I'm not the underworld

Chapter 246 Throwing into the River of Forgetfulness
Soon, Chen Yifan and others came to Naihe Bridge.

Beside the Naihe Bridge, the one who distributes Mengpo soup to the ghosts is still the soul-stirringly beautiful young woman, Wangyou.

It seemed that Po Meng hadn't come back yet. Chen Yifan passed by, and when he noticed the gaze from there, he couldn't help but look back, and nodded slightly to Wangyou as a greeting.

This is also one of the few people he knows in the underworld.

Wangyou was curious to see what was going on, and looked at Chen Yifan for a moment, and quickly lowered his eyes.

"Hey! Granny Meng, here's a bowl of soup! You're not professional, I've been waiting for a long time!" This time, the one in line at Wangyou's place was a young boy in his 25s, looking at Chen Yifan's side Huge scene, while rolling up his sleeves and yelling.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Wangyou rolled up his sleeves with the big soup spoon, and struck the ghost's head fiercely with the spoon, making a solid sound.

"I'm not Mengpo! How many times do I have to say that?"

"Give me a drink!" Wangyou took back the spoon, scooped a bowl of soup that was as muddy and yellow as Wangchuan River in the steaming soup pot, and suddenly handed it to the ghost of the second fool.

A little bit of the muddy soup splashed out, and the bubbling soup just now dripped onto Wangyou's slender fingers like white jade, but she didn't seem to feel it.

The fiery red nails caused the ghost of the idiot to stare blankly for a few seconds.

Just as Wangyou was about to get angry again, the idiot ghost took the bowl, frowned and said, "Why do I see that most of their bowls are full, and I only have a full bowl?"

"Stop talking nonsense! My old lady sees you upset, so I'll give you a drink. You'll be reincarnated as a fool. Do you have any objections? Drink!" Wangyou crossed his arms, and couldn't help but glance at the direction of Chen Yifan, who had already walked onto the Naihe Bridge, and turned his head , shouted at the ghost of the fool.

It was... no secret!
The ghost of the fool was stunned for a moment, oh my god! This Meng Po is different from the one in the legend, why is she so fierce!
Before he could speak, Wangyou had already pressed his head and poured it down directly from a bowl.

Perhaps the dosage was too high. The ghost was confused at that time, and followed the ghost in front of him in a daze.

Seeing Wangyou violently filling the soup, the ghosts in the back did not dare to say a word, tremblingly took the soup from Wangyou's hand, and obediently drank it.

While making soup for the ghosts, Wangyou looked at the bridge from time to time.

Chen Yifan was dressed in human clothes, with a calm expression, but he did not lack the majesty of Emperor Fengdu. His body was obviously not tall enough, and he stood among several hell kings, but his aura was not inferior at all, with a clear distinction between priority and secondary.

"Lost!" Chen Yifan looked down at the Wangchuan River flowing under the bridge, and countless ghosts with broken limbs were struggling and screaming.

On the Wangchuan River, there are actually three bridges. The three bridges are tall and short. The stone slabs of the short bridge are slippery and there is no guardrail. People who have committed crimes during their lifetime walk on this bridge. If they are a little careless, they are directly pulled into the river by the evil spirits under the bridge. .

This is the first screening of the good and evil of the ghosts who come to report by the underworld.

Chen Yifan and the others were on the taller one. The stone bridge was quite exquisite and had guardrails. Chen Yifan was standing by the bridge, watching the evil spirits struggling in the river, and asked the ghost messengers to throw a few Dongying ghosts into the river.

Looking at the evil ghosts in the river that were constantly struggling with the flow of the river, a group of Dongying ghosts were frightened and struggled hard.

"No! You can't do this, Lord Yan Mo won't let you go!"

"We are not the ghosts of the Eastern Hell, you have no right to deal with us!"

"Let us go!"

……

Chen Yifan turned his head and glanced at the Dongying ghosts who were caught by the ghost guards and were walking towards the Wangchuan River.

"No right to dispose? You are ghosts, so you are doomed and under my jurisdiction!" The corners of Chen Yifan's mouth slightly raised, but there was a trace of unkindness in his smile.

All over his body, there seemed to be some chills that made people feel shivering from the soul.

For him in his previous life, taking over the position of Emperor Fengdu was already a grievance, and he had left himself with an incomplete body and a mess. If he was still in his previous life, he might have to go directly to Tiandao to settle accounts.

Who told me to hang up?I can't stand it!
"Boom!" A crisp sound of water seemed to ring in my ears, and the first Dongying ghost was thrown into the river.

Almost at the moment when he was thrown into the river, a large group of evil spirits in the river rushed over.

Even in the river, being scoured by the gravel-laden river water and corroded by the special forces in the Wangchuan River every day, and enduring endless pain and torment every day, every day, every hour, they still have an instinctive desire to survive.

Devouring the soul bodies of other ghosts can allow them to last longer.

This is also the reason why most of the ghosts in this river are broken bodies and limbs. If they are normally washed away by the Wangchuan River, the entire soul body will gradually fade and disappear, and the power of the soul body will be taken away by the river and return to heaven and earth.

"Forgive me! Forgive me! I know I was wrong!"

"Please, spare me!"

Seeing this, the remaining Dongying ghosts finally stopped clamoring and begged Chen Yifan.

"Keep throwing!" Chen Yifan looked calm, looking at the Wangchuan River flowing down the river, where countless evil spirits struggled in the river and were taken away by the river.

In the underworld, perhaps because of his priesthood, his mood was difficult to fluctuate. Seeing this miserable and disgusting scene, he was actually calm and indifferent.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

There was a series of sounds of water, and the Dongying ghosts were thrown into the river one by one.

Seeing this scene, Qi Xuanwei couldn't help but clenched her fists, her whole body was trembling, she was excited.

She is still a little immature, but it is not difficult to see that a smile can't help showing on her delicate and charming face, and when she smiles, she can't help but shed two lines of tears.

Now, the vengeance has been avenged and the grievances have been resolved, but she... can't go back to the beginning.

The flowers that have not yet bloomed just withered. She has only experienced suffering, but she has not experienced any beauty in this world.

Her life was over before it even started.

Although it is about to be reincarnated, but at this moment, this unforgettable memory is still there, so how can I let it go?

How can it be without regret, pain, and despair?

After all the Dongying ghosts cast, Chen Yifan turned his head to look at Qi Xuanwei, and felt pity in his heart.

It turns out that it's not that they can't be infected by emotions at all, but they are immune to all the miserable, painful, cruel... scenes of hell, and they will still be touched by the true love in the world.

Chen Yifan raised his hand, rubbed the little female ghost's head, took her hand, and walked towards Po Meng's gazebo.

Wangyou found that the majestic young man who was originally standing on the bridge came before him at some time, scooping up a bowl of Mengpo soup and was about to hand it to the ghosts in front of him. Juju said: "I have seen Dijun!"

(End of this chapter)