Chapter 1533

The Mengpo soup given by Jiu Jiu is hard to eat, but the man dares to say it's not good to drink in order to live. Even if Jiu Jiu says he's hypocritical, he has to smile and say, "no, it's good to drink, it's really good to drink."

"Since it's good to drink, you can drink more." Jiu Jiu said, then put the remaining soup in the pot into a bowl and served it to the man.

The man just drank the bowl and did his best. Now he saw a big basin in Jiujiu's hand, especially after the soup was cold, the fishy smell mixed with the rancid smell kept drilling into his nose. The man couldn't help but rush out and spit out.

The man is already a soul. Where can he spit anything? It's just retching after spitting for a long time.

Jiujiu thought he had tossed the man like this, and the man would no longer continue to drink soup, but who knew that the man was very cruel when he did bad things, but it really happened to him, but he was as small as a quail. It was clear that the soup Jiujiu gave him was terrible, but he still had to drink it.

After drinking the soup, the man's face was whiter than the paper. He couldn't resist the desire to vomit. Looking at Jiujiu, he asked, "villa leader, can I go?"

"Go, where are you going?" when the man said he wanted to go, Jiujiu picked his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his mouth showed a smile: "you killed Meng Po. It's a terrible crime. Do you think you can reincarnate?"

Hearing that Jiujiu said he had committed a heinous crime, the man suddenly turned white, his lips trembled, looked at the basin of soup in his hand, and asked, "that, that soup?"

"Oh, this soup is not for you to forget the past, but for you to remember the past." Jiujiu raised her hand and squeezed the man's soul in the palm of her hand. Jiujiu walked out of Mengpo village and went straight to forget Sichuan.

There are countless evil spirits imprisoned in qiechuan. Evil spirits naturally want to reincarnate. But qiechuan has a boundary. They can't even get out of the water of qiechuan, let alone others.

Over time, those struggling ghosts no longer struggle, but fight with each other. Sometimes, for such a piece of rotten meat, one eye can tear the soul on the opposite side to pieces. As time goes by, what is left in forgetting the river is the evil ghost on the side of the disaster.

For men's crimes, even if they are sent to hell, it is only a pain of thousands of years at most. However, in hell, time is the last. Thousands of years of Kung Fu is fleeting. If you want to torture a person, you must make him restless forever, and throwing him into forgetting the river is the biggest punishment.

The souls in the river will be torn apart, but they will not die. Every night, the river water will nourish those torn souls and make them return to their former appearance. But in the day, they will be torn into pieces by those evil spirits, and they will continue to grow.

Jiujiu is small-minded and fond of revenge. He has no good impression on the man who deceived qingluan and even wanted to kill his son. Therefore, he is ready to throw him into forgetting the river.

When Jiujiu raised his hand and threw the man into the river, the man didn't know what had happened, but after his soul was thrown into the river, the river, which was as calm as a mirror, suddenly burst into waves, and countless hungry ghosts stretched out their hands one after another, just trying to compete for such a piece of meat, such a piece of hair, just for a moment, The man was torn into countless pieces before his voice came out.

After the man's soul disappeared, Jiujiu stood by the water and looked at it, but she kept thinking in her heart.

She was caught by the hand of Qichuan Li and came here. If she jumped down now, would she return to the original place.

Jiujiu thought so and jumped directly into forgetting the river.

The evil ghost in forgetting Sichuan had already lost his mind, and only the word plunder went deep into the bone marrow. Even if Jiujiu was mother Meng, she was caught by the evil ghost at the moment she fell into forgetting Sichuan. Just when the evil ghost wanted to tear Jiujiu into pieces, Xuanwu suddenly stretched out his hand and brought Jiujiu back from the hands of countless evil ghosts.

Xuanwu threw Jiujiu to the shore and said angrily, "what do you want?"

The last time he saw Jiujiu, Jiujiu stood on the bank forgetting the river water. At the moment, he wanted to jump into the river. At the thought of so many hands pulling on Jiujiu, Xuanwu's face was ugly and his tone was particularly severe.

Jiujiu's soul power is incomparable. Just now it seems that the evil ghost is pulling her lake to explode, but in fact, the evil ghost doesn't take advantage of it. Instead, she absorbs a lot of soul power. If Xuanwu doesn't come, Jiujiu dares to guarantee that she will absolutely absorb all the soul power of the evil ghost in forgetting the river.

Of course, these words can't be told to Xuanwu.

Jiujiu hung her eyes to cover the mood at the bottom of her eyes, looking sad.

Xuanwu's temperament is straight. In the past, when he was on duty in the underworld, he was particularly inhumane, but now he saw Jiujiu's face showing a sad color, and the harsh criticism on his lips can't be said.

Xuanwu sighed, looked at Jiujiu and said, "I know you have a good relationship with that Meng Po, but this road is her own choice. You have avenged her. Why bother to abuse yourself like this."

Jiujiu drooped her eyes: "I didn't spoil myself. I just wanted to go home."

She just came here to help Lele. She thought she could go back and continue her task after cleaning up the old ghost, but she didn't think she would be caught by the evil ghost of forgetting Sichuan, and then came here.

Jiujiu raised her head, showed a pair of lonely eyes, looked at Xuanwu and said, "Xuanwu, can you help me calculate how I can go home?"

Xuanwu's hand was raised, but it was put down in vain. He shook his head and said, "I can't figure it out."

He can figure out the origin and whereabouts of anyone, but he can't figure out nine.

Jiujiu sighed and continued to ask, "do you know how I can go to other interfaces?"

"I don't know." although I don't know how Jiujiu knows that there are other interfaces in the world, Xuanwu said to Jiujiu very seriously: "your cultivation is too low. Even if I can cut through the void for you, you can't stand the vigorous wind between the interfaces."

This is to tell Jiujiu not to leave this interface with crooked ways, because even if she has a way to break through the void, she can't reach other interfaces.

After being denied by Xuanwu twice in a row, Jiujiu had no desire to continue talking with Xuanwu and simply returned to his Mengpo village.

Xuanwu was in a hurry to catch up with Jiujiu and threw qingluan's child on the bed. Now Jiujiu saw the child and felt a little kind, especially the eyebrows and eyes. Although he could see the appearance of qingluan and the man, he seemed to be better looking than qingluan and the man. Jiujiu blinked and thought, "you'll be called Xiuyi in the future."