"Is it better?" Linger asked.
It's still cold, but it's better than before. It's no longer the unbearable cold. "Much better, thank you."
Ling'er retracted her hand and shrugged: "These are all trivial things, because you have no spirit power, and are different from ordinary dead ghosts, so you can't stand the cold of this underworld. When you really become dead ghosts, you will never again. Don't be afraid of the cold anymore."
When you meet Mingjun, you will soon become a dead ghost. Ling'er said so in his heart.
"How can you be sure that King Ming is the one who took your wife? As far as I know, although King Ming is not a gentleman, he is not a man who can snatch a wife."
Chu Yan recounted about Jun Luoheng, including the first encounter at the bar, the dream of entering Bai Zhi, and the fact that he sent a ghost to guard Bai Zhi, and even suddenly disappeared in the office of the principal of SUSTech.
Ling'er asked in shock: "You mean, that person's name is Jun Luoheng?"
Chu Yan nodded: "Yes, he claims to be Jun Luoheng."
"That's not Mingjun." Linger insisted.
"Then who is he?" Chu Yan asked.
Ling'er shook his head: "I haven't heard of this name. Although Mingjun is surnamed Jun, he is not called Jun Luoheng. And given Mingjun's temperament, he will never use a pseudonym outside, so I'm sure it is not Mingjun. It is very likely that it is a son of Mingjun. After all, the surname is Jun!" She guessed.
There are many sons in the Hades, and there were several three hundred years ago. She is not very familiar with her sons, so she can't analyze it now.
However, the status of those who can dispatch ghost generals is certainly not low.
Ling'er took a long sigh of relief. It's fine if it's not Mingjun, as long as it's not Mingjun, this matter will be easy to handle.
In Hades, the highest status is Hades. Mingjun's hands held the laws and regulations of the underworld.
If he commits a foul, no one can control him.
But if someone else violates the rules, he is the sanctioner.
Even if the offender was his son.
"This is Huangquan Road." Ling'er pointed to the road with yellow sand in front of the sky.
"Huangquan Huangquan, only yellow sand is seen, but no spring!" Chu Yan looked around with a look of confusion.
Ling'er pointed to her feet: "The spring is below. Those who were evil in their lifetime will have an evil soul. Once they enter the Huangquan Road, they will sink. Below is the purgatory of human legend. You can only go to the Wangchuan River after you have received the nine extreme tortures."
"Where is the good?" Chu Yan asked.
Ling'er pulled him sideways, avoiding two ghosts sent by ghosts.
The ghost can't see them, so he escorts the two ghosts to the front of Huangquan Road.
One was a gray-haired old man, and the other was a woman in her early forties.
The woman had injuries on her head, which seemed to be caused by a car accident. The old man was dressed clean and his hair was neat, not like an accidental death.
Ling'er folded her arms and asked with a smile: "Master, come and guess, these two, who will go to hell? Who will go to Huangquan?"
Chu Yan glanced at the two of them carefully, and said slowly: "The old man looks very blessed and has a kind face. He should be a good person. I guess she is going to Huangquan. That woman is hard to say, there is too much blood on her face. , I can’t see what it looks like, and it’s not easy to evaluate."
Ling'er smiled and said, "I guess this old woman goes to hell, and this woman goes to Huangquan."
As soon as Ling'er's words fell, the two were pushed by the ghost to Huang Quandao.
The woman walked ahead, looking back one step at a time, her eyes were lost by the yellow sand. She couldn't see the way when she came, but she kept looking back.
"It seems that she still has a lot of people and things that she can't let go of, pitiful!" Ling'er sighed and shook her head gently.