“Um…I…”
Jiang Fan and Yuwen Yuer spoke at the same time, but said the same words at the same time.
Then, they hurriedly gave way to each other and said, "You speak first!"
"You speak first!"
It's the same words again. I don't know whether I should praise the two of them for their telepathy or just embarrass them.
In the end, Jiang Fan still said stubbornly, "Forget it. If we keep talking like this, we'll probably have to wait until next year! Let me speak first!"
"Master... I won't call you Master anymore from now on! I... I will be responsible for you!" Although Jiang Fan also felt that this feeling came inexplicably and suddenly.
I just wanted to earn some obsidian, but ended up losing my life!
But since it has already happened, Jiang Fan will not run away. He honestly took on the responsibilities that he should have as a man and spoke to Yu Wen Yuer in a very serious tone.
I don’t know if it’s because of the intimate relationship that happened.
In the past, when Jiang Fan looked at Yu Wen Yu'er, although he thought she was extremely beautiful, he felt a sense of alienation, like seeing a lotus flower, which could only be admired from afar and not touched.
But now, Jiang Fan looked at Yuwen Yuer and felt that this beautiful woman was not so high and mighty! Nor was she so far away from him!
But... it's very close to me! So close that I can hug it right away!
There is a lot of closeness between the two of them!
"What a coincidence, that's what I wanted to say!"
"However, what I want to say is that I don't need you to be responsible! I forced you to do this, it has nothing to do with you! You are the victim! But if you want me to be responsible, I can take responsibility! From now on, in this eleventh level of hell, you are the deputy city lord! Second to none and above ten thousand people, no one dares to provoke you!" Yuwen Yuer replied with a smile.
She is used to fighting in battlefields disguised as a man. It is impossible for her to rely on a man like an ordinary woman and live on his charity and responsibility!
So, after this happened with Jiang Fan, although it was not completely voluntary, she did not want Jiang Fan to take any responsibility, and she did not want Jiang Fan to feel sorry for her!
Of course, if Jiang Fan wanted to be soft and beg to cling to her thighs and be the little man behind her, then she...would be more than happy to do so!
Anyway, she died in vain and the Cheng family is rich and powerful, so they don’t need this little bit of food!
"Hehe...it sounds good, but I'm really not that kind of person." Jiang Fan was really at a loss whether to laugh or cry when he heard that.
I never thought that one day I would be able to eat something soft!
Fate is so strange, I can't imagine it.
Jiang Fan didn't know how to respond to this. He was afraid of hurting Yu Wen Yuer's feelings if he refused directly. It would be completely irresponsible and would make him feel bad!
Therefore, Jiang Fan could only forcefully change the subject and ask Yu Wenyu'er the question that concerned him most: "By the way, how were you able to recognize my mother's letter? What is your relationship with my mother? How is she doing now?!"
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Yuer looked at Jiang Fan deeply, with a complicated look in her eyes, as if she didn't know how to talk to Jiang Fan.
But in the end, she gritted her teeth and asked Jiang Fan, "Do you know...Meng Po?"
"Of course I know that. Meng Po is a figure from ancient mythology. She resides by the Naihe Bridge, providing Meng Po soup to all spirits on their way to reincarnation. This erases the ghost's memories, frees them from their past burdens, and allows them to enter the next cycle of reincarnation."
"But...what does this have to do with my mother?" Jiang Fan had actually already vaguely guessed what Yuwen Yuer meant, but he couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe it, so he continued to ask Yuwen Yuer.
Yuwen Yu'er didn't answer directly. Instead, she spoke to Jiang Fan bit by bit, like pouring beans from a bamboo tube: "You should also know that these eighteen layers of prison are actually the remaining fragments of the eighteen layers of hell in mythology, right?!"
"When the Demon Lord fought against the Immortal Realm, the Immortal Realm was destroyed by the Demon Lord, and the Eighteen Levels of Hell in the Ghost Realm were also destroyed by the Demon Lord's men!"
"However, unlike the complete disintegration of the Immortal Realm, the Ghost Realm was, after all, the work of the Demon Lord's subordinates. They did not possess the same formidable power as the Demon Lord, and therefore did not completely destroy the Eighteen Layers of Hell. Instead, a large portion of it was preserved. This is the Eighteen Layers of Prison!"
"Because of this, the ghost immortals in the ghost world have the opportunity to preserve their inheritance within these eighteen layers of prison before they die! Although, the power of these inheritances has been greatly reduced, and they are also very secretive!"
"For example, my Wrongful Death City was truly created by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva! Most of its effects have been destroyed, but even the remaining ones are enough to give me the strength to fight against the Great Perfection of the Earthly Immortals in the Eighteen Layers of Hell! I can even compete with King Qin Guang of the Yama King! This is why the Yamas are willing to sit down and have a serious talk with my Wrongful Death City!"
"And we inheritors can sense each other! We can even use each other's inheritance items to communicate!"
"It's in the seventeenth level of hell! I sensed a successor!"
"She is... the successor of Meng Po! I once wanted to ask about her background and see if we could work together to escape from this eighteen levels of hell!"
"But she said she didn't want to leave! Because... because she had no memories of the past at all. She felt like this was her home! She didn't know what the point of leaving was! She only remembered one sentence about the first half of her life..."
When she said this, Yuwen Yuer stopped and looked at Jiang Fan!
"I only hope... my son is safe?!" Although his heart was bleeding, Jiang Fan still said this sentence!
This... is the only sentence my mother still remembers!
He felt like every word was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, causing Jiang Fan immense pain!
"Yes! She only remembered this sentence... I only hope my son is safe! Even though she forgot who she was talking about, even though she forgot who her son was! Even though she didn't know who gave birth to this child with her! But... she still repeated this sentence every day! Constantly praying for the most familiar stranger!" Yuwen Yuer sighed.
This kind of maternal love once moved her deeply!
Therefore, when she used a special secret technique to see the content of the letter on Jiang Fan's body, she was immediately shocked!
Unexpectedly... the son of Meng Po also came to the Eighteen Levels of Hell!
Mother is thinking of her son!
And the son also misses his mother!
The most tear-jerking emotion in this world is family love!
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