Chapter 207 Emperor Fengdu
"Actually, you know everything. You don't need to ask me."
Lin Ashan said to him that Gu Shibai knew more and understood it better than him, but he was unwilling to admit it and did not want to believe that the result would be like that.
He still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, even just a tiny bit, even if it meant he could see her come out safe and sound and stand before their eyes again...
But they all knew that was impossible.
Lin Ashan sighed slightly, sadness and helplessness appearing in his eyes: "You and I both know that this cannot be changed. It is a mission. Soon, we will all forget all of this."
Gu Shibai suddenly lost all his strength. Without saying anything, he walked slowly out with a slightly decadent back until he reached the deck, his empty eyes looking ahead.
Since the ship docked at the shore after returning, all the people on the ship had already gotten off and were running towards their families, feeling excited and relieved for the disappearance of the black hole and the monster.
But no one knew that all this peace was bought with the life of another person, and even her name was unknown.
Gu Shibai stared quietly into the distance until the sky gradually darkened, the sun disappeared, and the long-lost moonlight spread over the earth, as if to drive away all the darkness.
A dizzy feeling came over him, and Gu Shibai reached out and pinched his flesh tightly.
"don't want……"
The pain sobered him up a bit, but only for a moment. The dizziness took over, and he didn't give up fighting until the second before he collapsed...
At this moment, the world became completely quiet, and everyone fell into a deep sleep, without exception.
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The bridge is covered with crimson leafless flowers, and on it, insane souls are walking in a line. At the end of the bridge stands a woman in a brightly colored long dress.
She has extremely bright eyebrows and eyes, the kind of beauty that is very flamboyant. When she smiles, all the brilliance is in her, dazzling and extraordinary.
Beside the woman was a pure black wooden table, the surface of which was as smooth and translucent as a mirror that could reflect light. On it was a small jar that looked like something out of nothing.
She stretched out her jade-like hand, scooped up a spoonful and put it into the bowl, then handed the bowl to the ghost who had reached the end of the road. Waiting for him to return the empty bowl, she waved her hand, and a black vortex appeared in front of her eyes, sucking the soul in.
After an unknown amount of time, the woman's eyebrows gradually became impatient. She looked back and saw a man in a white death suit walking towards her.
The woman curled her lips slightly, bent down, picked a Lycoris radiata, and threw it away. Then a woman with a graceful figure appeared. She looked exactly like her and took over her job.
The woman walked towards Bai Wuchang with graceful steps, stopped in front of him, placed her hands on her chest, and her charming eyes curved slightly.
Xie Bian stopped, holding a chain with several evil spirits tied to it, "Meng Po, what's wrong?"
He had just returned from the human world and arrested several ghost officials, but he always had a faint smile on his face and was not at all dissatisfied with the increased workload.
Meng Po casually glanced at the ghost messengers behind him, a smile on her lips: "I heard that someone in the human world sacrificed their life in exchange for peace?"
The underworld did not receive much news. They only knew that the crisis seemed to be caused by a possessed god, and that a human had sacrificed his life to bring about the current result.
Xie Bian didn't know much, so he just replied, "It's no use asking me. Although things are peaceful now, the dead can't be resurrected, so..."
He glanced at the Naihe Bridge behind Meng Po and said, "Your workload seems to be even heavier than mine. Let's stop gossiping."
Meng Bagua Po: "..."
She stayed on the Naihe Bridge every day, watching ghosts walking around, and could only make soup alone out of boredom. There was no ghost to talk to her, so what was wrong with gossiping?
She snorted coldly: "It's okay, I have Lycoris radiata, I can just turn into a few more copies of me."
Xie Bian raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then you go ahead and do your work. Let's not gossip today. Pluto conveyed the news that that person has returned, so be careful."
After saying that, he tightened his grip and dragged the ghost officials to the eighteen levels of hell. They would be sent to different levels according to the severity of their sentences.
Meng Po was left standing there with a curious look on her face, wondering who he was talking about.
That one? Who is it?
Suddenly, she thought of the long-missing... King Fengdu!
So he's back?
Meng Po's expression changed slightly. She returned to the Naihe Bridge as if nothing had happened, brought back the fake self, and then put on a professional smile.
She began to serve every ghost of the past with due diligence. She must be the most competent worker in the underworld.
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In Pluto's palace, Lord Pluto stood next to the man, glancing around nervously.
Fortunately, the man didn't stay too long and slowly walked down the stairs to clean up the mess.
The ghosts and ghost messengers who escaped to the ground were all controlled by a mysterious force that even Hades could not resist. There seemed to be some kind of mysterious power in it.
It was something he had never sensed before, as if it came from another place.
A figure walked out of the darkness step by step. The man was wearing snow-white clothes and black hair. His face was clear and simple. His eyebrows and eyes looked cold in the moonlight. His cold aura was so sharp and awe-inspiring that it made people feel awed.
He was extremely handsome, and beneath his stunning appearance lay an unconcealable arrogance. His slightly thin lips were less blood-red than those of ordinary people. His gaze was indifferent and cold. His eyes, as cold as water, and the coldness that emanated from his bones, isolated him from the world. He was so holy that no one dared to yearn for him or approach him at all.
If someone who has seen his face appeared at this moment, he would definitely recognize his appearance, which is exactly the same as that of the long-missing Qin Zhichang.
He looked at the people who were falling asleep, then went to the Qin family in the capital and glanced at those who had not yet woken up. They were all his family members when he was in the human world.
He gently raised his hand and erased all traces of his existence, along with all the memories about him.
From then on, no one in the world would remember that the Qin family once had an eldest son named Qin Zhi. They would only remember the Qin family's only young master, Qin Jing.
After doing all this, he went down to the underworld and personally dealt with the treacherous ghost officials and the escaped evil spirits.
This year's Eighteen Levels of Hell and Meng Po on the Naihe Bridge are extremely busy and almost never stop. However, there is a supervisor watching them, so no one dares to slack off.
In the end, even the Black and White Impermanence went to help Meng Po, and the honorable Lord Pluto went to hell to help, and was given a splitting headache every day by the screams of those ghosts.
When everything was almost settled, the King of Fengdu finally left the underworld, apparently to do other things.
Ghost from the underworld: Goodbye! I won’t see you off!
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