Chapter 108: The Underworld and Paper Figures

[4 years old: She saved you! She saved everyone! She saved herself!

Now! You can really relax and say this to yourself happily.

——Happy fourth birthday!

Reputation is growing! Physical fitness is declining! 】

Wu You almost wanted to cry at this scene.

So horrible!

The damn emperor actually acted as a human trafficker and kidnapped his own people!

Why call this Xijing? Just call it Myanmar Capital!

And he also used Cang Qing as a human experiment!

Ancient mad science is too crazy!

No wonder people say that our ancestors’ wisdom is terrifying! It’s really terrifying! They actually grafted animal cubs into human bodies! And it actually worked!

Indeed, talent is the root of all evil!

[4 years old: Of course, the only drawback is that you are on the verge of death due to excessive blood loss.

Let us speak out loud here.

——Help me! Mr. Wang, the Imperial Doctor! 】

When Chu Songjun went down.

The man has fallen into a coma, but he believes that the reliable Cassia will help him clean up the rest.

Chu Songjun had skillfully reached the gates of hell and was already able to dial the underworld hotline with ease.

"Hello, is this Sister Mengpo?"

There was a moment of silence on the other side: "Dear guest!"

Chu Songjun said calmly: "Yes, I am here again."

Hang up the phone.

Chu Songjun pulled out a folding chair from the edge of the ghost gate, carefully put it down several steps away from the yellow line, and sat down.

At that time, it was to contact "him" in the previous life more quickly.

Chu Songjun resorted to sacrifice.

After seeing the beam of light gradually expanding around Cang Qing, he completely fainted.

I can only hope that “another self” is kind and save him.

The scenery of the underworld has undergone tremendous changes compared to when he first arrived.

The underworld in the past was just an extremely rigid landscape painting.

But as more and more people died, and as he explored the world more and more, the underworld seemed to be constantly being injected with vitality.

And the number of staff is increasing.

The nothingness in the distance gradually solidifies and becomes an exquisite building.

Originally he thought it was just a virtual space created by his golden finger.

After all, how can the underworld be so empty with only some special buildings and a staff member named Meng Po? It's like those people who don't have enough financial resources and say they want to build an Eiffel Tower, but only build a model at the door.

But the underworld is evolving.

Far and near, including the gates of hell in front of us.

A solid entity emerged from the center of the void fog, and then gradually changed from being rough to being finely crafted.

He had never noticed it in the past years until this time. The repeated near-death experiences allowed him to observe the underworld more clearly.

Sister Mengpo, Lord Yama, and the Judge.

Who are they?

In other words, what kind of gods are they?

Chu Songjun recalled the past and the doubts that "him in his previous life" had about the world. Since this world had experienced such a tragic battle, how could it form such a peaceful situation after thousands of years?

What did the gods do in the past after they woke up from their madness?

Maybe it's time to find out.

Chu Songjun recalled the paper figures that were all over the mountains in Xijing.

I had a bold guess in my mind.

When Meng Po arrived, the King of Hell, the Judge and Chu Songjun were already playing Landlord. Chu Songjun and the Judge fought against the King of Hell together, making the King of Hell look worried and sad.

Meng Po was late because she was making soup. Once when she was reincarnated, she was there but the soup was not. It was so embarrassing that she thought she would never forget it in her life.

When all four of them arrived, three of them started playing mahjong.

Sometimes we can talk about things at the mahjong table.

Chu Songjun swayed and played a card: "I saw something special in Xijing recently."

Sanshen nodded: "What?"

Chu Songjun changed the subject: "After a person dies, if he doesn't become a ghost, what will he become?"

The judge touched a card unnaturally: "Just reincarnate. It's not a good thing to become a ghost. When a person dies, it's like a lamp goes out. If it comes back, it's like a ghost lighting a lamp!"

"Reincarnation?"

Chu Songjun said in an ambiguous tone.

"Why do I feel like it has turned into paper figures flying all over the sky, moving with the wind, running around everywhere, growing and shrinking everywhere."

The King of Hell's hand trembled, and a card fell out.

Chu Songjun's eyebrows were sharp, and he acted quickly: "Bang!"

He pushed down the row in front of him, took advantage of the situation and said, "It's a win, Xiao Si Xi."

Meng Po: “?”

Lord Yama: “?”

