only three points. First, don't play mahjong with Yama of the Ten Palaces. Second, don't ask about Po Meng's previous life. Third, Do not pluck the other shore flowers randomly, the rest...seems like there is no taboo."

Jing Yun was a little surprised, and said slowly: "Thank you, brother, for reminding me." Any normal ghost would not do these three points.

The blue-clothed ghost smiled again and said, "Hey, you just came here and don't know the rules of the underworld. There are not so many rules and regulations in the human world here. Everyone has died once, so they are very open-minded and tolerant, except for the three-year-old boy who was mentioned just now. Come on, the Heavenly King and I don’t care about you.”

Xie Xiao was not surprised at all, he lowered his head and leaned into Jing Yun's ear and said, "How about what the world says, the Western Paradise of Bliss."

"Thank you, brother." Jing Yun nodded to the blue-clothed ghost, who waved his hand at them, and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's okay, ghosts are responsible for building a harmonious hell."

"It's really an eye-opener." Jing Yun sighed, Xie Xiao smiled and said nothing.

"Everyone in the world says that the underworld is dangerous, but they don't know it's so peaceful and peaceful."

"Aren't the ominous and the peaceful ones going to hell?"

The road to Huangquan is quiet, and occasionally there are a few ghosts rushing past, some greet them, and some eagerly come forward to talk to them, telling them their anecdotes and joys in the ghost world.Jing Yun successfully heard several versions of Black and White Wuchang, some said that Black and White Wuchang were husband and wife, and some said they were brothers and sisters.

The two talked all the way, Jing Yun never thought that they could have such a harmonious moment before.

Finally, at the end, you can see a blood-red river in the distance, and a bridge that will never break is built on it.

Xie Xiao stopped suddenly, turned his head to Jing Yun and said, "We have walked through Huangquan Road together, Lan Yin."

"There are no relatives or friends on the road to Huangquan." Jing Yun blocked his hand.

"I understand why the banshee wanted to engrave her last words on the Three Lives Stone. If you met someone as ruthless as you, you wouldn't be able to comprehend it even if you engraved it in your fate." Xie Xiao was uninspired.

Jing Yun didn't answer, and continued to walk forward.

Before I approached, I heard two ghosts quarreling in front of me, and a short ghost threw the table in the tea shop in front of me violently, "He should go to hell, come and ask me to do something, let him die."

Two figures, one black and one white, stood beside the red-clothed dwarf, and the white-clothed man said, "That ghost looks really good-looking, go and take a look." The delicate female voice sounded again, "He said he recognized you, You won’t go to hell without seeing you, don’t make it difficult for us.” The white-clothed ghost stepped forward and grabbed the red-clothed ghost’s hand.

The two got closer, "There are so many ghosts who don't want to go to hell, do you all beg like this?" The ghost in red pushed the ghost in white, and the ghost in black who had been standing aside immediately supported him.

"Isn't that how pitiful he is?" The white-clothed ghost smiled, the black-clothed ghost squinted at the red-clothed ghost, and said to the white-clothed: "Wouldn't it be easy to just kill that soul?"

"What do you know, kid? Shut up." Bai Yi patted Black Yi and held her hand, then said to Red Ghost, "Just come with me, I'll find someone to help you with the work here. Stand up for a day." The white clothes nodded at the black clothes: "You help him stand up for a day."

The figure in black paused slightly, but he didn't refuse.

"If you don't go today, you will regret it. Let's go." The white clothes pulled up the sleeves of the red ghost, and half dragged him away.Standing aside, the black clothes watched the two leave, and then kicked the chair that had fallen to the ground.

Two figures in red and white came towards them, Xie Xiao pulled Jing Yun aside, and heard the white-clothed man say: "He has been looking for you for so long, let's just meet him, if it doesn't suit us, we don't want it, anyway, he wants you Go to hell, it's okay."

Xie Xiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, there was still a matchmaker in the ghost world.

The ghost in black stayed in the tea shop, holding a long spoon to stir the soup in the vat.Jing Yun pinched Xie Xiao's arm to stop his meaningless smirk.

The black-clothed ghost obviously noticed them, and turned his head to stare sideways at the two of them.

"Crossing the bridge?" His tone was drawn and impatient.

"no……"

"Oh...it's up to you." After speaking, she turned around with disdain, and continued to stir the soup slowly.

Xie Xiao couldn't help asking: "Are you... Hei Wuchang?"

"None of your business." The black-clothed ghost suddenly turned his head and smashed the spoon vigorously, splashing the soup all over the floor.

"Isn't it just that the one you love doesn't care about you, don't be angry." Xie Xiao smiled.

The black-clothed ghost raised his eyes with great interest, and looked at Xie Xiao. Jing Yun was a little puzzled, not knowing what he was talking about, and Xie Xiao said, "I'll teach you how to redeem it."

