I don't want to work hard anymore

The feeling of falling was too clear, and the pain from the explosion of the golden core swallowed all the senses in an instant. In the silence, Chen Shi opened his eyes, and the pupils shrunk to a little bit slowly focused.

Under the red sky, a dark aura flowed slowly and seemed substantial, and his trembling heart gradually calmed down in the dead air. Chen Shi calmly looked at the sea of ​​red flowers in front of him.

The other side flower?

A stranger will not see a living Bianhua, if so, he is dead.

Chen Shi drooped his eyelids, covering the expression in his eyes. From a distance, he seemed neither sad nor happy.

Ruouowu sobs came, he turned his head following the sound, and saw a woman running in the opposite direction of Bianhua, she ran away countless times and reappeared in the same place countless times, she finally stopped and turned her head Looking at the sea of ​​flowers with tears in his eyes, he dared not and was unwilling to take a step.Chen Shi laughed silently, and didn't know what was in his heart, so he just collected himself and walked on the only way here.

Huangquan Road.

The man was dressed in white, with a flowing robe, walking through the sea of ​​red flowers with a peaceful expression, not like a dead ghost, but like a tourist on an outing.

Under the bridge of Naihe, the water of the River of Forgetfulness flows quietly. Chen Shi looked down and found that the pictures of the past were all in it. He saw that he was unwilling to resign himself to his fate, and finally went back to the past day and night, and finally disturbed the time and ended up dead. Corpse, Jindan shattered end.

It's time to let go.

He stepped on again, and when he reached the bridge, he saw a kind-hearted old woman holding a bowl of soup in her hand.

Mengpotang, this underworld is similar to the one in the legend, maybe some ghost told the story to the human world.

Chen Shi nodded, took the soup bowl, and drank it seriously, one mouthful at a time. He only felt that the soup had a bean-like sweetness, and it was quite delicious. After finishing drinking, he returned the bowl to Granny Meng and smiled at her. smiled.

That smile makes people feel like spring breeze.

But Granny Meng didn't speak, just stared at him, Chen Shi was surprised, so he could only ask, "Grandma, where should I go next?"

As evidenced by Wang Chuan, he is really obedient.

You must know that he has always been unlucky, so he had to use all his manpower, calculate everything, arrange everything painstakingly, and never hand over the decision-making power to others.

After Chen Shi finished speaking, he quietly waited for the order.

Granny Meng didn't speak, but continued to stare at him, which made Chen Shi's heart shudder.

After a while, she served him another bowl of Mengpo soup.

Chen Shi:?

Although he didn't understand why he had to drink two bowls, it was rare that he didn't have to think about it. Chen Shi felt that the last time he died, he didn't have any obsessive-compulsive disorder to control him. I just felt a burst of relief in my heart.After working so hard to practice for so long, only after death can I have a bit of leisure. I have really failed in my whole life.

He didn't ask anything, just took the soup and drank it down.

But she didn't want Po Meng to still stare at him.

Do you want to come again?Chen Shi was puzzled, but felt a little indifferent, and finished the third bowl of soup under Granny Meng's strange eyes.

The taste is not bad, even a little full, do ghosts feel full too?The young ghost returned the bowl to Po Meng while distracted, hoping that there would be no fourth bowl.

"Are you kidding me?" Po Meng said hoarsely instead of taking the bowl.

Chen Shi was a little shocked, feeling that he had suffered a huge injustice.

"You don't think it's wrong?" Granny Meng continued.

What's wrong?He ate the soup honestly and didn't do any small tricks. If it was in the past, he might have hidden it... um, before, before?

How could he still remember the past?

Chen Shi's hand trembled, the soup bowl twirled in his hand, almost fell to the ground, and was held in his hands again.

Holding the bowl, he finally realized that drinking Po Meng's soup didn't work. He stared at Po Meng with some puzzled eyes, feeling that his reincarnation was not going well.

Could it be that his luck has gone all the way from the world to the underworld?After all, he was a little unwilling, so he asked, "Is your soup spoiled?"

After finishing the sentence, the ghosts lining up behind were a little commotion, and Po Meng's kind face also turned ferocious for a moment.

