Hong Huang: I'm really not Zulong

The junction between the human world and the underworld is called Guimen Pass.

Very few people know the location.

Even if some land gods knew about it, they would not dare to enter at will.

Zhu Ganghye naturally knows several entrances.

"Brother, the abyss ahead is a ghost gate in the underworld.

There are two little devils guarding the gate. Wait until I go to take care of it. You must not offend them."

As the saying goes, the king of hell is easy to meet, but the devil is difficult to deal with.

Zhu Ganghe has been in charge of Tianhe for so many years, and all the gods and goddesses who come and go will give him their wishes.

Otherwise, with a look from him, his soldiers would stop him and check his ID card or driver's license.

Even if you have a driver's license, you still have to find out something.

Now that I am a demon and my reputation is no longer good, I still have to take care of the little ghost who watches the door. It is really difficult to balance my heart.

However, you have to endure it if you can’t bear it.

Lin Qi followed him and entered the gate of hell.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

Two green-faced and fanged imps suddenly appeared in front of an illusory space.

"Haha! Thank you for your hard work, two brothers. Let's go down to find King Bao of Yama of the Fifth Palace. I had some friendship with King Bao when I was in the Heavenly Palace!"

With that said, Zhu Ganghe took out two banknotes common to the underworld from his sleeve and stuffed them into the hands of the two little ghosts respectively.

"Just you?"

The two brats looked at Zhu Ganghe with disdain, then took the banknote and saw that it was only one thousand taels.

Then it was still on the ground.

"Where are you sending the beggars? One thousand taels is enough for what, but not enough to go to a brothel for a drink. Go, go, and don't make trouble."

"Two brothers, I was originally the Tianpeng Marshal of the Heavenly Palace. After reincarnation in this life, I can return to the Heavenly Palace and be accommodating!"

Zhu Ganghe smiled and took out two more banknotes and handed them over together with the two banknotes he picked up.

"Marshal Tianpeng? Oh! Why did he become a pig? What happened? Did he commit a crime? Is he corrupt?"

The two brats did not show any respect, but instead seemed to add insult to injury.

Zhu Ganghye can only smile bitterly, the world is so cold!

When he was in power, when these little devils saw him, they were closer to him than their biological father, and their smiles were sweeter than marrying a wife.

How good it is now...

"What the hell!"

"Bang bang!"

Just when Zhu Gangxi was about to continue to humiliate him, Lin Qi who was next to him came up and kicked the two brats without a trace.

"Idiot, what nonsense are you talking to these two scornful brats? Let's go!"

After that, he raised his feet and walked towards the underworld.

Zhu Ganghye's mouth twitched: "..."

After passing through the Huangquan Road, where flowers and leaves are never seen, and we miss and cherish each other forever, we came to the Wangchuan River.

The ghost on the bridge is helpless, crying in front of the hometown viewing platform!

After crossing Naihe Bridge, we came to Wangxiang Terrace.

Looking from a distance, a woman is busy serving soup to the passing ghosts!

These ghosts were all stunned, drinking soup like a machine, and leaving like a machine.

"Brother, when you meet Po Meng later, you must not be impulsive. Po Meng is different from those brats. She is a very nice person.

Based on our friendship, she should let us pass..."

"Well! Don't worry, idiot, your brother and I are not someone who takes action casually!"

"..."

As the two of them talked, the last few ghosts in the ghost army drank Meng Po soup made from Wangchuan water.

Zhu Gangxi thought about how to explain to Po Meng later.

After tidying up his clothes and touching the pig's nose, he still didn't look handsome.

He stretched his neck and looked inside Meng Poting!

"Huh? It doesn't seem to be Meng Po...this back view..."

Zhu Gang stopped walking.

Lin Qi on the side also frowned. He had never seen Po Meng, but he always felt that this figure from behind was somewhat impressive.

"Idiot, aren't you familiar with Po Meng?"