"Heh." The black-clothed ghost chuckled, "Take care of your bad debts first." As he spoke, his long and narrow eyes swept over Jing Yun's face, and Xie Xiao put his hand on Jing Yun's shoulder upon seeing this.

"You wait for her to find out by herself, I'm afraid it won't be so in another 1000 years..." Xie Xiao approached, "Be proactive, Mr. Wuchang." Xie Xiao still smiled on his face.

The black-clothed ghost's face softened a little, Xie Xiao slowly raised the table, "Impossible, she doesn't look down on me." The black-clothed ghost lost the hostility just now, and his eyes were a little dazed.

Xie Xiao said to Jing Yun: "Lan Yin, go find the Sansheng Stone, I'll chat with this little brother."

Jing Yun rolled his eyes at him, and didn't really want to hear his nonsense here, so he simply walked along the Wangchuan River.

The water of the Wangchuan River was light red, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. There seemed to be something moving in the water, and the banks were covered with Bana flowers.

There is a drop of green water on each flower.Jing Yun walked slowly, and one of the thousands of flowers grew particularly eye-catching.Jing Yun stopped in front of it.

"Will the great witch wish?" the flower asked.

Jing Yun was startled, and slowly said: "No, you are..."

"How long has it been, haven't you died yet?" The voice was somewhat resentful.

"Are you the Emperor Jiang?" Jing Yun asked.

"I'm a tea seller by the bridge, are you Da Wuzhu?" The flower asked again, "Ah, no, what about you?"

Jing Yun suddenly realized that the flower might not be talking to him, "It's been so many years, and he still hasn't come down like this. It's fine if he doesn't come down..."

Jing Yun raised his head and looked at the Naihe Bridge behind him. The flower might be talking to the soul on the Naihe Bridge.The voice was really like a little emperor, Jing Yun couldn't help staying for a while longer.

"Why do you keep standing in front of me? Do you know my big witch Zhu?" Na Hua suddenly said to him, "You have been waiting here all this time?"

"Yes."

"Why not reincarnate?"

"I'm waiting for my big witch to wish."

"What's so good about him?"

"He's fine, he saved me."

"He killed you too."

"Yes, I have to ask him why he treats me like this." The little emperor's voice was neither sad nor happy.

Jing Yun remembered the letter written by the little emperor to the national teacher: He always owes me an explanation.

"Do you hate him?" Jing Yun asked.

"I have been by this bridge for more than 300 years. I can't remember the hatred and love I had during my lifetime. I just miss him very much."

Jing Yun thought silently: Can time really smooth everything out?

"Have you ever seen him?" the flower asked again.

"No."

"Then go away and don't block me."

Jing Yun moved away slowly, the little emperor said to the national teacher in his previous life: Don't meet again in the next life.

As a result, of these two people, one became a tea seller in the underworld, and the other became a soul arrester in the mortal world. They actually have no next life, and it is impossible to distinguish whether it is a calamity or a fate.

Jing Yun walked around, and faintly heard Xie Xiao calling him. The man stood among thousands of flowers on the other side, waving at him from a distance. "Come here, Lan Yin..."

Rather Stir the Water of a Thousand Rivers (End)

Jing Yun's heart trembled suddenly, so why couldn't he and Xie Xiao be indistinguishable?

"Lan Yin, come here." Xie Xiao walked towards him, the black-clothed ghost raised his sleeves and raised up his sleeves, and a large area of ​​Bianhua flowers was destroyed by Lingbo, and the sky filled with red crumbs shattered in the air.Jing Yun's eyes darkened, and he asked, "What's the matter?"

Xie Xiao was stunned, "Is it pretty?"

"It's not pretty." Jing Yun's heart turned cold, "What did you tell him?"

"Um... nothing."

"Oh." Jing Yun lowered his head, making fun of him for nothing.

"Is it really not good-looking?" Xie Xiao asked again.

Jing Yun didn't want to answer his question, and pointed behind him, "I found the little emperor's soul."

Just as Xie Xiao wanted to speak, Jing Yun turned around and walked towards the eye-catching Bianhua, "He has been waiting here for more than 300 years." Jing Yun squatted down halfway, looking at the Bianhua.

"It's not..." Xie Xiao paused, "It was poured out by Meng Po soup..."

"no?"

"This is the wish left by Granny Meng to the soul, just like a letter written to the people who come after." Xie Xiao turned and looked elsewhere, "The flowers of the other shore in this area should all have the wish of the soul."

"That is to say, the little emperor is still reincarnated?"

"Probably so." Xie Xiao also squatted down, "It's just... this one... seems a little different." Xie Xiao's voice sounded above his head.

Jing Yun took a step back, "This flower can talk."

"The resentment is too deep."

"Heh" the ghost in black came to their side, "This is not a wishing spirit." Under the black cloak, a tragic