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After Mu Zi'an opened his eyes, he stared at everything in front of him in a daze: dim vision, people in all kinds of clothes sadly walking forward, passing the gate in the distance.

Only this area can be seen clearly in the line of sight, and the rest are blurry black. The strange thing is that she feels that she can see clearly, but even in front of her eyes, she can't see the slightest bit clearly.

Mu Zi'an's body reacted faster than his brain, and when he was confused, his body had already followed the flow of people to that gate.The person guarding the door asked her for a registration form, and she fumbled in her pockets to find it. She lowered her head and realized that she didn't even have a pocket in her professional attire. Where did she get the form?

She smiled shyly at the man.

"Excuse me, what kind of list is it? I didn't bring it."

"That's a dead ghost, go in."

The man stuffed her with a wooden mask and an ever-burning lamp, stamped a seal on her hand, and greeted the next person.Mu Zi'an looked back at the gate in a strange way, and there were three large characters 'Ghost Gate' there.

Inside the gate, there is a carpet that looks like blood from a distance, like fire, like blood, like in full bloom, it is the only flower in the underworld.

The other shore flower has flowers but no leaves, and it blooms a bewitching color that is almost red and black.Legend has it that the fragrance of flowers has magical powers and can evoke the memory of the dead.There are large numbers of these flowers blooming on the Huozhao Road. From a distance, it looks like a carpet paved with blood, red as fire.

A group of people, each wearing a mask and lighting a lamp, numbly moved forward with the main force, stepped on the Naihe Bridge, and crossed the River of Forgetfulness.When the soul crosses the River of Forgetfulness, it forgets all the things in life, and everything in the past stays on the other shore.

Mu Zi'an looked around, and saw a big rock standing beside the river, with the words "Three Lives" written on it, surrounded by a few people holding umbrellas.As for Wang Chuan Hanoi, there are screaming ghosts one by one.

As soon as I stepped on the Naihe Bridge, everyone around me disappeared, and there were whispers in my ears.

"Once you enter the River of Forgetfulness...don't look back"

"Forget the world of mortals...to break the past life"

"Don't look back, it has passed thousands of Baidu...Two lines of tears to miss my hometown"

"Once you enter the River of Forgetfulness...don't look back...don't look back"

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, all frontiers are empty"

A sound of sorrow came from the Wangchuan River. No one could understand their suffering. Their sadness could only be turned into a poem and lingered on the Naihe Bridge.

no matter what...

They are unable to let go of their loved ones, the souls looking back on the bridge, dragged into the river, waiting for the person they are waiting for to pass by, until the water of Wangchuan bleaches the memory in time, leaving the body empty in mourning.

Aren't those umbrella men stationed in front of the Sansheng Stone?

After crossing the bridge, tears were streaming down her face, and her body followed the flow of people to the big wooden bucket of soup.An old lady stood aside, handed a enamel bowl of some age that had fallen out of porcelain to Mu Zi'an, blinked her eyes and said with a smile.

"Hurry up and drink."

She looked at the bowl, she could drink Mengpo soup, but this bowl won't be drunk by thousands of people and tasted by thousands of people.

"Grandma, this..."

Before the words disappeared, she only felt her front teeth being hit hard, and her face being pinched, powerful and rough.The mouth was squeezed open, and the tip of the tongue was immediately hit by a smell of Chinese medicine, and it spit out reflexively.

Mu Zi'an hadn't eliminated the discomfort in his mouth, he only heard the sound of metal hitting the ground, and his ears suddenly buzzed, followed by a burning pain on the left side of his face.

She was slapped across the face, and the enamel bowl was on the ground.

"You can drink as much as you want, and don't drink if you don't want to? How dare you act wild in front of Grandpa Ma?!"

"Meng Po, if you encounter such a troublemaker, beat him to death!"

Mu Zi'an fell to the ground and looked at the magnified and wrinkled horse's head in front of him, screaming with his mouth open, the horse's eyes were bulging, and it was extremely ugly.

It should be the horse noodles in the bull head horse noodles.

She calmly asked Granny Meng for help, her big eyes were clear and clear. "Grandma, can I...can I go to the Wangxiang Terrace to see my relatives?"

The old lady stared at Mu Zi'an for a while, then agreed.

She bowed ninety degrees respectfully to Po Meng, and walked to the earthen platform next to her.Legend has it that on this platform, ghosts can look at the world after death.

If you don't eat human food for one day, you will pass the realm of Yin and Yang in two days.

After arriving at Wangxiangtai in three days, I saw my relatives crying and mourning.

She silently glanced at the small print on the ground. She didn't actually drink much Mengpo soup, she vomited most of it out. Although her memory was vague, she was still there. She wanted to see her ending.

Mu Zi'an resolutely walked towards something that looked like a black telescope, and looked up.

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