Chapter 287

Walking into reincarnation, Wang Zheng only felt a burst of warmth in front of him. The fresh air could be heard everywhere. Although there was no sunshine here, he could still feel warmth. Many souls were waiting in line to go to Naihe bridge and drink a bowl of Mengpo soup.

"Excuse me, let me go." Wang Zheng went straight through his soul. There are at least millions of souls here. When they finished the queue, they don't know the age of the monkey. At that time, the flesh of those residents in Hanjiang city will be rotten. It's no use finding Mengpo soup.

"Who is it!" a gentle but vicissitudes of life voice came out of Naihe bridge. Those souls bowed their heads and their faces were full of respect. Only Wang Zheng was still in a state of ignorance. At the next moment, Wang Zheng only felt that his soul had been impacted for a while and almost all his souls had been knocked out.

"What a terror!" Wang Zheng felt the loose soul. An incredible expression appeared on his face. Usually someone attacked his soul. He could obviously feel that the system was protecting his soul, but this time the system seemed to disappear. His soul was like a boat shaking in the storm.

"What are you doing here? I don't welcome people here." when Wang Zheng was still in a daze, his gentle and vicissitudes of life came through again. At the moment, Wang Zheng was already sweating cold sweat on his head, endured the pressure of being forced out of his soul, and said tremblingly: "I came to reincarnation to ask Lord Meng Po to give me Meng Po soup to wash 2 million souls."

"Oh, who asked you to come here to get Meng Po soup?" Meng Po was obviously very confused about Wang Zheng's purpose.

"Lord Yama."

"Hum, it's that bastard. Go back and tell him that Mengpo soup is here. I want Mengpo soup to get it myself."

Wang Zheng's face showed an embarrassed look. Meng Po's temper was really arrogant. She didn't bird Yanluo at all. To be honest, the name of Yanluo was a hundred trials and all spirits in the underworld. Unfortunately, Wang Zheng hit the wall hard here. People didn't bird Yanluo's name at all.

"Lord Meng Po, in fact, I asked Yan Luo to give me Meng Po soup. However, Yan Luo has been busy reforming the Yin division recently, so I let myself beg Lord Meng Po."

Hearing that Wang Zheng asked Mengpo soup himself, Mengpo hesitated for a long time and said, "yes, I can give you Mengpo soup, but you have to get it yourself. Mengpo Soup for washing two million souls is not a small number. I'm not interested in helping you."

"OK, Lord Meng Po just needs to tell me where Meng Po soup is, and the villain can get it by himself!" Wang Zheng was a little happy. He knew it was so easy to deal with him, so he didn't move out of Yan Luo's name.

"Right under your feet."

Wang Zheng looked at his feet suspiciously. In addition to the Naihe bridge with ancient and simple carving patterns, his feet were the forgetting river.

"Mengpo soup, forget the river?" Wang Zheng said once, his face suddenly changed, and a ridiculous idea crossed his mind: "the river of forget the river is Mengpo soup."

"You're right. Mengpo soup is the river of forgetting Chuan. The source of the river of forgetting Chuan flows from the place of origin. It has the effect of washing the past and karma of the soul. Go down and take the Mengpo soup of two million souls by yourself, but I want to tell you in advance that as long as one drop of the river of forgetting Chuan enters the body, you will eliminate the past and enter reincarnation."

"I'm still a human body. How can I enter reincarnation?" Wang Zheng is really starting to get hairy now. As long as one drop can enter reincarnation, it's absolutely impossible to stop any drop of forgetting the river.

"The forgetting river is the river of Yin Si. The earthly flesh will disappear in a quarter of an hour when it enters the forgetting River, leaving only the pure soul to enter reincarnation."

"I'm Cao, so ferocious?" Wang Zheng's eyes were straight. The forgetting river water was a sharp weapon to kill and destroy the corpses. It seems that he had the opportunity to make Xie Zuo a drink for him. At that time, no matter how many skills he had, he had to turn into his soul and send it to reincarnation.

But YY is meaningless. Wang Zheng's biggest trouble now is the problem of 2 million residents in Hanjiang city.

"Monsieur Meng, isn't there any other way to help me get the water from the river

"No, only the soul can touch the river, and no vessel can carry the river, so what you can do is to carry the river in the state of soul. As for how much you can carry, whether you can stick to your heart in the river depends on your own ability."

"This..." Wang Zheng hesitated to look at the seemingly calm river under the bridge. This choice is really too difficult.

"Think about it, if you don't think about it, go back and think about it. I have to send the soul to reincarnation here. Don't waste their time." Meng seems a little unhappy. She opens her mouth and wants to send Wang Zheng away. Finally, Wang Zheng bit her teeth and nodded. Now she may have no chance to go. The decay of the flesh is delayed, but the soul is hard to say, Those souls have no way to integrate perfectly with the body, but are constantly consuming souls. For ordinary souls, the loss of a day is absolutely a lot.

Wang Zheng sat on the Naihe bridge with his eyes closed. His soul was separated from his body under the shadow of the ghost of hell. Looking at another self sitting on the Naihe bridge, Wang Zheng was full of excitement. This was his first time out of his body. Before, systematic suppression of external forces could not peel off Wang Zheng's soul, and even Wang Zheng could not get out of his body, So this is his first time.

"Is this the feeling of the soul?" under the package of ghost gas, Wang Zheng can clearly feel that his body is very light, and the end of Naihe bridge not far away seems to have an inexplicable attraction to him. The more he looks at the end, the more Wang Zheng wants to go over, just like a starving man smelling the smell of rice.

"No, I'm afraid I'll go into reincarnation by myself." Wang Zheng knew that the end of Naihe bridge was reincarnation. Once he went in, he would reincarnate again, so Wang Zheng didn't hesitate and suddenly jumped into the river of forgetting Sichuan.

At the end of the Naihe bridge, an old woman with wrinkled face, gray hair and almost bare teeth saw Wang Zheng jump into the forgetful River, and a light flashed in her eyes.

"Good boy, I really jumped into the forgetful river. I want to see how long your soul can last." grandma Meng murmured and began to arrange reincarnation. As for Wang Zheng's body, a broken porcelain bowl in grandma Meng's hand suddenly emitted a soft white light around Wang Zheng. No soul can get close to Wang Zheng's body, We can only make a detour.

Wang Zheng, who jumped into the forgetful River, now has only one feeling, pain, pain through his heart.

The river looks calm, but you can only feel the turbulent undercurrent when you jump down. Each undercurrent scouring Wang Zheng's soul will take away Wang Zheng's memory and previous karma. In a sense, memory is also a kind of soul. Now the scouring of the river is tantamount to stripping Wang Zheng's soul.

"Why does MMP hurt so much? I knew I was ready to jump down in advance." Wang Zheng scolded, gathered his spirit and began to fight against the stripping of the forgetful river. Unfortunately, in front of the forgetful River, Wang Zheng was like a jumping crucian carp, but a random wave swallowed Wang Zheng.