Supernatural case investigation team

The underworld is cold and gloomy all year round, even the slowly flowing Wangchuan River is dark, and the bottom cannot be seen at a glance. The most beautiful thing in the whole nether world is the swaying Bianhua, which is dazzling red in the dark.

Qiao Yan walked behind King Bian Cheng, occasionally passing by a ghost oppressed by ghosts.These souls, regardless of men, women, or children, have stiff and numb faces, as if they all wear the same mask, neither happy nor sad.

"What are they going to do?" Qiao Yan asked.

King Biancheng continued to walk forward, without even looking at him from the corner of his eye, "These souls drank Mengpo soup, forgot all their past, and reincarnated. They are the most relaxed ghosts in the whole underworld. Another whole new life that doesn't need to be punished or linger with memories."

Qiao Yan looked at his back, "Stay... Are you talking about Xiaobai and the others?"

"Qiao Yan, right?" King Bian Cheng suddenly stopped in his tracks. He turned his head and looked at Qiao Yan with a stern expression, "I have been in charge of the city of Wushi since the beginning of the primordial universe and the return of the ancient gods. The ghost of Wushi is full of resentment. Deep, they are struggling and twisting in hell day after day, leaving with resentment and comfort, and continuing to twist without comfort."

King Bian Cheng looked into the distance, and his voice slowed down a bit, "The whole city of vain death has always been like this, until Xiao Bai appeared. When I first saw him, his three souls and seven souls were all fragmented, obviously he was killed by someone. He died tragically and was cursed for life after life, but he never complained. At first he said that he stayed here because he had to wait, waiting for someone. He said that that person was a hero, he would do what he said, and he would come to find him Later he said that that person was very kind to him, and he loved that person, even if he could only look at him from a distance, he was willing. In the end, he didn’t say anything anymore, but his eyes were still attached. A hundred years in the world is just a moment in the eyes of the underworld. , the ghosts who come here wait in vain, at most not more than a hundred years, and their hearts have been turned into ashes to take over Meng Potang to reincarnate and erase their previous lives. For thousands of years, this hell has only insisted on waiting Xiaobai one."

Qiao Yan's heart was filled with unspeakable pain, "Did that person never come?"

"There are countless people who cross Naihe every day, and it takes only a blink of an eye to drink soup and cross the bridge." A faint sarcasm appeared on Bian Chengwang's face, "I'm afraid that person has already forgotten this agreement and has already been reincarnated." I know how many lives. If you really have the heart, how can you not see Xiaobai who is guarding in front of the bridge every day."

"Here, waiting day after day is in vain. I'm used to seeing joys and sorrows, but I feel sorry for his persistence. That's why I let him go to the world with Xuantu. But now it seems that my decision at the time was very embarrassing." Correct." Biancheng King sighed softly, ignored Qiao Yan's expression of wanting to ask a question, turned his head and continued walking, "Hurry up, the Sansheng Stone is just ahead."

His words were like a boulder firmly stuck in Qiao Yan's heart. There were too many things he wanted to ask, but he couldn't ask because it was meaningless.Those who have never been able to wait, no matter who they are, are meaningless.

It's just that Qiao Yan doesn't understand why he feels so uncomfortable, it makes him uneasy, makes him want to hug that fool tightly, and tell him, don't be stupid, don't wait any longer, don't love that who doesn't know who it is anymore .

Qiao Yan took a deep breath, and the depression in his chest eased up. He cheered up and continued to follow behind King Biancheng. After walking a few steps, he saw a huge black stone. The surface of the stone was as smooth as a mirror. , faintly revealing the dark light.

Next to it is engraved the three big characters of Sanshengshi, and there is a row of Chinese pinyin of Sanshengshi below it. Under the stone, there is also a line of red words engraved, please do not touch or step on it, thank you for your cooperation, and the English translation is attached below.

"..." Qiao Yan felt that the sentimental atmosphere just now popped like a punctured balloon, and instantly withered.

