Chapter 176 (2/2)

Yama was behind the table, looking at them. For a moment, he even forgot to move his fingers. After a long time, he said, ”good Well, Wei Zheng, you can arrange it. ”

Wei Zheng looked at them with a look of shock and appreciation. He nodded and said, ”come on, everyone, follow me.”

After that, Wei Zheng made a gesture of ”please” and walked forward slowly, leading everyone forward.

Out of the palace of hell, all the way to Naihe bridge, the other side of the bridge is covered with flowers. Under the bridge, the river of forgetchuan is surging, and there are countless ghosts wailing. It seems that thousands of ghosts are waiting for people on the bridge to catch and share.

Wei Zheng walked in front of them, and many ghost messengers protected them. Wei Zheng had a token in his hand, shining with gold. He was so scared that the ghost under the bridge didn't dare to move, and he just shrank in the river. A group of people safely across the bridge, the bridge side, there is a small platform, above the plaque has three words: wangxiangtai.

This is the place where they see their family and friends who are still in the sun for the last time. It is also the last journey of their life.

There are tearful mothers, smoking fathers, crying children, wives who hide their faces with their hands, crying brothers and silent friends.

At this moment, even if he was a man of iron and a hero of bronze, his tears would no longer listen to his command and flow down. Those who were emotional would kneel down on the ground, beat the ground with their hands, and cry to express their sorrow.

This is their last time!

”Mother!” One of them looked at his mother, who was sent by a white haired man to a black haired man. He couldn't help but kneel down in tears and cried, ”my child is unfilial. I want you to bear the pain of losing your son in your old age. Mother, I can't take care of you. I'm unfilial. My child kowtows to you!”

With that, he kowtowed his head directly and hit people's heart with a dull voice!

The rest looked at their relatives and were infected by him. They all knelt down one after another.

Wei Zheng is looking at the scene like water. He has been in the underground for thousands of years. I don't know how many times, how many filial sons, good grandchildren, loving mothers and strict fathers, he can't help crying at this moment.

I can see all this and all that they have experienced when I am in the sun. When I see here, my eyes are red. What they saw was not what happened in the sun, but what their family and friends looked like after hearing about their death. The time and place were not the same.

After kneeling down for a while, from the other side came an old woman, wearing a cloth dress, wrinkled, kind-hearted, with a small wooden bowl in her hand, which contained a bowl of off white soup.

”Well, it's time to drink soup. Do you have any taboos? No parsley. ” Meng po said with a smile and came to them.

As soon as the man who knelt down at the beginning looked up, he saw Mengpo delivering soup to him. He hesitated twice. Finally, he closed his eyes, bit his teeth, held the soup bowl in his hands, looked up and poured it down directly!

After he took the bowl, Mengpo had another bowl of soup in her hand. It seemed like a magic trick, and she handed it to the next person.

After a while, everyone drank the soup, and people who had drunk the soup didn't have to return the bowl. After drinking, the wooden bowl turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

After drinking Mengpo soup, several people suddenly become dull, which is the performance of the disappearance of previous life memory, just like the computer suddenly formatted. A group of people are led to the place of reincarnation. The Runner King has been waiting for a long time, and the kids who had been waiting in line for reincarnation stop one after another to make way for the heroes.

”Heroes, I hope you can be reborn where you want to be. Goodbye.” The runner Wang said, taking a picture of the reincarnation channel around him, four of the six lights were dim, only humanity and heaven humanity were still shining.

I watched that group of people one by one enter the path of reincarnation, and the picture began to blur. I knew that it was going to disappear.

I closed my eyes and murmured to myself, ”I hope you can really be reincarnated in this land and become Chinese people and Chinese people again.”

”Ah, sir, what are you talking about?”

Next to me, someone who didn't understand what I was doing asked suspiciously.”Ah, it's OK. Let's go. When we're done, we'll go back.” I said, sending the people back, but also can not help looking back, looking at the stars all over the sky, my heart moved.

I don't know how many such heroes there are. It would be a good thing if they could be. There is no time to be quiet, but someone is carrying a heavy load in an invisible place.

May you all be well!