Lin Qi looked at Zhu Gangxi, wanting to hear his explanation.

But Zhu Ganghe didn't seem to hear his words, and his whole body seemed motionless as if a immobilization spell had been cast on him.

Moreover, the aura in Zhu Ganghye's body became disordered.

"Next!"

The woman in the pavilion filled a bowl of soup, turned around, glanced outside inadvertently and then looked away.

Then she planned to put down the bowl, but at this moment, her body froze.

Three seconds later!

The woman turned her head little by little, her movements slow and stiff.

When the woman's eyes met those of Zhu Ganghye, the bowl in her hand clattered and fell on the table.

The water from the Forgotten River in the bowl surged down the table, and then the remaining river water ticked...

Like a lover's tears!

The two stared at each other for a long time without blinking.

"Cuilan..."

"Ms. sir..."

Zhu Ganghe opened his arms and walked forward step by step, not daring to look away from the woman!

The surprised Gao Cuilan seemed to be stupid and just shed tears...

"Cuilan!"

Zhu Ganghei quickened his pace, took three steps and two steps at a time, and hugged Gao Cuilan.

"Isn't this a dream? Why are you here?"

Zhu Gangxi hugged Gao Cuilan and refused to let go, as if he didn't believe this was true.

In recent dreams, such scenes often appeared. At this time, he really couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

"Ms. sir..."

Gao Cuilan seemed to have returned to the embrace she held before her death, and a trace of warmth flowed into her cold soul.

I miss this warmth so much!

She didn't know if it was a dream or reality.

After becoming a ghost, she never had a dream.

He seldom sleeps either.

A few years ago, I still had the habit of sleeping as a human being, but then I lost it.

When no ghost passed by, she would lie on the table, thinking about the first time she met Zhugang Hyena.

And, everything that happened after that.

But a year later, she had nothing to think about.

There are only so many things that happened since childhood, and I have recalled them countless times in one year.

Later, she was in a daze and didn't know what she was thinking.

I thought five hundred years would go very quickly, but without sleeping, just being in a daze would be very slow.

Po Meng left at some point without saying a word.

Later, she realized that many things in her childhood were blurred.

She remembered that when her grandparents were old, they would not take the initiative to think of most things in their lives.

Unless the parents take the initiative to mention it, they still try hard to remember it, and then they remember it vaguely.

Forget it, just forget it, as long as you don't forget your parents, and don't forget the pig demon.

…

Lin Qi came to the Naihe Bridge alone, looked at the dark space below, listened to the howls of billions of lonely ghosts who would never be reincarnated, and sat down.

Marriage is indeed a very magical thing...

The woman Zhu Gangxi loved in his life turned out to be Po Meng.

Although it only took five hundred years, the final result was quite satisfactory.

Turning his head to look at the two lovers reunited after a long separation, Lin Qi smiled.

He thought Zhu Ganghye's feelings were like a passion.

Unexpectedly, a pig with deep affection can also impress a woman with sincerity.

And this woman refused to drink the Wangchuan water after her death, waiting to meet him one day.

Ask the world, what is love?

Direct teachings promise each other in life and death.

The sky is the south and the north is double - flying guest, Lao Wing has been through the cold and heat several times.

Pleasure is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children in it.

You should say something, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains, who is the shadow going to?

Hengfen Road, the lonely year of playing the flute and drum.

The desolate smoke is still clear.

How come the souls are summoned by Chu, and the mountain ghosts secretly cry in the wind and rain.

Heaven is jealous, and if you don't believe it, all the birds and swallows will be reduced to dust.

For thousands of years, in order to entertain the poets, they sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.

Lin Qi was filled with emotion and carved this poem on the railing of Naihe Bridge with his finger.

Unexpectedly, this poem was later seen by Po Meng and spread to the Heavenly Palace.

It has become a famous poem and line on the lips of crazy men and women from all walks of life!

I often moan without any illness!