"Girl, why are you...so scary?" Seeing her looking up and her face pale, Qianshan couldn't help but worry.

Jiang Chengjia looked at her, without saying a word, as if she had not recovered from her thoughts.

After a while, she frowned and asked, "Qian Shan... You have told me that Chen Wuniang's life experience and even household registration files cannot be found in any case, right?"

Qianshan didn't know why she suddenly asked about Chen Wuniang's life experience, but nodded and replied: "The Qianji Department has visited Jianye everywhere, and has transferred out all the household registration files of all the servants and maids around Mrs. Cao to read... She has never found the household registration files registered at the time of birth or the paper deed after being included in the lowly family."

"Qianshan, I want to confirm something." Jiang Chengjia frowned.

Qianshan was stunned and said, "What do girls want to confirm?"

"Can you go to the underworld to find Meng Po and ask her divine book to take a look?" Jiang Chengjia grabbed her hand and asked in anticipation.

Qianshan said in surprise: "Didn't the girl not allow me to use spells?"

Jiang Chengjia murmured: "I just need to make sure of one thing. Qianshan, I just need to make sure of one thing."

Seeing her insidious appearance, Qianshan became deeply worried and asked, "What do girls want to ask?"

Jiang Chengjia replied: "I want to know if there is any fortune book before Chen Wuniang entered the brothel and Meng Po's divine book?"

Qianshan asked in surprise: "Does the girl think... Chen Wuniang is not an ordinary person?"

Jiang Chengjia suddenly stopped talking.

Qianshan's heart trembled and then said, "Miss, wait a moment, and I will come."

After saying that, Qianshan took off the Nanyun Du seal bracelet that sealed her own divine power and magic from her wrist. She drew a circle in the air with a slender finger, and the entire Fuyuan fell into silence. Everything was still, and time was frozen at this moment.

A bright white light shone out from the room. Qianshan was about to jump into the light and head to the underworld. Unexpectedly, Jiang Chengjia took the lead and got into the light that lingered into a fog, and disappeared.

Qianshan screamed in surprise and shouted: "Girl! You have injuries on your body and cannot go to the underworld!"

In the light, Jiang Chengjia had no idea where she went with her divine power. Qian Shan stomped her feet in anger and immediately jumped into the endless floating clouds and mist, and disappeared from the Yaxuan with the last bit of divine light.

Close your eyes.

Open your eyes again.

Jiang Chengjia had already arrived in front of the Nether Palace, which was still as gloomy as she had come before. In front of the palace gate was a big sky tree that entered the sky of the underworld. In the autumn, the old tree fell out all its withered and yellow leaves, and its bare branches stretched in the air, as if weaving a large black net, making the Nether Palace, which had been soaked in the darkness, even more gloomy and terrifying. The bright moonlight derived from the front of the hall to the ninth heaven seemed to separate the heaven and earth and swallow everything in the darkness.

Jiang Chengjia shivered in front of the hall, enduring the fear of fear, and walked towards the narrow corridor leading to the Ghost Gate Pass in the Nether Palace. The fog filled everything in front of the corridor. She gritted her teeth and followed the ghosts floating in the corridor, stepped through the Ghost Gate through a small river with fishy blood, and embarked on this road called Huangquan. The rugged and difficult-to-go road was full of bright red and charming red flowers on both sides of the rugged and difficult road. At the end of the road is the Forget River. There is a bridge called Naihe Bridge on the river. Naihe Bridge is divided into three layers, with red upper layers and middle

The layer of black yellow is black, and the lower layer is black. The lower layer becomes more dangerous. Jiang Chengjia carefully stepped onto the Naihe Bridge from the banks of the Wangchuan River. Along the bridge, she saw the lonely ghosts who were not reincarnated in the green water. They kept raising claws at the ghosts walking slowly on the Naihe Bridge, trying to pull off the river of Wangchuan, swallow its memories, smash its seven souls and six spirits, and turn it into the same lonely ghost. The Naihe Bridge is not very narrow, but not wide, and it is painted with three narrow paths.

If a mortal, he does good deeds when he is alive, he will walk on the middle path of the Naihe Bridge. Those who do evil will walk on the paths on both sides of the Naihe Bridge. There will always be evil spirits being pulled down from the bridge by the evil ghosts in the Forgetful River, devour them in an instant, and they will be destroyed.

Jiang Chengjia watched with her own eyes how many times Fu Yang walked on the Naihe Bridge, and how many times he saw him standing on the edge of the bridge, almost being pulled into the Wangchuan by the evil ghost. Every time she was frightened and frightened.

After crossing Naihe Bridge, there is a dirt platform on the other end of Wangchuan, called Wangxiangtai, and there is a pavilion called Mengpo Pavilion next to Wangxiangtai.

Where did the little Mengpo copy the mortal list, enlighten the past, handed a bowl of Mengpo soup to the ghosts who came to rebirth, and summoned the destiny of the ghosts, and recorded the fate of the next life in the divine book.

Jiang Chengjia was mixed in the ghost, holding his breath of strangers, and carefully arrived at Mengpo Pavilion. Mengpo was wearing a coarse linen coat, with yellow hair and drooping hair, rosy complexion, and tender skin. She was a real little fairy. She was not said by ordinary people, but an old woman with a head full of gray hair.

