Chapter 450

"Plain shoes." Ling Wu beckoned to the little girl. "I have something to tell you."

The little girl immediately got up and skipped over to appear next to Ling Wu, then lowered her head and pretended to listen attentively.

Lingwu whispered something in her ear.

Su Lu nodded repeatedly.

As she listened, the little girl's eyes, which could clearly distinguish between good and evil, shone with a radiant light.

"But what if they all fall into the trap set by Su Lu?" Su Lu looked up, asking this question, but her tone was full of respect for Ling Wu.

“That is destiny.” Ling Wu stroked Su Lu’s head, her tone exceptionally gentle. “However, they will choose the right path.”

More and more souls are trapped on that road, and their demise is, in fact, their own choice.

But before that, why not open this third path for them?

“It will be a bit tough on Su Lu,” Ling Wu said to Su Lu.

"Plain shoes are not bitter; plain shoes can also illuminate the path for more souls to walk." Plain shoes obediently let Lingwu stroke them. "Moreover, if it weren't for you, sister, I wouldn't have been able to come into this world, let alone stand in the underworld and receive the offerings of the lunar calendar and the souls of the dead."

"Therefore, wearing plain shoes is not bitter at all."

"To have won my sister's favor is a great honor for me."

Upon hearing this, Ling Wu smiled and took the small hand in Su Lu's shoes. "This time, I will accompany you."

"Really?" Su Lu exclaimed in surprise.

Then she covered her mouth with one hand, and blinked her beautiful, upturned eyes, which shone brightly.

Ling Wu responded gently, "Of course it can't be fake."

A shimmering white dress and a bright red skirt swept past the door of Yiyoulou, after which the heavy door slowly closed.

It will only turn on again when its owner returns.

Besides, even with such outrageous words, the doors remained tightly shut.

Along the road to the underworld, the red spider lilies bloom all the way, their lush green leaves and crimson flowers never meeting.

Two figures, one tall and one short, walked here.

In a short while, Lingwu appeared at the land of the dead that Su Lu had mentioned.

A vast multitude of spirits were imprisoned within dark chains, while numerous underworld officials guarded the outside of the chains.

Lady Meng—

An underworld official was about to open his mouth and summon someone.

Lingwu did not want to make a big fuss, so with a slight gesture, Liuguang silenced the Yin official.

His eyes lingered on the Yin official for a moment, and the Yin official forgot everything that had just happened.

The existence of Lingwu and Sulu was completely ignored by all the spirits.

Ling Wu's gaze fell on many familiar figures, all of whom carried great fortune.

But they chose to waste their time here.

Seeing this, Lingwu finally sighed softly and said to Su Lu:

"Wearing plain shoes, I went to speak with him, even though I had no idea what was going on."

"I will obey." Without hesitation, the young girl nodded and left.

But as soon as she was out of Lingwu's sight, the little girl sat cross-legged on the side of the road where the red spider lilies were in full bloom, resting her chin on one hand.

She was calculating in her mind the time it would take for her sister to meet with her old friend.

Lingwu understood Su Lu's intelligence better than anyone.

Without the little girl by her side, Lingwu didn't linger any longer and walked straight towards the dark chain.

As they approached the chains, the aura of a magical artifact belonging to Yan Wang appeared.

The chains were about to swing away Ling Wu, but as soon as they touched Ling Wu's skirt, they obediently retracted back into the chains.

Lingwu did not hesitate for a moment, passing through the chain and appearing among the crowded souls.

Lingwu met the gaze of each familiar spirit for a fleeting moment.

Then it becomes clear why the other party would rather perish than be reincarnated.

—Most of them started with her.

Lingwu walked from beginning to end.

Princess Song Leyuan, who was usually so willful and unruly, seemed to have some doubts, and her sharp eyes suddenly softened.

She reached out her fingertips, trying to find the owner of this cool fragrance.

Ke Lingwu did not stop.

Bypassing Song Leyuan, the story touches upon several members of the imperial family during the prosperous dynasty.

The princes and princesses all possessed their own destiny, and now they were huddled together, their light shining brightly, so that ordinary spirits dared not approach them even slightly.

Lingwu shook her head gently and walked forward again.

We see the Queen, who has lived a life of obedience and has seen all the mountains and rivers; the romantic and innocent Imperial Nobleman; the Quanrong King, who bows his head and pinches the rough stitches; and the delicate little boy protecting the Queen.

As soon as they seemed to sense something, Lingwu concealed her aura.

The hem of her skirt swept past them without a backward glance.

Those blessed with good fortune are always dazzling; another one appears before your eyes.

But she used her luck to conjure a bottle of cola and carefully held it in her arms.

And that black dress she was wearing was extremely familiar.

This is Wenya.

Lingwu went deeper again.

And there I saw the dazzling young man, meticulously counting the red threads on his wrist as they flew upwards.

As Ling Wu approached, the dazzling young man seemed to sense something and raised his head. He reached out his fingertip and gently touched the non-existent red thread for a moment.

Little did he know, Ling Wu was making eye contact with him.

This is the moon's reflection.

In that instant, Lingwu accidentally walked past him.

Behind Yueying was a woman in a purple dress leaning obediently against the chains, her eyes shining with a pure light.

When their eyes met unexpectedly, two round, white and pink little ears suddenly appeared on the top of his head.

This is Jiu Mei.

Seeing Jiu Mei sniff, she seemed to have noticed something as well.

Ling Wu looked away.

Further on, Lingwu saw a radiant woman protecting a stack of postcards.

This is Lu Jingyue.

Ling Wu met her gaze once more, then looked away.

As she passed Zoe, Lingwu shook her head slightly.

It's unknown how much good fortune he, a Westerner who should have gone to paradise, had to waste to remain in the underworld.

Looking further back, one sees a meticulous man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a notebook clutched protectively to his chest.

This is Jiangdu.

The others in that small world should still be being punished in the underworld and were not qualified to choose to stay here.

Ling Wu still brushed past him.

The gaze fell upon the pale face of the boy.

This is Feng Xiaobei.

Further in, Lingwu's eyes met those of a group of friends from Crescent Moon Village.

Still avoiding them, Lingwu continued to venture deeper into the rear.

A black cat was curled up on the edge of the road, its green eyes calm and still, but when its gaze met Ling Wu's, it seemed to be momentarily dazed.

However, Ling Wu quickly shifted her focus.

After all, there are still old friends back home.

The alluring woman wore an ice-blue dress, her eyes and brows were captivating, yet she exuded a cold indifference.

This is Fuxue.

The young man in red also stood nearby, his delicate features restrained by indifference.

This is Little Phoenix, so astonishing.

Until the very end.

A few scattered souls drifted in from afar, their souls carrying a fragmented group of spirits, which fell heavily in front of Lingwu's shoes.

Newborn souls face difficulties to begin with, and now it seems they have lost half of their consciousness.

Ling Wu frowned slightly for a moment, and as she prepared to leave, she sighed softly, "So be it, it's fate after all."

A stream of light flowed from her fingertips, gently embracing the fragmented soul.

"But we can no longer call her Nuwa."