Seeing this, Chen Shi hurriedly comforted him: "It may be because of my poor memory. I can even remember the breakfast ten years ago clearly. A few more bowls should be enough."

Po Meng looked at him suspiciously, and filled another bowl for him.

Chen Shi drank it, it was still delicious, and he still didn't forget the past.

Granny Meng's wrinkled hands swept over her eyes slightly, as if she was casting some spell, and then she looked at the Wangchuan River through Chen Shi for a while, and then said quietly: "You haven't eaten breakfast in 20 years , of course I remember what I ate in the morning ten years ago."

Why are you looking at other people's memories?Chen Shi was a little unhappy.

When his temper came up, he choked his neck and didn't answer, but on his face he looked like a gentle and gentle man, very deceptive.

The commotion of ghosts lined up behind was even louder.

Po Meng was in a bit of a dilemma. Since she served Meng Po soup, some resisted and some begged for mercy. In the end, they were all forced to drink by the ghost guards, but she had never encountered such a cooperating, but ineffective.

Did you use the wrong beans today?

Po Meng pondered secretly, but she thought of the ghost of Shun Shun Shun ahead, and dispelled her doubts.

She filled another bowl and handed it to Chen Shi, with a firm movement, hitting the tip of his nose.

For hundreds of years, the days were as calm as water. She guarded the bridge of Naihe to serve soup, and saw all the faces of the living beings facing death. Her heart was older than her appearance, but this old time aroused her temper.

Five bowls, six bowls, seven bowls, eight bowls, nine bowls, ten bowls... The pot is about to bottom out, and Chen Shi still remembers what happened before his death.

"Mother-in-law." A paleness appeared on Chen Shi's face.

Po Meng was overjoyed, and it finally worked?

"I'm a little tired, take a break?" He said sincerely.

Po Meng's face darkened again, Chen Shi ignored the other's unkind expression and smiled.

He felt that after a while, the old man in front of him lost his sense of kindness and kindness. Of course he understood that a long time ago, when he was not going well, he probably had this expression, colorful.

But over time, he got used to it, and he didn't want to show it on his face anymore.

After all, there were too many things that went wrong for him, so even if he didn't need any extra care, it would be regarded as a posturing.

There are many dangerous peaks on the fairy road, and every step is like walking on thin ice, so tired.

This smile is because of the sudden kindness, and it relieves a little depression in my heart after I no longer suppress it.

It's just that he didn't think about the old man who was so angry that he was smoking.

Po Meng waved her hand irritably, filled a bowl of soup and passed it to the next ghost. The ghost glanced at Chen Shi, then at Po Meng, with trembling eyes, and drank the soup hesitantly.

After a bowl of soup was exhausted, his eyes gradually lost their luster, and his figure became lighter. Then he blinked his eyes in a ignorant manner, and subconsciously drifted towards the Samsara Pool.

Granny Meng's mood improved a little.

Chen Shi rubbed his stomach and digested his food quietly. Seeing that his face was cloudy and cloudy again, Po Meng stared at Chen Shi speculatively, and then she saw a circle on Chen Shi's occasionally exposed wrist. shaped purple marker.

Granny Meng stared.

"What is this?" She came to Chen Shi and grabbed his hand.

Being caught suddenly, Chen Shi was very unhappy, "Let go." There was alienated displeasure in his eyes.

"What is this?" Granny Meng held on tighter.

The displeasure turned cold, and Chen Shi moved his right hand, turning his palm into a knife and was about to cut it off, but just as soon as he moved his hand, he realized something.

The sky in the underworld is dark red, and the black Wangchuan River flows quietly, cold and solemn, lifeless, this is not the mortal world, he is a lonely soul with no friends and no enemies, there is no need to get angry with the old woman, it is agreed ,lay down.

It's already a ghost, maybe it has no mana at all. You know that the strength in the past was more than enough to break someone's arm, so what will happen now?

Don't need to know.

Chen Shi turned the chop into a support, and with a slight movement of his mind, a purple jade ball appeared on his right hand. There was a cone-shaped white jade base under the ball, which looked mysterious and simple.

"Day and night." He sighed a little, and finally understood the reason why Meng Po soup was ineffective.

The days and nights that accompanied him for most of his life, but failed to save his life in the end. At this point, I can't forget the vast past, is it also because of it?