Chapter 69: Naihe Bridge
Liuzi's experience was probably the most tragic. The old lady walked over and gently tore it apart, just like she was tearing apart a roasted chicken. But this roasted chicken was alive. Blood splattered everywhere, mixed with shrill screams.
The little girl walked to the man in the suit, tilted her head and looked at him, saying with an unhappy face: "You are the last person who hugged me. You said you would call the police to rescue me. You asked me to cooperate with you, why didn't you come? Why did you lie to me?"
The man in the suit was lying on the ground, holding his chest, but he was still alive. When he saw the little girl coming over to question him, he suddenly laughed.
"I'm a teacher. I've taught students from more than a dozen realms, and there are many girls who have relationships with me. I didn't expect that I would die here today. Is it my fault? If the people above didn't have such a preference, how could I have died?"
"Shut up, if you don't shut up, I won't use this little girl to deal with you. I have many ways to make you regret that you are still alive." I couldn't listen any longer. For the first time, I felt inexplicably angry. A scumbag who used his students as bargaining chips and playthings and considered himself a teacher, actually spoke with confidence, not thinking that he had done anything wrong, but as if he had done something very glorious.
"Haha, are there any good people in this car? Are you a good person? Haha, what a joke." The man in the suit sneered disdainfully.
I raised my finger and said, "The sky and the earth are boundless, the universe is turned upside down, the sky is deaf and the earth is dumb, it's as urgent as the law."
The spell fell and pointed at the man in the suit. The man in the suit opened his mouth but could not make any sound. His face was twisted in fear and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
He cried. At the last moment, he suddenly became deaf and dumb. He had no outlet to vent his anger. This completely overwhelmed the last nerve of the man in the suit. He cried, and cried very aggrievedly. But in the end, he seemed to have no regrets at all.
I am also drunk with such people. They take shamelessness for granted and do evil as if they are doing good deeds! I really don’t know if all the saints’ teachings he read were fed to dogs! Even dogs are more humane than him.
Seeing me take action, the little girl looked at me timidly. Seeing that I didn't say anything and turned away, she walked over with a smile and kept kneading the glasses man's body as if he were a favorite toy. Soon, the glasses man was kneaded to only one-third of his original size.
"It's fun! It's really fun. It turns out that people are the best toys."
These people got what they deserved. Even their souls were devoured. They don't deserve sympathy, and I even played a role in fueling the flames. But so what. These scums will only make more people suffer more if they live.
At least they finally had some effect. After the three ghosts had completely toyed with them to death and swallowed them one mouthful at a time like snacks, the resentment in them obviously dissipated. There were at least three fewer evil ghosts in the world. This could be considered as atonement for these scumbags!
The writing was slow and long. But the events unfolded in just a few minutes. Everything returned to the way it was before. It was as if those four people did not exist in this world at all.
In the distance, a shabby truck was running towards them unsteadily.
I finally saw clearly that the so-called ghost soldier was just a little ghost wearing a white T-shirt, with the word "soldier" written on his back.
This doesn't look like a ghost soldier at all. He looks more like a non-mainstream guy wearing a casual sweatshirt.
The car stopped in front. The little ghost raised his face like a demon and said arrogantly, "Everyone get in the car. Hey, bring the money quickly. I have to go back and report to the ghost boss."
The ghost driver hurriedly took out stacks of paper money from his arms with a flattering smile and handed it over respectfully.
I frowned and stepped into the car. The grandparents and the water ghost followed. The little ghost took the paper money, looked behind, and drove straight away.
Strangely enough, as soon as the kid drove away from the canopy of the locust tree, a cloud of fog immediately spread around, and even the temperature began to drop rapidly.
"Yin Yang Road!" I looked behind me, and the locust tree had long disappeared. It seemed that this entrance was a smuggling road specially opened up by a big shot in the underworld. Who was so bold?
The first thing that came to my mind was the Ghost King mentioned by the man in black robe. My heart suddenly became heavy. If this was true, this trip would hardly be smooth.
"Young man, you don't know the rules of this trip yet. We are looking for the Great Sheng Ghost King. He is a very powerful lord in the underworld. Because of him, we can avoid the suffering of the cycle. However, once you enter his territory, you must obey him and you can never go back. I advise you to leave early and don't follow us anymore."
The old lady suddenly spoke at this time.
I looked up at the old lady and saw that she looked kind and had no malice in her. Who says that evil spirits must be vicious? Even rabbits need people when they are in a hurry! People are subject to more restrictions.
I was somewhat grateful. In fact, I had planned to leave right away. However, as a living person, I would instinctively head towards the world of the living. Leaving now would be a wasted trip.
After thinking for a while, I took out a thunder talisman, stuck it on the outside of the car, and jumped down.
