Although Pluto is in charge of one side of the underworld, he is still not beyond the six realms. He will also have his own loves, hates, and obsessions.
Jiang Lixing lowered his deep eyes and stared closely at the red mark on his palm. This red mark, like Po Meng's long hair, was an obsession and a doom.
This is also the mark "she" left for him thousands of years ago. Like a red thread, even if thousands of years pass, the two people can still meet again.
When Jiang Lixing raised his eyes again, the red marks on his palms had disappeared.
Jiang Lixing looked at his face in the mirror. There seemed to be a mist on the bathroom glass mirror. In the blur, there seemed to be two identical faces. Jiang Lixing's eyes couldn't help but darken.
"This is not the place for you."
Jiang Lixing whispered to the mirror. The fog in the mirror slowly dissipated. No one answered him. When the fog dissipated, only Jiang Lixing's face was left in the mirror. This face was extremely pale at this time.
Jiang Lixing narrowed his eyes and gently clenched his fists.
The thing he least expected to see happened -
"He" is here too...
"He" is Jiang Ziwen, "he" is him, but not him.
… …
In the underworld, on the road to Huangquan.
A black figure walks slowly on Huangquan Road. This is a road that cannot be turned back. No matter which direction you go, at the end you will reach the Naihe Bridge.
The black figure was strolling on the Huangquan Road, looking at the ghosts on the road, but he turned a blind eye until he came to the Naihe Bridge.
The thin and narrow Naihe Bridge has frightened new ghosts on the bridge, and the ferocious poisonous insects under the bridge.
Standing quietly by the Naihe Bridge, looking at the scenery above and below the bridge, the figure's eyes were complicated.
"Your Highness."
At this time, a bowl of soup was brought in front of the figure.
"Your Highness, how come you... so quickly?"
Before Po Meng finished speaking, her eyes suddenly widened.
"What's wrong?"
A low, magnetic male voice sounded softly in her ears.
Po Meng was stunned.
"Your hair... has grown again." At this time, the man suddenly spoke softly again.
Only then did Po Meng come back to her senses and smiled meaningfully: "Your Highness, I already said this to the slave family last time."
"Is it?"
Jiang Ziwen raised his eyes and suddenly raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Look, the new ghosts on the Naihe Bridge are frightened. The Huangquan Road is full of scorched earth, but both sides of the road and the river bank are gorgeous."
There is a kind of flower that is more beautiful than blood, and that is the flower of the other side.
The flowers that bloom in the underworld represent the color of death.
"The flowers bloom and the leaves fall, the leaves bloom and the flowers wither. We will never see each other again for eternity."
Po Meng on the side whispered something in a low voice, with a sad expression on her face.
Bana flower represents life and death, represents separation, and is an ominous symbol in the human world.
"We shall never see each other again for eternity."
Jiang Ziwen silently recited what Meng Po said just now, with a dark look in his narrow eyes.
After whispering these words, he suddenly turned around gently and strode away.
Looking at his leaving figure, Po Meng's eyes flickered.
Although I don’t know what happened, but—
What the hell are there two His Highnesses
Well, even though they are all ghosts... But, what's weird about them
"Shua"
At this moment, a dark wind blew by, and a tall and thin figure appeared behind Po Meng. He was wearing a red robe, with long hair hanging down his shoulders, and a pale face.