Moon Emperor

Chapter 488 On the Naihe Bridge

Zhao Yaner died in Su Yan's arms.

Immortal Eyes can clearly see her soul disappearing without a trace the moment it leaves the body. This is some kind of netherworld law at work between heaven and earth. There is no such thing as black and white, or a bull-headed horse coming to arrest the soul.

At this moment, Su Yan tried to catch her, but failed.

So Zhao Yan'er was completely declared dead, leaving only a cold corpse, and his whole body froze.

The surroundings were also in chaos. Zhao Yaner's death was too sudden and inexplicable. They didn't even understand what happened. Why did a good living person disappear?

Su Yan seemed unable to hear the noise around him, as if even his thoughts were still at this moment, only the feeling of heartache was extremely clear.

Until the Queen Mother of the West sent a message to him: "The return of the soul to Jiuyou is a natural process of heaven and earth, and it is difficult to interrupt. Even if it can be interrupted, doing so rashly will cause irreparable consequences."

"If the soul of a living person is seduced out of the body by evil magic, we can naturally intervene; even if it is a [living soul] that does not deserve to die but died innocently, we can force it to stay in the world and find a way to resurrect it. .”

"But this girl is different. She is a [dead soul]. Her life is over, and the life span in the book of life and death has ended. Therefore, she has to go to the underworld no matter what."

"Forcing her soul to stay at this time will only make things worse. If you really want to save her, go to the underworld."

Su Yan was shocked, and then he seemed to come to his senses. He murmured to himself: "Can we still save her?"

"I'm not sure, but at least you can see her again, just like I used to go to the underworld to see the girl." When the Queen Mother of the West said this, it was also a side confirmation of something.

She has become one with Nannan. All the fragments have been gathered together, and her body and soul are intact. Although she does not know whether she has returned to her former strength in the fairy world, at least in the mortal world, there should be no one who can be her opponent.

The current Queen Mother of the West is not an incarnation, but the real deity here. No wonder An Yin is so jealous of her and is easily dismissed by her two words.

"Wait!" Su Yan suddenly remembered something, "Three Court Seals! Three Court Seals can save her."

This is the Qingcheng Palace's sect-suppressing immortal weapon, left by the ancient true immortal Ning Fengzi. Its lethality is second to none. The most precious thing is that it is a treasure that is responsible for both destruction and healing.

Its core ability is called: Potting the soul to build the soul, killing the dead and ascending to life.

The former is to reshape the soul with true water and true fire; the latter is to cut off the dead name and the birth certificate.

In short, the Three Court Seal can achieve true "resurrection", allowing the dead soul to undergo refinement and transform into a living soul; finally, the difficulty of returning the living soul to the sun is much lower.

Su Yan had been thinking before that he would find a suitable body for You Yue in the future, and then borrow the Three Court Seals from Qingcheng Palace to refine her soul and truly resurrect her.

Now that Queen Mother Xi reminded me of it, wouldn't it be appropriate to use the Three Court Seals to rescue Yan'er?

So Su Yan immediately looked at the sobbing Yu Zhen beside him, "Don't cry yet, Yan'er can still be saved. I'm going to the underworld first. After you return to Qingcheng Palace, you can find a way to send the Three Court Seal to me in the underworld." "

In fact, the Three Court Seals are on the body of the Immaculate True Lord Lin Wanbai now, but the trip to Tianyuan Secret Land is not over yet, and he is still fighting with others; Su Yan has no reason to directly take away other people's immortal weapons, even if it is to save someone. He is a disciple of Qingcheng Palace.

Su Yan chose to go to the underworld first and find Zhao Yan'er first. Don't let her go through the process and be sent to the six reincarnations, then there would be no hope.

Whether it was Yu Zhen, Ning Ying, the people in Qingcheng Palace, or the Twelve Envoys, they were a little shocked when they heard these words. Going to the underworld to find people?

Ordinary people would never dare to think about such a thing, but when you think about it, it seems that there is nothing he can't do.

Su Yan didn't have time to explain too much. He just asked Yuzhen to freeze Yan'er's body, and then nodded to everyone, "I will be back soon."

