Chapter 177: Thousand Years of Love (1)

Although Hades rules the underworld, he is still not beyond the six realms. He also has his own love, hate, and obsessions.

Jiang Lixing lowered his deep eyes and stared closely at the red mark on his palm. This red mark, like Meng Po's long hair, was a kind of obsession and a calamity.

This is also the mark that "she" left for him thousands of years ago. Like a red thread, even after a thousand years, it can still allow the two to meet again.

When Jiang Lixing raised his eyes again, the red mark on his palm had disappeared.

Jiang Lixing looked at his face in the mirror. The glass mirror in the bathroom seemed to be covered with mist. In the blur, there seemed to be two identical faces. Jiang Lixing's eyes couldn't help but become gloomy.

"This is not the place for you to be."

Jiang Lixing whispered softly to the mirror. The mist in the mirror slowly dissipated. No one answered him. When the mist dissipated, only Jiang Lixing's face was left in the mirror. At this time, the face was extremely pale.

Jiang Lixing narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists lightly.

The thing he least wanted to see happened.

He is here too...

"He" is Jiang Ziwen, "he" is him, but not him.

…………

The underworld, on the road to the underworld.

A black figure walked slowly on the Yellow Springs Road. This is a road of no turning back. No matter which direction you go, the end you reach is the Naihe Bridge.

The black figure strolled leisurely on the Yellow Springs Road, looking at the ghosts on the road, he ignored them all until he came to the Naihe Bridge.

The Naihe Bridge is thin and narrow, with frightened new ghosts on the bridge and hideous and terrifying poisonous insects under the bridge.

Standing quietly by the Naihe Bridge, looking at the scenery above and below the bridge, the figure had complicated eyes.

"Your Highness."

At this time, a bowl of soup was brought to the figure.

"Your Highness, how come you are so quick..."

Before Meng Po finished her words, her eyes suddenly widened.

"What's wrong?"

A deep and magnetic male voice sounded softly in her ears.

Meng Po was completely stunned.

"Your hair... has grown longer again." At this time, the man suddenly spoke again softly.

Meng Po came back to her senses and smiled meaningfully: "Your Highness, I have already told this to you last time."

"Really?"

Jiang Ziwen raised his eyes and suddenly raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Look, the new ghosts on the Naihe Bridge are trembling with fear, and the Yellow Spring Road is scorched earth everywhere, but the sides of this road and the river bank are gorgeous."

There is a flower that is more beautiful than blood, and that is the red spider lily.

The flowers that bloom in the underworld represent the color of death.

"Flowers bloom and leaves fall, leaves bloom and flowers wither, forever and ever, we shall never meet."

Meng Po on the side whispered something, with a sad expression on her face.

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The red spider lily represents life and death, represents separation, and is an ominous symbol in the human world.

"We will never meet again in eternity."

Jiang Ziwen silently recited what Meng Po had just said, his narrow eyes dim.

After whispering these words, he suddenly turned around and strode away.

Looking at his leaving back, Meng Po's eyes flickered.

I don’t know what’s going on, but—

What the hell is it that there are two princes?

Well, although they are ghosts, they still seem a bit strange.

Just at this moment, a cold wind blew, and a tall and thin figure appeared behind Meng Po. He was wearing a red robe, with long hair hanging down to his shoulders, and his face was pale.

(End of this chapter)