Langfei: I am the younger brother of the Fudi demons

After all, what comes is settled.

The dream I fell into was the same as when I first asked the spirit.

Perhaps what I am experiencing is the life of Sanshengshi.

Time is passing.

Maybe a day has passed, or a year... or even countless years.

I don't know when, but there were many undead in front of him.

They kowtow to themselves and pray for marriage.

He found that as more and more undead souls knelt down to him and begged for marriage, his understanding of that strange technique became smoother and smoother.

In the end, my heart moved freely and flowed like water.

He can easily capture the marriages between all the creatures in the world, and can see that even if those creatures become dead souls, on the road to reincarnation, they are still holding a red thread that cannot be seen by mortals.

But under the Sansheng Jue, it can be clearly seen.

He saw the red threads entwining each other. Even though they were far away from each other, under the pull of this red thread, they finally got closer to each other step by step, and finally met and fell in love, and achieved marriage.

This may be the reason why a long-distance marriage is tied by a thin thread.

Lin Fan was curious about how many such red threads he would have on his body.

Well, I seem to be a stone at the moment.

Lin Fan laughed at himself.

At the same time, he looked boredly at the countless undead souls kneeling down to beg for marriage in the next life, and sighed silently.

I don't know how long this dream will last.

The days that followed were extremely boring, and he began to neglect his duties.

His attention fell on the Yin River rushing by beside him.

Inside, countless dead souls are struggling in pain, waiting for their loved ones.

In these boring days, he and Yinhechu became good friends.

There is a river spirit in the Yin River. It is an ancient god who is violent and murderous. It is unknown how many souls died in his hands.

He met Lin Fan, and every time a stormy wave rolled up and hit Lin Fan, it was like saying hello to him.

There is the Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River. He saw Meng Po in the Meng Po Pavilion on the Wangxiang Platform at the head of the Naihe Bridge.

Her name is Meng Po, but she is not old at all.

On the contrary, it is a bit too beautiful.

It's a pity that unlike Nuwa's fairy spirit, she is dressed in dark red clothes, which is alluring and evil.

And what she was holding in her hand was a bowl. It was the small, cracked and incomplete bowl that Lin Fan had obtained before.

There is no liquid in the bowl.

As it sways, it can reflect all the concerns of the past and present lives of every passing soul.

That's Meng Po soup.

Legend has it that everyone in the world has a bowl of his own here, and the Meng Po soup in the bowl is actually the tears shed by the living person throughout his life.

Everyone will cry when they are alive.

Joy, anger, sorrow, love, hatred, and resentment, Meng Po collected them bit by bit and brewed them into Meng Po soup. When they embarked on reincarnation, they came to the Naihe Bridge and let them drink it.

They can forget the love and hatred they had while alive and re-enter the six paths of reincarnation...

Lin Fan sighed, and then out of boredom, he tried to get close to Po Meng who kept pouring Meng Po soup to the dead souls of the past day after day.

It can be regarded as killing time.

It's a pity that this woman is beautiful, but she is too aloof.

He has always been indifferent to his advances.

Not even looking at himself.

Could this be a stone girl without emotions?

As the Sanshengshi in charge of marriage, Lin Fan was very curious if Mrs. Meng didn't have her own marriage line.

He tried to use the Sansheng Jue to see the other party's marriage line, but was noticed by the other party, who flew over and almost blew him up.

Lin Fan was horrified to discover that this Meng Po was violent and powerful.

No weaker than Wangchuan River Spirit.

Wangchuan and Heling were very unconvinced by this.

Because he feels that he is the boss of the three.

It contains trillions of dead souls, which is not something a woman can compare to.

Lin Fan was noncommittal about this.

This straight man obviously doesn’t know that there is an animal in the world called a ‘tigress’, which is extremely scary.

However, the three parties still became strange friends during this boring time.

From time to time, he chatted with Wangchuanhe, and from time to time, he tried to please Po Meng, who seemed to have no emotions or desires.

Finally, just when this situation lasted for who knows how many days, Lin Fan almost forgot that he was a person and calmly accepted the identity of Sanshengshi.

The dead silence here is broken.

He saw the dark sky being pierced, and a terrifying sound tore through the darkness and descended on this world.

Suddenly, the world began to fall into chaos.

Countless powerful armored warriors maintaining order rose into the sky.

Its aura is far from comparable to the skeleton soldiers he has seen.

Even far beyond the star domain co-main level.

That is god.

What they held in their hands were long knives that were extremely familiar to Lin Fan.

The long sword flew across the sky, and he got into a fierce battle with that figure.

For a time, countless dead souls died tragically below.

Let this place completely become a Shura field.

Well, this is the Shura Field at the Gate of Hell.

However, the battle scenes here are no weaker than the starry battles I have seen before.

He didn't know the origins of those intruders, he only saw that they had messed up the cycle of reincarnation.

Eventually, even they were forced into the battle.

What makes Lin Fan depressed is that out of the three of himself, Wangchuanhe, and Po Meng, he has become the weakest one.

Many times, it is the presence at the end of the crane.

Every time Wang Chuanhe and Meng Po are needed to help.

This made Lin Fan, who had always been a troublemaker and extremely powerful, feel aggrieved, but he was helpless.

Because in the battles between powerful gods and demons, the three of them were often as insignificant as a grain of sand between heaven and earth.

They are fighting.

And this battle lasted for who knows how long, so that the road to reincarnation was cut off and the underworld dried up.

Even this cycle of reincarnation has to be broken through.

A lot happened during these years.

For example, Lin Fan saw with his own eyes that Po Meng was thrown into reincarnation, and did not know whether the reincarnated body was a human or an animal. He saw the Wangchuan River being broken up in front of his eyes, and countless innocent souls drifted into the three realms.

This strange stone of heaven and earth was also shattered, leaving only the final base.

Fortunately, in the end, the battle was over.

Lin Fan, who was left with only a broken body, returned to the shore and stood here alone.

It’s just that everything has changed.

In the endless years that followed, there was no Wangchuan River or Meng Po here.

I don't know when, but there are many dead souls appearing on this road again, but no dead souls come to seek marriage.

He just watched all this silently, and finally fell into an endless sleep...

Lin Fan didn't know when he opened his eyes.

There was endless vicissitudes of life in his eyes, as if he had read all the vicissitudes of life...

"Wake up, finally wake up."

"Lin Fan, what happened just now?"

"You scared us to death."

At this moment, Lin Fan was surrounded by Mengdie,

Everyone saw Lin Fan wake up and heaved a sigh of relief, and then they started asking questions, their words full of anxiety.

Lin Fan slowly came to his senses in this urgent voice: "How long have I been sleeping just now!"

"I've been sleeping for a few days." Mengdie replied.

a few days.

Lin Fan sighed.

In a few days, I experienced the life of Sanshengshi.

Lin Fan sighed, his mind was still immersed in it for a while, and he couldn't extricate himself.

He didn't like this feeling, just like when he asked the headless general Ling Xiao.

It's been a long time since I woke up from the spiritual inquiry, but I still can't tell whether I am Lin Fan or Ling Xiao.