Naihe Bridge slowly extended from the cutoff point and reached the shore. We walked down the bridge one after another and saw the houses on the other side faintly appearing in our sight. I thought the ancestor was going to take us to Meng Po's residence, but he just sat cross-legged on the ground, frowning and looking at the gray sky in deep thought.
The Seventh and Eighth Masters stared at the old man intently, as if they were following his lead at this moment, waiting for him to come up with a way to resolve the crisis in the underworld.
But the lecher Lao Cui kept stealing glances at the two beauties, scaring Yi Yumeng and Bai Xinyu so much that they lowered their heads and hid behind me.
I couldn't think of any idea anyway, and I saw the Three Lives Stone just opposite, and I was curious. It is said that the Three Lives Stone records everyone's past and present lives, and I really want to know what my past life was like. So I walked over quietly, and just as I saw the four big words "早登彼岸" on the top of the stone, I was suddenly pulled back by the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master.
"Unless you are a ghost who has crossed the bridge and is reincarnated, you are not allowed to look at this stone." Master Qi, in contrast to his usual kind expression, lectured me with a stern face.
If I don't want to look, I'm too lazy to look. What if I was a pig in my previous life? Wouldn't that make me unhappy? I just looked at the clear green river water and felt more and more strange. You said that this place is called the second realm. It's such a big thing, how come I haven't heard of it
Looking at the river, he came up with an idea and turned to the ancestor and said, "Why not lead them to the bridge, then let Meng Po break the bridge and throw all these bastards into the river? What do you think, ancestor?"
The old ancestor opened his eyes, looked at me, sighed, and said with a wry smile: "The story that there is a second realm of the Wangchuan River is something I made up. The little ghost fell into the water and drowned just because Meng Po used a little trick. And it is impossible for the Wangchuan River to surge and reach the shore. It was Meng Po who frightened them."
I couldn't help but stare. It turned out that the threats Meng Po and he had made to the old bastard were all lies. I hurriedly asked, "So, if they knew the truth and the old bastard went up to the bridge himself, Meng Po wouldn't be able to stop him?"
The old ancestor nodded with a worried look on his face: "That's right. It's just that they don't know the details of the Wangchuan River and the Naihe Bridge. But when we go back, we just need to ask the three judges and we will know immediately. I am also thinking hard about how to solve the urgent crisis at hand."
"Kill the old bastard and they will collapse without a fight," I said.
The old ancestor nodded and said, "As long as Yu Songyu dies, the rest are nothing to be afraid of. But Yu Songyu has gone through the painful forging of the realm of plunder and has become extremely ferocious. Even if Xuanzhen and I join forces, it will be difficult to get rid of him." After saying this, his face was full of worry.
"How can the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons have the ability to release people from the realm of evil?" I really can't understand.
Master Qi told me, "The entrance to the realm of ghosts was originally controlled by the ghost king. Later, this guy caused trouble in the human world and was suppressed in Mangshan. Later, he was eliminated by a heavenly master. The entrance to the realm of ghosts is temporarily managed by the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Ghosts. Therefore, it is convenient to lure out a ghost. Moreover, at this time of chaos in the underworld, the chief executive has lost his eyes and ears. Who will take care of it?"
That's true. Fortunately, the Twelve-story Ghost Dragon Tower was destroyed, otherwise it would be easy to take advantage of this opportunity to lure the ghost out of the country.
"Master, we can't wait any longer. If we wait any longer, we will just be waiting to die." Master Ba urged anxiously.
The old ancestor frowned, looked at me meaningfully, and said slowly: "I do have a plan, but..."
I saw him staring at me, thinking that this plan was aimed at me, so I asked him hastily, "What's the plan?"