Chapter 1: What to do The underworld, the Lethe River. The sky was filled with flaming red clouds, which looked extremely beautiful. From time to time, black giant birds with strange shapes flew by, making a "cuckoo cuckoo" sound, which was creepy. It was afternoon, and the ghosts from the Judge's Hall to the Land of Reincarnation were lining up in a long line across the Naihe Bridge, with no end in sight. Every few steps beside the line, there was a ghost soldier standing. The ghost soldiers stood straight, holding a black whip in their hands, with ferocious faces. They stood beside the team, their eyes scanning the team from time to time. On the Naihe Bridge, a tall and thin old man in the team looked around and saw that no one seemed to notice him, so he left the team and turned sideways to look under the bridge. At this time, a whip suddenly stretched several feet long and flew over, emitting a green fluorescent light in the air, and hit the old man hard. This kind of whip may seem inconspicuous, but it is a special whip for beating the gods, which can cause great harm to the soul. Since the underworld is in charge of reincarnation, it is quite common. The man was suddenly whipped by the whip, screamed, and fell to the ground immediately... Meng Po stood not far from the bridge, watching all this with an indifferent expression, unmoved at all. Six thousand years. When she first came here, she subconsciously stopped the ghost soldiers from doing this, but now, she has gotten used to it.
Time can change a lot of things. Six thousand years is too long. Due to the unexpected events, there was a little commotion in the team. But it soon quieted down—— "Keep moving forward!" the ghost soldier shouted. The team slowly moved forward. The tall and thin man fell to the ground, and no one dared to help him up. At this time, the space fluctuated, Meng Po's expression changed, and she pointed her index finger into the void, and the figure of a middle-aged man appeared in the void. "Feng Yun, what's the matter?" "Master Meng, there is a mortal soul that is showing abnormal behavior in the land of reincarnation." Feng Yun bowed and replied, "Master, please take a look!" The images in the space then changed. In the Six Paths of Reincarnation, a young man was squatting on the ground, holding his stomach with his hands and vomiting violently. What he vomited was all green liquid. Meng Po was stunned, her face was uncertain, and she pondered, "Could it be that someone has moved his soul?" "I also guessed so. Then, do you want me to erase the mark of his soul, not enter the human world, and randomly transfer him to one of the other five paths?" "No need. It's just a mortal soul. How much trouble can it cause? Besides, my Absolute Memory-Severing Pill cannot be easily removed... Just let him reincarnate." "Sir, what if... I said what if this matter causes trouble and the higher-ups blame and implicate you?" "Humph, blame? If you really want to blame someone, then blame those old guys in the Judge's Hall. Their investigation is not clear, and their judgment is not clear. What does it have to do with us?" Feng Yun seemed to want to say something, but Meng Po raised her eyebrows and scolded, "Just do as I say. I will bear all the consequences." "I dare not. I worry too much." Feng Yun was shocked and replied hastily, "I will take my leave!" Meng Po nodded and waved her hand gently, and Feng Yun's figure disappeared into the void. After the middle-aged man disappeared, Meng Po suddenly smiled and murmured, "Six thousand years have passed. Can you imagine that the strong-willed cousin you sent in the past has become so timid? People will change. But why can't I let it go? My Juechen Duanyi Pill can cut off the dust of hundreds of millions of people, but why can't it cut off my own thoughts..." She raised her head and looked up at the sky, her eyes were deep and blurred, and her cold expression became extremely gentle. In the Moon Palace, a middle-aged man was chopping down an osmanthus tree.
He had a rugged appearance and muscles full of explosive power. When he swung the axe, his hair flew like a lion ready to pounce. Every time the axe was chopped down, the axe blade went deeper into the tree, and it seemed that a few dozen axe strikes would be enough to chop down the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. But strangely, when the axe was pulled out, the cracks healed automatically in an instant, and were as good as new. The hand that was raised again suddenly stopped. The axe shone brightly in the moonlight... "Wu Gang!" A voice suddenly shouted from the void, "You are breaking the rules by missing Meng Po again!" Beep! A lightning arc as thick as a bowl fell from the sky and hit Wu Gang. Wu Gang's whole body trembled. He gritted his teeth, raised his axe and chopped at the osmanthus tree fiercely again... Meng Po retracted her gaze, closed her eyes, and forced herself to stop the tears that were about to fall. I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals. If I had known that the love between an immortal and a ghost would make you suffer for ten thousand years, I should have given up this ghost immortal body and agreed to be a pair of mortals entangled in the past life together with you... What can I do! (End of this chapter)