Sao Ke is a spectator

You have to go to the underworld every five days. This is the unshakable rule of the Destiny Palace for thousands of years.

After Si Qi showed me the way once, he never followed me. Today I am still alone. The ghosts who come here often recognize me. When they see me, they often let me in without even saying hello. It made me seem to be familiar with their master of the underworld.

As soon as I entered the Hades Hall, I saw a person standing in the hall, whose back was so familiar.

I was a little surprised and called out: "Father."

My father Ye Zhenglun turned his head, his stern face fluctuated a little, and after a long time, he sighed: "My son is indeed dead."

Yang Zhuo and Pu Wei sat in the hall, watching the father and son recognize each other with great interest, and ordered a ghost messenger to bring two chairs, so that my father and I could talk about old times in the hall.

The other said nothing.

It took a lot of eloquence to finally explain the reason why I left home. My father was a little relieved when he heard that I had become a fairy, and patted me on the shoulder and said: "I was afraid that you would die in a foreign country sooner or later. I heard you say so Father is also relieved, you have a good job in the heavenly court, so don't worry about family matters anymore."

I nodded, feeling a little hot in my eye sockets.

His father was a virtuous minister in his lifetime, he respected the emperor and loved the common people, and he accumulated blessings and deeds for dozens of years. He should enjoy the blessings in the next life, but he only wanted to be an ordinary citizen in the next life. Push and refuse, so they can't stand.

I quietly asked Pu Wei: "Maybe my father's wish is fulfilled, so how about letting him be an ordinary person in the next life?"

Pu Wei looked embarrassed: "I can't decide this, you still have to ask Mr. Mingzhu."

Yang Zhuo sat in front of the desk with arms folded, without any fluctuation on his cold face, I gritted my teeth and repeated what I just said.

He glanced at me, pondered for a moment: "Yes, but..."

The fate that his father favored could not be more ordinary. The eight words 'coarse food, common people, and a smooth life' are enough to sum it up. He was satisfied with the ghost and went away. After eating a bowl of Meng Po soup on the Naihe bridge, there will be no more Ye Zhenglun in the world. this person.

Even though I have lost my mortal bones, I am still Ye Zhenglun's son. The emotions and desires hidden in my chest are still there, so I will naturally feel sad for parting. Looking at his leaving back, my heart feels sore again, and tears have already flowed before I knew it. down.

At this time, a person came from the other side of the bridge, with bright flowers painted between his brows, and his beautiful appearance made the flowers on the other side under the moon lose their color.

I hastily wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, forced a smile and cupped my hands and said, "I met Po Meng in Ye Dai's book."

Tang Nu walked up to me, she laughed before saying anything, and then asked with some familiarity: "Is my uncle, Zhengqing, all right?"

I was stunned for a moment, wondering why he suddenly asked my uncle, maybe seeing my puzzled face, she said again: "To tell you the truth, my uncle Zhengqing is an old friend of mine."

After her detailed explanation, I finally learned that my uncle Ye Zhengqing was the reincarnation of Mr. Meng from more than 2000 years ago. After a few days, I learned that the protagonist of this story is actually my uncle. Is the world too small or the underworld too small?

I saw a bright hollyhock pinned to Po Meng's temple, so I pointed to my bun and said, "This is also my uncle's favorite flower."

A blush immediately appeared on her face, and then she turned around and faced the Wangchuan River: "This flower was picked by Yang Zhuo in Ye Mansion a few days ago, and it was naturally planted by Zhengqing himself. I can't go in [-], so I can only beg Yang Zhuo to go and see for me, according to him, the bride was born very handsome..."

No matter how deeply Ren concealed it, I still heard a touch of sadness in her words.

Thinking of my aunt who was an extraordinary woman, I smiled: "Compared to Granny Meng, she is really not pretty, but she is a good match for my stupid uncle."

She didn't answer, just turned around and walked down the bridge, so I couldn't see the expression on her face at the moment.I paused, but finally followed.

The corner archway on the bank of Wangchuan River carries red gauze lanterns all year round. Walking into the archway is a two- to three-story building. The candlelight from the interior illuminates the exquisitely carved windows painted with red Edge and concierge.There are two opposite cloth curtains hanging on the roof of the gatehouse, only half the length of the gatehouse. The curtains are of different colors, either embroidered with flowers, birds, fish and insects or just plain plain cloth.

The closed gatehouses tie the curtains on both sides, while the open ones draw down the curtains. Occasionally, ghosts can be seen walking around in the house. The candlelight casts no shadow on them. If you carelessly ignore this point However, the scene in front of him is no different from the world in the twilight.

Granny Meng's home is in this building. She stopped in front of a door with a goose-yellow curtain, lifted the curtain on the right with her hand, turned to me and said, "I don't know if Ye Zhangshu is there." Interested in entering the humble house for a drink?"

"That would be the best."