Judge: “?”

Chu Songjun clasped his hands together, turned back to the original topic as if nothing had happened, and smiled, "As professionals in the underworld, do you have any idea about the paper figurines?"

"We are partners and comrades-in-arms. Can you tell me?"

Chu Songjun's words softened.

He was very clear about how much help the underworld had given him along the way.

They are companions.

The three of them were stunned and couldn't help but look at each other, hesitating in silence.

After a while.

Meng Po was the first to answer Chu Songjun's question: "After death, people should go to the underworld, but the underworld has long been gone. The forty-six ghosts in the underworld have fled to the human world. The human soul has nowhere to go and can only wander around."

"Gone? Escaped?" Chu Songjun was stunned.

So is this underworld being rebuilt now?

The three gods in the underworld...

Meng Po smiled and drank a sip of tea: "We are of course real gods, but whether I am Meng Po, whether he is the judge, or whether he is the King of Hell, it is actually not important to you..."

"The important thing is... this is the underworld, and the first thing you see is us."

“…”

Chu Songjun was silent for a while.

The judge stroked his beard silently, looked at the card table for a long time, slapped the table, and finally said: "Dear guest, aren't you cheating? Aren't these two fours?"

Chu Songjun lowered his head with a smile, then looked up at the three gods opposite him who were slowly narrowing their eyes. He remained calm and said seriously, "Whether I won or not, or whether I cheated, it's actually not important to you. What's important is..."

He reached out and reshuffled the cards: "The next round has begun!"

Three Gods: "..."

***

When Chu Songjun woke up.

Everyone in the Chu family gathered around his bed.

Doctor Wang reprimanded him with a sullen face: "Just play around! One day you'll kill yourself!"

Chu Bingtian ignored the reprimand from Doctor Wang and asked Chu Songjun anxiously, with his face red and swollen from being bitten by something, "My son! Does it hurt? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Are you feeling miserable? I brought you some sugar-roasted chestnuts from the Dali Temple! Do you want to eat some?"

Zheng Yuanying said with some sadness: "How could it be like this? Hey - Song'er, you are young and just want excitement, but your aunt told you that you are weak recently and you must not play such things. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" Old Madam Chu held Chu Songjun's hand with concern: "Thanks to Elder Wang's superb medical skills, otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous!"

Chu Songjun: “?”

Chu Chenghong floated on the beam with a smile on his face, looking at the scene below. He proudly raised his chin towards Chu Songjun and patted his chest.

It seems to be saying, don't worry, I'll do the job!

No, brother, how exactly did you do this?

Chu Songjun was a little confused by their exhortations.

In the corner of the room, a shivering frog hid in the shadow beside the table.

In the darkness, the pitch-black crevice opened silently, and the huge scarlet mouth swallowed the frog in the blink of an eye without leaving a sound.

The cycle ends, and everything changes after countless efforts.

On the unnoticed wall, the scroll of the Changshou Palace Ghost Banquet was dotted with bloodstains.

And in the Ghost Banquet Picture.

There was a frightened ghost figure next to the red-clothed ghost who was originally in the corner.

The red-clothed ghost, who finally got his revenge, stepped on his crawling body, which looked particularly terrifying.

Chu Songjun felt relieved and blinked tiredly, seeming to be about to fall asleep uncontrollably.

But soon, Chu Songjun suddenly remembered something.

Under the confused gazes of his relatives, he struggled to lean over the small table beside the bed.

Doctor Wang pulled Chu Songjun back with a cold face and said viciously: "I'll take whatever you want!"

"...Counting from left to right, the seventh case file."

Chu Songjun took the case file, opened it and took a look at it.

That’s right, one of the unsolved missing persons cases in Xijing is the case of the daughter of a merchant in Dongcheng District who disappeared without a trace.

"In this case, I already know where the missing Cang Qing is."

Chu Songjun smiled slightly.

Everyone was stunned.

Today is Chu Songjun's fourth birthday. Although he had an accident at home due to his mischief, he actually stayed at home the whole day.

When was the case investigated?

Chu Bingtian's eyes lit up: "What do you think of this, my son?"

"She is now in the old courtyard, looking out towards Xijing."

“Looking towards home.”

That direction.

The tide must be high and the shore broad, with the wind strong and the sails hoisted!