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Chapter 155 The Young Marshal of the Republic of China (32)

Chapter 155 The Young Marshal of the Republic of China (32)

A flood river, silent without waves, without end.

In the Honghe River, there was a deep silence.

On the banks of the Hong River, there are blood-red Wangquan flowers, without half a leaf, only dazzling red.

Above the Hong River, there is a bridge with three words engraved on the bridge:
"Naihe Bridge."

On the bridge, ghost messengers escorted the dead souls to cross the bridge to reincarnate, and a young girl slowly handed Mengpo soup to the reborn souls.

And suddenly, the dead Wangchuan River churned with a fierce and terrifying aura, and the waves seemed to swallow and destroy the entire hell.

The souls of the dead on the bridge began to feel uneasy. They shivered and crawled to the ground in fear and panic.

The entire hell, at this moment, is shrouded in boundless terror.

The ghost messengers and Granny Meng on the bridge were startled, dropped the things in their hands, and rushed to meet them in fear:
"Big... lord!"

A figure walked out stepping on white bones, and Hong He was split into two under her feet.

She walked out from Honghe step by step, her eyebrows, her posture, with a cold arrogance that looked down on all living beings and gods.

"Where's Little Hades?"

Looking at Po Meng who was kneeling on the ground shaking like a sieve, Su Shumo asked lazily.

Granny Meng trembled, and just about to answer, a panting voice sounded behind her:

"Come... come!"

Then, a man with disheveled clothes and messy hair came running in a hurry from a distance, with a shoe still in his hand.

When she ran in front of Su Shumo, she stood on one leg and spoke out of breath while putting on her shoes.

"Little Hades, I want someone."

At the end of Su Shu's mouth, she spoke slowly, and her words were overbearing without tolerance or resistance.

Yan Wang hastily agreed:
"I'll give you as many as you want, tell me, who do you like in this hell, I'll pack it up and send it up for you."

Tsk tsk, the beauty has disappeared for thousands of years, but it is still so cold and so beautiful.

"Adults still look down on the little ones? Then I'll wash it up immediately and warm the bed for adults!"

Su Shumo took out a candied fruit from nowhere, took a bite, and with a flick of her eyes, a wisp of white smoke came out of her hand, but in the blink of an eye, the white smoke came back with a wisp of soul.

The soul is Shen Yugui, but at this moment, he is in a daze, completely without the domineering determination he had when he was in the world.

"Oh, I'm so disappointed, I'm not what the adults want."

Yan Wang sighed regretfully, then watched Su Shumo leave respectfully.

After Su Shumo left, the Wangchuan River once again returned to dead silence, and hell returned to its previous order.

Looking at the dead Wangchuan River, Meng Po still had lingering fears, so she cautiously asked Hades:

"That adult really just wanted a ghost this time?"

At this time, Hades, with a serious face, completely lost the foolishness of the previous second:

"Who knows."

In the Three Realms, who ever saw through her?
Looking at the dead and forgetful river that wouldn't flow, Yan Wang's eyes felt distressed.

She should be the loneliest existence in the Three Realms.

...

After tying up Shen Yugui's body, Su Shu finally erased his memory of hell before stuffing his soul back.

Waking up dizzy, Shen Yugui's head hurt so badly that it was as if his soul had been reassembled after being scattered.

In the end, when he wanted to rub his head, he realized that he was being tied up. When he lowered his head, he saw the tight hemp rope tied around his body, and his face turned black all of a sudden:
"Mo, what are you going to do?"

Carrying a bucket of cold water, Su Shumo looked at him condescendingly:
"Let you calm down."

(End of this chapter)

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