As soon as he entered the room, he could smell the aroma of wine, and saw more than a dozen wine urns neatly lined up on the scaffolding in the corner, each sealed with mud.I looked around the room, and found that the furnishings were too simple. Except for the shelf for the wine, there were only a few tables, chairs and an incense table. Qingyan couldn't tell at a glance who was enshrining.

Suddenly, a white-haired mother-in-law came out from the room, her expression was still hale and hearty, she gave me a faint look, and then said to the hostess: "Miss, you are back."

Granny Meng nodded first, then gestured to me to sit down, and asked me: "I only have spirits at home, maybe you can drink it?"

I smiled: "Spirits and sake are nothing more than wine, so you can't drink it."

My mother-in-law went to the back room knowingly, probably to prepare wine. At this time, my mother-in-law and I had already sat down, facing each other.She casually fiddled with a branch of hollyhock that was growing in a bottle in the center of the table, and there was a brilliance that I couldn't fathom out of her eyes.Without warning, she said: "Since Yang Zhuo came here, he has built these buildings on the river bank according to the appearance of the human world. I used to live in the underworld, because I also lingered in the human world for a few times. Zai, he liked the scene there very much, so he moved out, and thanks to him, the ghosts lingering in the underworld can also have a temporary home.”

The mother-in-law brought the wine and put two wine glasses in front of me and my mother-in-law.

The clear wine flowed into the wine glass along the spout, I grabbed the wine glass and took a sip... It was too spicy in the mouth, and the turmoil in my stomach lasted for a long time. I frowned and put the glass down, and asked: " What kind of wine is this?"

"Soul..."

These two words are also suitable for this wine, I poured another glass for myself, and took over what she said before: "I thought Yan Jun was a cold-faced and cold-hearted person, but I didn't expect to have such a warm side."

"You have only met him a few times, and you can get to know him a little bit. If he is a cold-hearted person, then there is no warm heart in the seven worlds. I have known him for more than 400 years, and I feel that I am still Know him."

I asked with interest: "Oh...then what kind of person is he?"

"He..."

Granny Meng said that she had the same thought as me when she saw Yangzhuo for the first time. Ever since the old King of Hades led him to the underworld, she hadn’t heard him say a word for three or four years. red light.

He was Mu Chen, the county king of Quguo who ordered the murder of 400 soldiers of Youguo more than 40 years ago.

This appalling and tragic massacre is recorded in the annals of various countries. This is absolutely unprecedented from ancient times to the present. Whether it is Monan or Mobei, the people of all countries, big or small, do not know about it. Even the three-foot children know about it. Such a person, monsters and monsters are not as scary as the name Mu Chen.

Hundreds of years later, it has been clearly recorded in the history books that it was nothing more than a killing caused by the dispute between the two countries, but there are many colorful theories circulating among the people.Some said that Mu Chen was a broken sleeve, and it was still the eldest prince Yu Ping who robbed his sweetheart, so that he was so angry that he became blue again; even more bizarre, it was said that Yu Ping was sending his younger sister to Shuo Kingdom to be married. I used to bully him once, and 'bullying' is naturally that kind of 'bullying'. Everyone knows that Yu Ping is a complete broken sleeve.

If these rumors are true, if I were Yu Ping, I would probably 'bully' him too...

"Although the 40 people were not killed by him himself, the crime of being the one who gave the order is undoubtedly on his shoulders. According to the law of heaven, he will either be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell or pushed down to the six stages of annihilation. , but somehow he stayed in the underworld, and took over the position of underworld lord a few years later."

I asked, "Didn't the old Hades ask him why?"

"How could it be possible that he didn't ask? He just said that everyone is their own master. Maybe others will believe this, but I don't believe it at all."

I raised my eyebrows: "How do you say that?"

Granny Meng didn't answer, she just walked out the door, and after she lifted the curtain, she stopped at the threshold, and pointed to a building diagonally opposite: "Do you know who lives in that house?"

I shook my head.

"It's his sister..."

All the rumors about Mu Chen disappeared in the next moment.

"The prince of You country stayed in Shuo country for half a year when he sent his younger sister to get married. During this time, he married Mu Chen's younger sister, Mu Ning. In just two or three months, someone exposed that she was married to a guard at home. The affair was obviously a fiction, but Yu Ping firmly believed it, and sent her back with a letter of divorce. Mu Ning couldn't bear the humiliation and finally committed suicide.

Because of the deep resentment, the ghost messengers went to many times but couldn't bring back her soul. Mu Chen entered the underworld a few years later and took her here.Mu Ning still does not want to be reincarnated, saying that she would rather be a ghost forever than Yu Ping, who knows that Yu Ping has already been reincarnated at that time, how can she remember the things of her previous life, the word "believe" she wants, I am afraid It is never possible to wait. "

I got up and walked out the door. The gatehouse of the building Po Meng pointed out was closed, and the ghostly green ghost fire came out from the veil on the window edge, and it was extremely quiet.