Little Mengpo served a bowl of Mengpo soup for the ghosts who were coming and going, and repeatedly told them to drink it. Only then did they feel at ease to let them go to the reincarnation path. Occasionally, when the ghosts who had drunk the soup complained, "As these days, even Mengpo soup is getting harder and harder." Then he furiously pulled it back to Wangxiangtai, let it drink a bowl of soup, forgetting the fate of three lifetimes.

Jiang Chengjia sighed. The world has changed so much, but the divine world is difficult to change for thousands of years.

She slowly followed the wandering ghost to the front of Meng Po’s long seat desk. Meng Po handed over a bowl of Meng Po’s soup without raising her head, and said coldly: “Drink it.”

Jiang Chengjia called out softly: "Xiao Meng."

When the little Mengpo heard the familiar cry, a layer of bumps appeared on the back of her hands and forehead. She trembled all over and looked up suddenly, and saw who the person was. She immediately pretended to be headache and dizzy and said, "Today I will summon the destiny to the heavens. You all go back, and register and make a book tomorrow, drink and forget your worries, and enter the cycle of reincarnation."

The ghost behind him was filled with sorrow, and he was clamoring and clamoring toward Mengpo Pavilion.

Little Mengpo glared, her eyebrows widened, her voice thickened, and she said viciously: "Whoever is pushing forward, just stay with the evil ghosts!"

A roar made the hustle and bustle of Naihe Bridge instantly settle down. After a moment, the ghosts on Naihe Bridge gradually dissipated and returned to the underworld road.

Little Mengpo glanced at Jiang Chengjia and said with a smile: "Mengpo Pavilion is closed today. Please come back next time."

After saying that, she ran around the world and fled out of Wangxiangtai for a moment.

Jiang Chengjia blinked, calmly picked up the center of Mengpo Pavilion, and the Destiny Pen on the desk. After dipping it ink, he would stir it into the soup cup placed next to him.

Little Mengpo ran back screaming, snatched the Destiny Pen and shouted: "Jiang Mengluo, dare you to destroy my pot of Forget-Word Soup! I will fight you to the death!"

Jiang Chengjia raised his eyebrows and said, "Unless you don't escape."

Little Mengpo grunted and said, "Why am I listening to you? The Destiny Pen is in my hands. I see what else can you destroy my soup!"

Jiang Chengjia curled his lips, stretched out a slender arm from her sleeve, and her tightly clenched fist turned upwards, and a pile of withered leaves were lying in her palm, motionless.

Little Mengpo was shocked and said, "Jiang Mengluo, don't do anything randomly!"

Jiang Chengjia said lightly: "It's okay if I don't do anything randomly."

Xiao Mengpo begged for mercy with a frown and said, "What do you want me to check again? You said that, don't touch my soup, okay?"

Jiang Chengjia nodded and said for granted: "If you check it for me, I won't touch you."

Little Mengpo waved her sleeves and a roll of bamboo book shining with golden light appeared in her hand. It was Mengpo's divine book, and she complained: "Tell me, what are you going to check?"

Only then did Jiang Chengjia take back his arm hanging above the soup cup and frowned and said, "I want to know where a ghost who died in Jianye is now?"

Little Mengpo waved the Destiny Pen and found Jianye’s file. Without raising her head, she asked, “What’s the name?”

"Minnie Chen."

Little Mengpo froze, looked up and asked repeatedly, "What did you say?"

Seeing her strange reaction, Jiang Chengjia frowned and said again: "Miss Chen Wuniang."

Little Mengpo took a deep breath and became a little panicked.

Jiang Chengjia saw through her weirdness at first sight and asked, "Is there no record of this ghost's rebirth in your divine book?"

Little Mengpo smiled dryly and said, "How could it be...? I'll look for it immediately." She immediately lowered her head, almost buried her face in the book, and searched for it for a long time without any movement.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Chengjia had already guessed in her heart and asked: "My Qianji Department can't find Chen Wuniang's household registration file in the mortal world, nor can she find the place where she was born and raised. I just want to ask you, is there no birth place for Chen Wuniang in the divine book, and there is no record of her fortune book before entering the brothel?"

Little Mengpo stammered and explained: "No... Chen Wuniang, Chen Wuniang... the fortune book that was sold to the brothel was accidentally lost by me. I... couldn't make up for it, so Chen Wuniang's fortune book can only be a broken book. This is my mistake... I have never dared to tell anyone."

Jiang Chengjia took a breath, stared at her eyes, shook her head firmly and said, "No...No, no, no. You did not lose the first half of Chen Wuniang's fortune book, but instead cast a spell and impose the soul and fate of this person in the divine book. Because the destiny of heaven is not allowed, Chen Wuniang lost half of the fortune book, right?"

Meng Po's face became even more weird and ugly.

Jiang Chengjia trembled and said, "Miss Chen...she is not an ordinary person, right?"

Meng Po covered her blindly and said, "What are you talking about? If Chen Wuniang is not an ordinary person, how could she still keep the body of a mortal after death? If it is true that Chen Wuniang's soul was imposed in the divine book as you said, and her fate was also created by me, then once Chen Wuniang dies in the mortal world, her body will be broken like her soul, how could she still retain her body?"
Chapter completed!