Chapter 1332 (1/2)
Ghost almost one before and one after, it seems that they are afraid of running. In the end, they find their worries superfluous.
These two people are not afraid at all, and they have no intention of running away. It seems that they really want to see the Tibetan king.
”Dust to dust, earth to earth, things of the past, past, forget it.”
A magical voice poured into their ears.
Tang Zheng's heart is in awe. This voice has the magic of bewitching people. Whose voice is it?
This is the ghost world. Even if he knows the king of Tibet, he can't take it lightly.
There is a saying that the king of hell is easy to see, but the little devil is hard to deal with. The king of Tibetans is too high-end. The next one may not buy it.
So unless he had to, he would not resort to violence. After all, because of the relationship of the king of Tibet, he can't make such a fuss as before.
Only, he had heard it before, so he was quite surprised.
There was fog ahead, hazy and hazy. I couldn't see the way ahead.
It seems that the ghost difference has long been strange and unexplained.
Tang Zheng simply doesn't ask, just follow each other's steps.
Li Xiaotian grabs Tang Zheng's hand and asks in a low voice, ”this ghost world is so strange that it is quite different from the world.”
Tang Zhengrou said: ”this is two different worlds, of course, there are differences.”
”What's that voice?” Li Xiaotian asked blankly, ”it seems that there is a kind of magic that attracts me deeply.”
Although Tang Zheng was also surprised, she didn't have such a deep feeling. She told him, ”don't think about it more, I have everything.”
Li Xiaotian is holding his arm like glue. She thinks the ghost world is not so bad. At least she doesn't care about his company, no matter how bad the environment is.
Walking into the fog, I can't see all around.
”Dust to dust, earth to earth, things of the past, past, forget it.”
Suddenly, the voice rang again.
Li Xiaotian quickens his pace consciously. Tang Zheng finds something strange and quickly pulls it into her hand and asks, ”what's the matter?”
”The voice is more and more attractive to me,” said Li Xiaotian
Tang Zheng knew that things were not as simple as he thought. He was on guard.
Ghost difference found the difference between them, involuntarily raised a trace of profound smile.
Creak, creak!
The sound of footsteps under my feet suddenly changed.
Tang Zheng was horrified. He looked down quickly. He didn't know when his feet were made of wood instead of hard floor. He looked around and saw fog all around.
Subconsciously, he took a step to the left, and his foot was empty. He quickly put his foot back.
”We're on the bridge?” Tang Zheng asked in a deep voice.
The ghost sent the smile of the corner of the mouth to be more intense, ha ha laughs: ”we are on the bridge of course, if you step out, that is eternal.”
”There's no end to it?”
”Of course, do you know where it is?” Ghost almost changed the normal, said triumphantly, seems to want to give this visitor a good lesson.
”It's the same for me everywhere.” Tang Zheng said without fear.
The ghost left his mouth and jokingly said, ”don't be ashamed! When I come to Naihe bridge, I dare to be so arrogant. ”
”What bridge?”
Tang Zheng is surprised that the name is not strange. It appears in many folklores, accompanied by Meng Po Tang.
Is there really a Meng Po on the bridge carrying a bowl of soup?
He immediately remembered that voice. It was not the voice of Meng Po, so it could bewitch the soul.
Li Xiaotian holds Tang Zheng's arm tightly and says anxiously, ”I don't want to drink Mengpo soup. I don't want to forget the whole life, I don't want to forget you.”
”This life? Ha ha, that's a previous life, don't forget, how to start a new life? ” The previous voice rang again, and out of the fog came a hunched old woman.
”Meng Po.” Tang Zheng exclaimed, it's true that there is Meng Po.
Why haven't you met me before?
He didn't know that he had come to the ghost world before, and he never took the ordinary road. This road is specially for ghost messenger to lead the new soul. This is the only way.
”You really know Lao Sheng, ha ha.” Meng Po's face was wrinkled and clubbed with a crutch, but her laughter gave people a creepy feeling.
”Why, you are still a big living man. You have come here. It's strange.” Meng Po's laughter stopped abruptly, her small eyes half opened and half narrowed, staring at Tang Zheng.
The two ghosts remembered that after such a long journey, the man was not at all unfit.
It's not normal at all.
Are there living people who are not afraid of the erosion of Yin Qi?