After saying that, he raised his hands to the Queen Mother of the West and said, "Please Yuanjun, please take action."

Although in the past when he was in Shuiyuejianzhai, Su Yan had transcended the souls of the dead to go to the six realms of reincarnation, but that did not pass through the underworld; now he does not know the specific coordinates of the underworld, and cannot immediately break the boundary between life and death to go there.

By the time Su Yan takes his time to check the information and comes back, Yan'er will probably be cold by now.

Among other things, the flow of time between the underworld and the human world is different. Legend has it that one day in heaven lasts one year on earth; one day on earth lasts one year in the underworld.

As far as Su Yan knew, this was probably an exaggeration, but the flow of time in the underworld was indeed faster than that in the human world, so he couldn't delay at all now.

The Queen Mother of the West nodded gently. She was already familiar with the journey. With a wave of her right hand, a mysterious circular passage that was pitch black and lightless, exuding strong Yin energy and death energy, appeared in front of Su Yan.

Su Yan did not hesitate at all, and resolutely embarked on this road to hell.
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In the underworld, on the road to Huangquan, the world is surrounded by darkness. When you look up, you can't see the sun or the moon, only the coldness and endless silence.

There are mountains here, there are peaks, there are ridges, there are caves, and there are streams; but there are no grass on the mountains, no peaks reaching into the sky, no visitors on the ridges, no clouds in the caves, and no flowing water in the streams.

The wind here is rustling, which is the smoke coming from the whistle of the magic soldier; the black mist is long, it is the breath secretly blowing out. There is no scenery when looking up and down, and everything is ruined when looking at each other. The thorns and bushes hide ghosts and monsters, and the phosphorus on the stone cliffs hides evil spirits. You don't hear the noise of animals and birds in your ears, but you can only see the movement of ghosts and monsters in front of your eyes.

Zhao Yaner was confused and confused, walking on a winding loess road among a long procession of dead souls.

She suddenly woke up as she walked, and saw the ghosts crying around her, and from time to time someone looked back reluctantly.

On both sides of the team, there are bull-headed and horse-faced ghost servants patrolling. They are wearing gray clothes of government officials. They all look fierce and fierce. They may hold steel forks or long whips in their hands, and their attitudes are very bad. If someone dares to drag his feet, even without reason If you leave the team, you will be whipped immediately.

"Walk faster, walk faster! After finishing this work, these gentlemen are going to drink."

Zhao Yaner followed the dead souls in an orderly manner and was not bullied. However, she was stunned for a while before she realized her situation.

She couldn't help but said to herself: Am I dead? Yes, I became Brother Su’s scapegoat.

Zhao Yaner felt a little bitter in her heart, but she did not regret it, because she had already been mentally prepared for this the moment she gave away the "talisman".

Previously in the Tianyuan Secret Land, Yan'er made a deal with a Wangchuan River ferryman and got a life-saving thing from him.

The ferryman was a scapegoat, so the treasure he gave was naturally a scapegoat.

At first, Zhao Yaner thought she had been deceived, but before leaving, the ferryman told her how to use the phalanx.

This thing has been bound to her breath. The so-called life-saving means one life for another.

Zhao Yaner first drips blood into the bones, and then transfers it to the person she wants to protect; when that person encounters a death crisis, she can die for him once.

In fact, this thing can also be used to save one's own life. In other words, either Zhao Yaner dies for others, or someone else dies for her; from a rational point of view, the latter is the correct usage.

Zhao Yaner found someone else to drip blood on her finger bones. In this way, when she was in danger of death, it would be someone else who died, which was equivalent to dragging in an innocent person to be the scapegoat.

Only this time, Zhao Yaner chose to be the innocent person.

Since it is your own choice, what is there to regret? It's just that Zhao Yan'er didn't expect that she would still embark on the path that the monster from the Immortality Sect taught her in Luoyang City.

"Brother, where are we going?" Zhao Yaner boldly spoke to a horse-faced ghost on the right.

