C11

A red figure slowly descended from the sky to my side, Hei Baiwuchang's eyes flashed with shock and fear. I'm curious, could it be that they know Bai Jing, and that Bai Jing is also a representative in the Underworld?

Just as I was curious, Hei Baiwuchang actually knelt in front of Bai Jing. White Impermanence's body was still trembling, is it really that scary? I looked at Bai Jing and then looked at Hei Baiwuchang.

I was a little confused, so I poked Bai Jing and said, "You can't be, right? Haven't we met yet? Why are you so angry?"

Bai Jingjing looked at me with eyes filled with deep emotion. "I only appeared there to wait for you."

"How did you know I'd be there?"

"I've said that we're fated to be husband and wife, so naturally, it's because our hearts agree."

"Alright, you win."

I don't understand how Bai Jing, as the King of Hell, would act like a scoundrel. I couldn't help worrying about the future of the Underworld. After all, they have an unreliable leader.

"Oh right, why can't Hei Baiwuchang hook Lu Zhi's soul away?" I suddenly remembered something important.

"There are only two possibilities why Hei Baiwuchang cannot absorb the soul, either he is someone with merits in his body, his soul will not enter the reincarnation cycle after death, he will fly to become a god, he will become a part of the Immortal Class, and the other possibility is that he is a ghost from the Underworld, so his soul will naturally not be taken away after death."

"However, if he wants to become an Immortal Soul stage cultivator, he should be covered in golden light and cannot be attacked by a water ghost. He should be the soul of the Underworld's tribulation that entered the mortal realm." Bai Jing continued to speculate.

"You can take me to the Underworld to take a look, right? I've always been curious about what the Underworld looks like, is it any different from the mortal realm?" I anxiously looked at Bai Jing.

"It just so happens that you found Lu Zhi's soul. Since this matter still requires your participation, I'll take you on a stroll in the Underworld."

"Sure."

Bai Jing covered my eyes. I only felt myself being embraced by him, and then we seemed to have left the ground. The wind blew by my ears, and in the time it took to make a cup of tea, Bai Jing landed on the ground.

I found myself in a desert, deserted and deserted, looking at the white landscape. "You're kidding me, you're not going to take me into the desert and ask me to perish."

"This is the eight hundred li of the Yellow Springs. Isn't it said that the Road to River Styx is filled with Resurrection Lily that will provide comfort to the dead that lead to the Underworld? What are you saying?" I looked at the desolate desert and was very disappointed.

"The Yellow Springs resides in a place of extreme yin, where not even an inch of grass grows, where the Resurrection Lily is a flower to be received. However, due to its difficulty in growing, it requires the nourishment of the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. Bai Jing felt a little helpless.

"This is not the path of the Yellow Springs as I imagined. Wait, one day, I will open this eight hundred li Yellow Springs and fill it with eight hundred li of Resurrection Lily. It will definitely look good." I swear it.

"Then I'll wait and see." Bai Jing coordinated with him in a rare sight.

Bai Jing took me instantly to move, we came to a river, on the shore of a stone, the River of Forgetfulness.

"This is the River of Forgetfulness, why is it blood-red in color?" I ran excitedly to the riverside. Bai Jing pulled me back and said, "Worried, even the ghosts in the river can't be reborn. Extremely savage. If you fall in, you will be devoured until even your bones are gone." Bai Jing warned.

I shivered. This was too bloody. "Then how are we supposed to cross the river?" I looked around. No boats, no bridges.

Bai Jing waved his hand, and the fog over the Forgetfulness River dispersed. A magnificent bridge appeared on the river, its surface transparent and crystal clear. I was very curious, was it made of glass, that's not right, the Bridge of Helplessness has existed since the beginning of the world, how could there be glass at that time?

"This is the Glazed Stone." Bai Jing explained.

I carefully stepped onto the stairs. The Glazed Rock seemed to be of a very high grade and I could see the scenery of the river from the bridge. There were many malevolent ghosts looking at me from within, wishing that they could pull me into Wangchuan and bite me. On the other side of the Bridge of Helplessness was a stone platform.

"That is the Viewing Platform, where the dead will take one last look at the human world." I could not help but feel sad as I looked at that platform standing alone, as if I could see those people who had passed away in this place looking at their hometown silently sad and then turned around.

There was an old granny standing next to the observation platform. There was a huge pot in front of the old granny, and the old granny was struggling to stir it with a huge spoon.

"Could this be the legendary Grandma Meng?"

"Right."

"Alright, sure enough, the TV is full of liars."

I went to Grandma Meng's side. Grandma Meng bowed towards Bai Jing before continuing to cook the soup. I curiously looked into the pot to see what materials were in Grandma Meng's soup. I only saw the black and steaming water. I asked Grandma Meng, "Grandma Meng, what is the flavor of this soup?"

Grandma Meng didn't turn her head to look at me, her hoarse voice sounded out, "This Grandma Meng's Soup doesn't have a specific taste. If someone drinks it while they are still alive and suffering, the soup will be sweet, giving the dead a final comfort.

"Granny, how long have you been making this soup?"

"From the time when I was young, it had already been a few hundred years since I was fated to be a grandma like Grandma Meng. From the time when I was a young girl to the present, it has been several thousand years. But before that person arrived, I still have to endure." Grandma Meng's voice was a bit sad. I felt that Grandma Meng was thinking of something sad, so I quickly stopped talking. When I left, I looked at Grandma Meng's back and felt extremely upset.