I don’t know if I will become a walking zombie at the end.

Just when she was discouraged and felt lonely completely in her heart, and she was completely lost, a small fire light from afar, like thousands of lights, lit up her eyes in an instant.

The fire came from a worn-out small oil lamp, but the oil lamp was carried in the hand by an old man in a straw raincoat and a straw hat.

When the old man saw Feng Qingcheng, he was obviously stunned, and then he continued to walk slowly without any fear.

"Old man..." Feng Qingcheng hurriedly stepped forward and said hello: "Can you see me? Can you hear me talking?"

The old man looked at her and said calmly: "Don't look at me as old as I am, but I don't have deaf ears or eyes. People as old as you can naturally see and hear..."

Feng Qingcheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank God, I finally saw someone who can talk..."

Her eyes looked around her and said stutteringly: "Old man, do you know who they are? What are they doing here? Where is this place?"

"This is the Netherland... These people are wandering souls..."

"Wandering Soul?" Feng Qingcheng was astonished as five thunders slammed into the top of the head.

If this is the underworld and those people are wandering souls, then wouldn’t they also be wandering souls?

In other words, are you already dead?

In her heart, she tried her best to recall what happened before, but no matter how hard she tried, she had no memory.

Her brain was like a sponge full of water, looking extremely full, but when she wanted to squeeze out a little water drop, she found that the sponge was as hard as a rock.

"So...I'm dead?"

Feng Qingcheng murmured at the old man, "But why do I have no memory?"

"After a person's death, the wandering souls come to the underworld, so naturally they cannot have memories. Otherwise, the bumps in the world will make them confused and unable to let go... Then, my underworld will be filled with resentment?"

"But... why am I different from them?" Feng Qingcheng finally carefully asked the question in his heart: "Why do they seem to have no soul and no consciousness...but I have self-consciousness?"

"That's because you don't belong here at all..." The old man looked at her calmly: "Your soul does not exist and this world... Of course, it will not become an unconscious soul like them..."

"Don't belong here?" Feng Qingcheng became more and more confused: "Since it does not belong here, why am I here again?"

"That's because your soul flies outside... I just don't know why I came to me..." The old man looked at her with a strange expression: "I am the place of the underworld, and the souls of the mortal fetuses are all retained... and a soul like you... should return to the place of the Nine Nethers..."

"Jiuyou?"

Feng Qingcheng seemed to be hit hard by something in his heart. Why is this word so familiar?

It seems that such a place has appeared in her memory.

"Where is Jiuyou...?"

"Jiuyou...is the place where you trapped the souls of the descendants of the gods..."

Feng Qingcheng tried his best to search for everything about these Jiuyou in his mind, but in the end he was futile and quite discouraged.

"What should I do now?"
Chapter completed!