The ghost looked like a cute little girl, and her tone was not so fierce, "The next stop is Naihe Bridge, there is nothing to be afraid of." Yan'er's heart tightened, but on the surface she still said softly: "Then we go to Naihe Bridge, it's Don’t you want to drink Meng Po soup?”

"Yes, after drinking, you will forget all your worries and you will have a good pregnancy in the next life." Horse-faced Ghost Cha said disapprovingly.

"Well, thank you, brother." Zhao Yan'er retracted into the team without making any extraordinary move. Her temperament is now much more mature than before, and she will not mess around easily.

Not to mention making a fuss, is it useful? Now Zhao Yan'er doesn't have any magic power in her body and is just a lonely ghost. She can only get a beating in exchange for making trouble. Is it possible that you still want to escape back to the earth?

It's impossible. Death is death. It's time to accept your fate. It's a blessing among misfortunes that you can still have three souls and seven souls left behind and hope for the next life.

Speaking here, the general situation is that they want to keep Su Yan's soul and search for it. Otherwise, Zhao Yan'er, who died for Su Yan, would also inevitably end up in a state of disarray.

Not long after, the team of dead souls finally arrived at the Naihe Bridge. Not far away was a blood river that Zhao Yaner was familiar with. Both sides of the river bank were covered with blood-red and coquettish flowers.

She had seen this river before in the Yang world, but in this underworld, with the howling wind, the waves of blood, and the countless corpses and ghosts, the Wangchuan River looked even more terrifying.

Zhao Yaner instinctively felt extremely afraid of it and wished she could stay away from it.

The same was true for other ghosts, but they still trembled and were caught up on the Naihe Bridge one by one by the evil ghost soldiers.

There is a simple pandan shed on the bridge. There is a prescription stove in front of the shed, and a large vat of hot soup is simmering on the stove. Beside the vat, there is a slender woman, holding a big spoon, stirring the soup from time to time, and scooping out a bowl. A bowl of hot soup for the souls who have passed over the bridge to drink.

There are "heavy soldiers" guarding the shed. Of course, heavy soldiers mean there are about ten more bull-headed and horse-faced men. These gangsters are used to being lazy. No one in the underworld has dared to cause trouble for a long time. Most of what they do on weekdays is intimidation.

Zhao Yan'er was originally uneasy, but when the fragrance of Meng Po soup came vaguely, she couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and at the same time she felt thirsty in her mouth.

She was born as a princess in the mortal world and had never tasted any delicacies from the mountains and seas. But when she smelled this smell, she couldn't help it, and the feeling of dryness in her mouth became more intense.

The ghosts who lined up in front and behind Zhao Yan'er also swallowed frequently and stretched their heads to look around. If they weren't frightened by the power of the evil, they might have rushed up.

Finally, Yan'er also stepped onto this dilapidated black wooden bridge that had been in disrepair. As soon as she stepped firmly, the broken bridge creaked and creaked, which was really frightening. You must know that there are countless ghosts and monsters under the bridge. Crying and holding out his hand.

"Come, come, come, my Meng Po soup, also called Wangyou water, take one bowl and I guarantee that you will finish your last journey without any worries."

Zhao Yan'er followed the sound and saw a woman in ragged clothes with a kerchief covering her head. Although she was dressed as an old woman, her appearance was quite charming. She was holding up a bowl of soup and handing it to a man with a numb expression.

Her skin under her rags is white and delicate, and her smile has a sense of intimacy, as if she is the big sister next door, making it easy for people to relax their vigilance.

Is this Mrs. Meng? Why is it different from what is said in the book? Yan'er thought vaguely.

"I don't want to drink!" The man dressed as a scholar pushed away stubbornly.

This was a big deal. The bull-headed and horse-faced men on the left and right came over and held down his arms, "His grandma, you don't have to drink a toast, right?"

Po Meng still looked friendly and kind, but she was not shy in her hand. She directly took Po Meng's soup and poured it into the man's mouth.

"I don't want to forget Alan! I, no, gulu, no, drink, gulu."

