“Go to hell!”
These ghost messengers are not jealous. Those who can be ghost messengers in the underworld are definitely not mediocre. It is not an exaggeration to calculate that the number of people who have been reincarnated from ancient times to the present is over 10 billion, but the number of ghost messengers is less than 100,000. When they were alive, they were either generals or high-ranking officials, or talented people. Otherwise, they would not be recruited into the ranks of ghost messengers. Those who can be recruited into the ranks of ghost messengers have already been determined before their death whether they will be ghost messengers after death. Read..
So when this group of people first heard that Xiang Yu used this sword to kill thousands of ghost officials, they were indeed scared. After all, no matter how powerful and fearless they were in their lifetime, they would never die after becoming a ghost official. Moreover, the underworld can be said to have everything. Even those who are not afraid of death will become afraid of death. The longer they live, the more afraid they will be of death.
But later on, the situation turned out to be such that the bosses had gone up, so how could they not go up
This is the situation now, but the ending is not as troublesome as I imagined. The ghost called the head raised his head and hit me with a stick. I gritted my teeth and held the Emperor's Sword horizontally to block it, but this ghost is not an ordinary ghost. Just the fact that he fought with Xiang Yu in the past shows that he has been a ghost for 2,000 years. Moreover, he was able to survive from Xiang Yu in the past. Of course, it is not ruled out that he pretended to be dead, but he survived after all, which also shows his extraordinaryness. When he hit me with a stick, I felt a huge force coming, and the Emperor's Sword was directly shaken away. "
When the ghost officials saw the emperor's sword flying away, they were stunned. Then everyone was ecstatic. Someone shouted, "This guy is just pretending to be an expert with a sword. Don't be afraid, attack!"
All of a sudden, this group of ghost officials rushed up, and there were probably four or five of them surrounding me and hitting me with sticks. The pain was so severe that I couldn't describe it all over my body. They hit me with one stick after another, and I lay on the ground, and my consciousness gradually became blurred.
I don't know how long they fought, but finally they stopped waving sticks. At this time, someone grabbed my hair and lifted my head up. Then I felt someone seemed to pour something into my mouth, soup, Meng Po soup.
Fuck! I opened my eyes with all my strength. At this moment, a ghost was holding my hair and pouring liquid into my mouth. Of course, I vomited as he poured liquid into me.
"Damn it, you little bastard is still not behaving yourself!" As he said that, the ghost gave me a slap on the face. With a snap, I felt a burning pain on the right side of my cheek. Then he continued to pour me with water. I had no strength left in my body and couldn't move at all, but I just wouldn't swallow it. Later, he poured the soup into my mouth and covered it with his hand to prevent me from spitting it out. Then he hit my chest hard. I coughed, but still drank a mouthful of Meng Po soup.
The ghost waited until I drank Meng Po soup before lighting a cigarette and saying to me, "Why didn't you drink it earlier? You made me waste so much effort. Fuck you."
My consciousness gradually became blurred, as if I was forgetting many things. Qiuxiang, Su Daji, Li Mingyao, Wu Zhicong, Li Shigao... Who are they? Why can't I remember what they look like? Why do I know them? They, they, Qiuxiang, Su Daji, Qiuxiang, Su Daji, why do they feel so familiar? I seem to be able to remember them, but I can't remember them at all
Can't forget, can't forget.
"Qiuxiang, Su Daji, Qiuxiang, Su Daji." I had already forgotten who Su Daji and Qiuxiang were at that time, and could only recite their names over and over again to remind myself not to forget them. Although I had forgotten their appearances, at least I still remembered their names and remembered that I had loved two women, Qiuxiang and Su Daji.
"Ah!" I stood up with all my strength and slapped myself hard. My head was very confused at that time and I wanted to sleep very much. I knew that if I fell asleep, I would probably forget everything.
"Wu Jiu?"
Suddenly, a woman's voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw that the woman looked pretty, but unfamiliar. I didn't remember when I had seen her before. She said to me with an apologetic look on her face: "I'm sorry, I'm late. I am Meng Po. You accidentally drank Meng Po soup. It's up to you whether you can still remember your memories." Then the woman took out a bowl of black stuff, handed it to me and said: "Drink it, and you may remember the things you forgot."
A few words suddenly popped up in my mind and I said, "There is a problem in the middle of Huangquan Road. Tianli Sect, collect souls, and train souls."
Before I could finish my words, I took the bowl of black stuff and drank it. After drinking it, I felt a cool feeling all over my body, then I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
"Where is this?" I rubbed my temple, it was very painful. I looked around and saw that it was an ancient house with a slight fragrance.
I thought about it carefully, it seemed that I came to the underworld to fight the Miao witch cult, and then I seemed to accidentally drink Meng Po soup on the Naihe Bridge. Then, I touched my body, and all the wounds were healed, and my Emperor Sword was also placed beside the bed.
"Are you awake?" Suddenly the door opened and a woman in red clothes walked in. I looked at her and said, "Are you Meng Po?"
Meng Po smiled and said, "You have seen me before, why are you asking me this?"
"Strange, didn't I drink Mengpo Soup? Why do I still remember these things?" I rubbed my temple in surprise, and Mengpo said, "Mengpo Soup was invented by me. It was invented to help people forget painful things, but I also developed an antidote, which is what you drank that day. As long as you keep thinking about the most important person in your life before you lose consciousness, there is a certain chance that you will recover. It seems that you have recovered quite well so far."
There was a chair in the middle of the room. Meng Po sat down, picked up an apple, took a bite, looked at me and asked, "Before you fainted, you seemed to keep talking about Qiuxiang and Su Daji, right? Don't you like Qiuxiang? Why did Su Daji come up again?"
"It's none of your business." I frowned, and suddenly said to him, "There are people from the Tianli Sect in the Huangquan Road. They are the ones who have been capturing lonely souls and refining evil things!"
"Don't worry. We sent people to investigate after you fainted that day, but we didn't find any members of the Tianli Sect. We did find a strange cave entrance, but it was blocked by something and it was slowly closing. This is very strange."