With the thunder talisman leading the way, you don't have to worry too much. Thunder is the most rigid and yang product between heaven and earth. It can dispel obscurity and make all evil retreat. With the aura emitted by the thunder talisman, it is simply a natural compass on this yin and yang road.
The little ghost drove away in a cloud of dust. I followed the direction of the car slowly and followed the direction of the car. Although the road was foggy, I often encountered some ghost soldiers in ancient uniforms. They passed by slowly with groups of ghosts.
I try to avoid them if I can. Following the crowd is not a good option at this moment. Although my identity as a living person will not be revealed if I am discovered by the ghost soldiers, I will be treated as a lost ghost and be brought back to the ghost team.
These ghosts were all arrested. After all, who wants to die in this world? Of course, I was pulled in and naturally had to be put on a soul-binding chain. It would be extremely difficult to leave.
After about an hour or two, we finally walked out of the fog. In front of us was a wide plain with small mounds scattered among them. The ground was covered with black and was very hard to step on.
I walked slowly and carefully among the hills. It took me another half a day to walk. A river about ten meters wide appeared in front of me.
A stone arch bridge stands above the river. In front of the bridge is a stone tablet with three big characters written on it: Naihe Bridge.
Don’t look back on the Naihe Bridge; a bowl of Mengpo soup will end your past and present lives.
My heart skipped a beat. Coming here is a checkpoint. The Yin soldiers on the Naihe Bridge stood in two rows. There were more than 40 of them. The leader even set up a table at the end of the bridge. Anyone who wanted to go on the bridge would show an ID.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but frown. There are only two ways now, either force your way in, or get away with it by tricking others. But even so, it seems that there is still Mengpo soup to drink after reaching the Naihe Bridge.
I stood far away and thought hard about the solution. Suddenly I found that there was a ghost not far away who had the same idea as me. This ghost had a face full of flesh, holding a machete, and looked ahead cautiously.
The leader of the Yin soldiers in charge of the inspection suddenly stood up and walked towards the bridge. It seemed that he had something urgent to do.
At this moment, the man with the ghost-head knife rushed forward. Without saying a word, he reached the end of the Naihe Bridge and chopped down the ghost soldiers blocking his way with two knives.
Puff! Like a deflated ball, the two ghost soldiers suddenly turned into a puff of black air and dissipated. The bridgehead was immediately in chaos.
The man with the ghost-head knife rushed towards the bridge without saying a word. He rushed to the middle of the bridge in just a few seconds, . The man with the ghost-head knife rushed forward fiercely with the knife, but suddenly stopped.
It was not that he was willing to stop. There was a wrinkled hand on his chest. It looked weak and powerless, as if a gust of wind could blow it apart. But at this moment, it was blocking the man in front of him.
Meng Po! I was so shocked that I almost screamed. The owner of this hand was dressed like a landlord's wife in the old movies. At this moment, she was holding a bowl of soup and looking at the man with a ghost-head knife who rushed in with a smile on her face.
"Meng Po, I'm sorry, this guy is too bold! He actually dared to break into the Naihe Bridge. He really doesn't know how to live or die." The leader of the Yin soldiers who was in charge of registration also hurried over and said respectfully to Meng Po.
Meng Po looked at the ghost soldiers and then at the man in front of her. Then she lifted him up lightly, and the man fell off the bridge with a scream.
The river water suddenly surged, and countless large hands emerged from the water, grabbing the man in their hands.
This scene was like throwing a piece of flesh into a river full of piranhas. The river water rolled, mixed with the man's shrill screams, and it returned to calm in just a moment.
"You trespassed into the Naihe Bridge and massacred the ghost soldiers. You deserve to die. I have already settled the matter here, why don't you return to your post?" Meng Po clapped her hands and said lightly, then sat down again, scooped bowls of Meng Po soup from her bucket and handed them to the ghosts passing by.
I was so frightened that I broke out in a cold sweat. I had just thought about rushing over with this big man while the chaos was going on. But now I was secretly thankful that I had not acted impulsively. Otherwise, if I had fallen, I would have been much more delicious than that man.
I was unwilling to leave. I had to continue to observe from a distance. I found that not everyone had to drink Meng Po soup to cross the bridge. The ghosts who walked across the bridge also split into two groups. I guess they were going to different places.
Of course, those who didn't drink Meng Po soup weren't treated much better. The ghost soldiers would whip them at any time, causing the ghosts to scream. However, the ghost soldiers' interrogation of these people was the least sparse.
Seeing this, I finally took a step forward and slipped in when a group of ghost soldiers escorted the ghost passing by.
The ghost soldier leading the way seemed to have noticed something and looked back, then he shouted without caring, "The gates of hell are open, the evil ghosts will be punished. Everyone who is idle should get out of the way."
Uh! I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I finally understood why these people didn't drink Mengpo soup, and why they didn't check so strictly! These people, he was going to hell. Who was crazy enough to sneak into hell?