"We're trying to get in touch with people..." King Biancheng said with a serious face, "By the way, are you worried about radiation and other issues? We also have anti-radiation suits here, which can be worn by tourists...ghosts."

"..." Qiao Yan strode forward blankly, standing in front of the stone in a daze.

King Bian Cheng picked up something like a remote control and pressed a button.

The dark light on the surface of the Sansheng Stone gradually brightened, and some scenes seemed to appear faintly from it. Qiao Yan stared at it carefully with wide-eyed eyes, and King Bian Cheng also stretched his neck to watch.

The scene became a little bit clearer, it seemed to be in the rapid water, the surrounding was very dark, and two figures were floating and entangled in it...

Qiao Yan's eyes twitched, "Wait...it seems..."

Before Qiao Yan could finish speaking, the two faces in the picture were clearly projected. They were Qiao Yan and Xiao Bai. They were dressed in very modern...to be precise, modern, kissing affectionately in the water.

"Wow..." King Bian Cheng next to him smacked his lips and looked at Qiao Yan with deep eyes.

"No, listen to my explanation!!!" Qiao Yan stretched out his hand to him.

King Biancheng smiled brightly, "Young man, needless to say, I understand everything."

"You know a furball!!!"

"It's very romantic, it's a brilliant move, young man." King Bian Cheng gave Qiao Yan a thumbs up.

"Ahhh, so you didn't understand it at all! Did you misunderstand, the situation was very critical at that time!" Qiao Yan grabbed his lead armor and shook it violently.

King Bian Cheng continued to look at Qiao Yan with deep eyes, "Master, what to do in a critical moment, this scene is so well designed, I admire it!"

"Are you an asshole? Why can't you understand me? I'm giving him a break."

"Well, I understand, I really understand. In this case, such a natural reason, tsk tsk tsk, young man, occasionally you come down to teach Hei Wuchang such skills, I think he chased Bai Wuchang It's been a long time, but there is no next step, this boring melon."

"..." Qiao Yan took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and forced a smile, "Let's change the subject, isn't the Sansheng Stone able to see the past life? Why is it showing what happened to me a while ago? "

"Uh... let me see," Bian Chengwang scratched his head, "hahaha, I pressed the wrong button, sorry, the design of this remote control is too awkward, it is the exact opposite of the TV remote control in my house, So habitually follow the TV button."

Qiao Yan looked at him, "Can you seriously tell me why the underworld has been standing for so many years and the ghosts haven't rebelled?"

King Biancheng thought about it seriously, "Probably the food in the underworld is pretty good. If I have a chance, I suggest you try it, especially the deep-fried resentful spirit legs. It's so delicious. It's one of the must-order dishes when I go to the cafeteria. , you must eat, you can swipe my meal card."

"...I thank you." Qiao Yan resisted the urge to cut him, "Can we continue?"

King Biancheng shrugged and pressed the button again.

The scene on the surface of the Sansheng Stone changed instantly... the whole picture was covered with a blood-red mist, and countless figures stood in the distance.

Qiao Yan looked at the fog and felt a force pulling him towards it...

All of a sudden, the scene in front of him was no longer flat. Qiao Yan watched the blood mist around him, holding something cold and hard in his palm. Qiao Yan raised his hand and saw that he was holding the Soul Slayer Sword.

The dark crowd in the distance slowly approached me. They were men, women, old and young, with loose long hair and a touch of vermilion between their brows...

Qiao Yan opened his mouth wide, feeling a burst of chill seeping into his heart and lungs, and some inexplicable emotion in his body was clamoring, as if it was about to burst out.

The crowd stopped a few steps away from Qiao Yan, and suddenly everyone knelt down in unison, raised their hands, and opened their mouths together with piety on their faces.

It was still the old and melodious language, but Qiao Yan suddenly understood what they were saying.

Then they said, "My lord..."