Fantasy: I Can See The Rewards

He pondered for a moment.

Jiang Han walked to the back of the line and lined up quietly.

The queue was very long, with twists and turns. After Jiang Han entered the queue, a long queue quickly formed behind him. No wonder it was quite crowded here. They were all queuing up to buy Meng Po Soup.

"Meng Po Soup, it definitely can't be real."

Jiang Han murmured to himself, "What I'm curious about now is why there is a name like 'Meng Po Soup' here? Could the old woman selling the soup have heard of some kind of legend?"

"If so, where did she hear it?"

The queue at the front keeps shrinking.

Jiang Han lowered his eyes and thought deeply, staring at the old woman selling soup.

At this time.

The old woman seemed to notice his gaze, looked over from a distance, looked at him, and grinned, showing her white teeth.

Jiang Han was slightly startled.

Suddenly, his vision became blurry, and when he returned to normal, his expression suddenly changed.

At this moment.

He was no longer on the streets of Zhenxian City, but was standing on an endless road, showing a light yellow color, with figures in front of him and behind him, lining up neatly.

"This is.....…"

Jiang Han's pupils suddenly shrank, "Huangquan Road?"

He was startled and confused, and suddenly turned his head to look behind him, only to see that it was a vague and ferocious ghost figure, holding his head in his hands, with blood flowing all over his body. He had obviously been beheaded and died!

There was a long row behind, all filled with all kinds of ghosts!

Their death conditions were different. Some had their heads cut off, some had their eyebrows pierced, some had their hearts pulled out, and some had cracks all over their bodies. They seemed to have been quartered to death.

"Hallucination?"

Jiang Han's eyes twitched.

He just looked at the old woman and actually entered the illusion directly?

To know.

His current Primordial Spirit is comparable to that of Martial Saint, and is purer.

Said without politeness.

Even those Martial Saints who specialize in spiritual attacks cannot force him into this weird illusion with just one look.

BE......

The opponent is the Martial Emperor who specializes in spiritual attacks!

Jiang Han took a deep breath, light burst out from his hand, and the bronze temple appeared in his palm.

There was dead silence.

All the ghosts had expressionless faces and kept moving forward along this Huangquan Road. Jiang Han narrowed his eyes and suddenly turned into a stream of light and rushed in the direction the ghosts were facing.

If you want to break this illusion, you must find the person who arranged the illusion.

no doubt.

The person who cast the illusion on Jiang Han was undoubtedly the old woman selling Meng Po soup, but why did she do this?

To know.

Jiang Han didn't show anything special just now, he just lined up quietly!

His speed is extremely fast, and he has swept across countless thousands of miles in an instant. However, this road to hell seems to have no end, it is far away and endless. At a glance, there are still endless ghosts.

brush!

Suddenly, Jiang Han's figure stopped.

He floated up in the air, looked down at the Huangquan Road below, and thought silently in his heart: "How to get rid of the illusion..."

[The Road to the Underworld, the destination of all souls, the only way after death. Nothing in return. ]

Jiang Han was stunned.

...

It’s not a fantasy?

If it were an illusion, the system would give corresponding solutions, but the information detected at this moment turned out to be Huangquan Road, without any unnecessary supplements!

"How can it be?"

Jiang Han swallowed.

Leader Tongtian said that reincarnation has long since ceased to exist, so how could the Huangquan Road still exist?

Suppressing the shock and uneasiness in his heart, Jiang Han gritted his teeth, put away the bronze temple, and continued to fly in the direction where the ghosts were going.

If this is the real underworld, then the corpse demon of Xiaoyao Martial Emperor is useless!

"Who is that old woman?"

Thick doubts came to mind.

Jiang Han looked around while speeding.

He found that this place did not look like a fantasy, but an independent space, with streaks of Yin Qi floating around, and a blood-colored full moon hanging in the sky, which looked really eerie and strange.

The Huangquan Road is like a long snake, and the ghost walking on it can't see the end at a glance.

They all had expressionless faces, retaining the appearance they had when they died. They were some or some animals, their steps were stiff, their faces were either ashen or pale, or their faces were covered in blood, and they were moving mechanically.

"Something's wrong."

Jiang Han suddenly discovered something strange.

According to legend, after death, living beings will enter the underworld, but they are not unconscious, they still have memories of their previous lives. Only by drinking Meng Po soup will they lose their memories of their previous lives.

The ghost walking on the underworld at this moment is as if he has drunk Meng Po soup.

"According to legend, after walking on the Huangquan Road, you will meet Meng Po, drink Meng Po soup, and then Naihe Bridge. After crossing Naihe Bridge, you will reach the other shore.

Jiang Han said to himself.

Thinking of this, his steps suddenly stopped.

"I've been walking this road for a long time, but I don't feel like it's at the end at all. At my current speed, it's almost hundreds of thousands of miles..." Jiang Han's eyes flashed.

"So."

He turned around and looked in the direction he came from, "Am I going the wrong way?"

However, it doesn't make sense.

You will drink Meng Po soup after you have walked through the underworld road, but these ghosts are clearly still on the underworld road at this moment!

Another thing that is wrong is that even if you drink Meng Po soup, you should not become sluggish, but you will forget all the memories of your previous life and become as pure as a newborn baby.

It should never be this stupid look!

"Perhaps I shouldn't fly but stand in line?"

Such thoughts flashed through Jiang Han's mind.

thinking in mind.

He fell from the air and stood in the team, following a ghost. He accidentally knocked the ghost behind him into a somersault. The ghost's head fell to the ground and rolled around.

"Sorry girl, cut in line."

Jiang Han smiled coquettishly, reached out and grabbed the ghost's head, and put it on her neck.

Naturally, the ghost couldn't speak and continued to line up numbly.

Jiang Han shrugged and walked quietly with the ghost team. He didn't know how long he walked, but suddenly he found that the ghosts' footsteps became even slower.

His heart moved and he stared forward.

"Appeared!"

Jiang Han's pupils suddenly contracted.

A three-story stone bridge suddenly appeared in front of it.

There is a strange stone on the left side of the bridge with "Sansheng Stone" written on it, and a high platform standing on the right side with "Wangxiang Terrace" written on it.

Right in front of the bridge, there is a small stall. The old woman I saw before is sitting there, with her back bent, serving bowls of soup to the ghosts with a smile!