As the bowl of hot soup was filled with more than half of the soup, the scholar's twisted expression gradually became dull. Finally, the handle of the nugget and horse noodles was released, and he stopped struggling.

Then Po Meng threw the broken bowl away impatiently, "Next one."

The ghost soldier next to him pushed him, and the scholar walked forward numbly, muttering to himself: "Who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do?"

Zhao Yaner's face turned pale when she saw this scene, and she felt great fear in her heart; she regretted it, she didn't want to accept her fate, and even her abnormal thirst was suppressed.

But the person in front drank quickly, and soon she was pushed in front of Po Meng.

Seeing the shivering look of the little girl, Po Meng chuckled, and stirred the hot soup in the urn. Yan'er saw that although the soup was clear in color, a few human bones were vaguely visible in the urn.

"Come on, little girl, you won't be afraid if you drink it." As usual, Po Meng picked up a bowl and handed it to her mouth.

"I, I don't want to drink." Zhao Yan'er staggered back. The bull-headed and horse-faced men on both sides were already prepared and immediately held her down!

"I won't drink, I won't drink! I don't want to forget Brother Su." Yan'er shook her shoulders and struggled desperately, tears glistening in her eyes.

Mrs. Meng was no longer so good-tempered. She snorted coldly, "I've seen too many stupid women like you, hold it down."

"Is this because you said you don't want to drink it?" She pried open Zhao Yan'er's mouth with one hand and forcefully poured a bowl of soup into it.

The taste of this soup is bitter, astringent and salty at first, but it soon becomes extremely sweet, making people want to swallow it.

In great pain, Zhao Yan'er didn't know where she got the strength to bite the broken porcelain bowl into pieces. Po Meng's fingers were bitten to pieces and were bleeding.

Po Meng screamed in pain, and before anyone could come forward to help, they saw the woman who was being held down suddenly turned into a clay figure and stone statue.

Zhao Yaner's body was freed from restraints. She reached out to grab a piece of the porcelain bowl that flew out, pulled Po Meng into her arms with her backhand, and pointed the sharp fragment at her neck, "Don't come here!"

Good guy, a passing ghost kidnapped Po Meng, and a bunch of bastards and gangsters who had never seen such a battle on weekdays started to panic.

Po Meng endured the pain and sneered, and was about to recite a magic spell and cast a spell to take down the little bitch, but Zhao Yaner scooped up a large spoonful of soup and poured it into her mouth!

Po Meng was caught off guard and swallowed several mouthfuls, and suddenly started to choke and cough.

The ghost soldiers were even more stunned when they saw this scene. This, this, Meng Po was force-fed Meng Po soup? ! I'm afraid no one would believe me if I told you this.

As soon as the bull-headed and horse-faced men were about to move forward with steel forks, Zhao Yan'er immediately slashed Po Meng's neck with her dead hand, causing blood to splash. Po Meng was immediately frightened and screamed, and the ghost soldiers also backed away.

Po Meng's expression was extremely distorted, half confused and half frightened, as if she didn't understand why she was being held hostage for no reason.

In fact, Zhao Yan'er's expression was not much better than hers. Yan'er's face was confused. Although her eyes were a bit ferocious, she just muttered, "Don't come over, don't come over. Come over and I'll kill you." She, no one can force me.”

"Let's go! Take me away quickly." Yan'er held the broken porcelain piece in her hand and stabbed Po Meng in the neck.

Po Meng screamed lifelessly again. She closed her eyes and subconsciously activated the divine power in her body. The two of them immediately flew into the air, jumped over the Naihe Bridge, and disappeared into the thick fog in the blink of an eye.

　PS: I have finally written the last volume. The title of the volume is: Ordinary Stories of Lan Zhou Lying Drunk and Traveling to the Moon Palace with Qing Lian.

　　The fourth volume took too long to write, and due to the combination of chapters, the length has almost caught up with the previous two volumes.

　　As of this writing, it is basically a stand-alone game. Needless to say, subscribing is extremely miserable. It is only because of the promise made when it was launched that I have persisted until now. If I continue to write books in the future, I won’t be so stubborn anymore.

　　

　

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