I'm the Master of the Yellow Springs

The techniques developed by players can be practiced.

Because this game is very real, players grow up like the natives, and really learn the various theories in it. It is very hard-core, and naturally they can develop their own techniques.

Soon, my mind was racing and I was recalling some information.

The road to hell that I am walking on now is not the underworld in Chinese mythology, but the largest evil demon sect.

It is a Huangquan Holy Sect that specializes in human trafficking.

The leader of Huangquan sent his disciple, Huangquan Ghost Messenger, down the mountain to capture the ghosts of people after death.

Strip off their fates, turn them back into "blank slate souls", and then throw them back to the human world to be reincarnated. We must use the billions of fates of the common people to create an immortal weapon - the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

but.

In this way, countless people's souls were used to create magic weapons, which naturally attracted various forces to surround and suppress the mountain gate of the Huangquan Sect. The leader of the Huangquan Sect was killed, and most of the deputy leaders of the Tenth Hall were killed.

The Huangquan Sect is now in ruins, with only a group of remnants left.

And remember the main plot of the entire game - players become ghosts of the underworld, rebuild the underworld sect, continue to collect the fates of people in the world, complete this half of the six paths of reincarnation, perfect the real underworld, and achieve great merit.

However, there are very few players who just follow the main line of seducing the soul seriously.

After all, the process of stealing one's life is jokingly called by players: kidnapping someone back, queuing up on Huangquan Road to drink soup, fainting, and taking the opportunity to cut their waist.

"In other words, if I don't want to drink Po Meng's ecstasy soup and be stripped of my life alive, I have to follow the player's apprenticeship route and become a disciple of the Demon Sect."

I finally gave birth to the [nine-generation social animal] fate of the ninth life, but the results were stolen in one breath and turned into a blank slate, which was also a loss of blood.

"Although he is a social animal, his work efficiency is really strong, and he is also purple." He thought that in his previous life, he was able to reach the pinnacle of life because of this destiny.

Following the bustling ghost tide, we arrived at the next viewing platform.

The so-called Wangxiang Terrace, also known as "Homesickness Ridge", is the window through which ghosts from the underworld look into the world of the sun. They take a look at their hometown and look back for the last time in this world before drinking soup.

It's like the last meal in the execution ground.

"Help."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to drink! I don't want to forget them!"

The wandering souls in front looked at their hometown and began to beg for mercy.

These mortal wandering souls who have been captured will soon be stripped of their "true souls of fate", and their luck will be taken away by the Underworld Demon Sect and used to build the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

"Is this the last stop?" Liu Ping's voice was hoarse, and he was walking along with the flow of people. He had not yet recovered from the emotion of Sanshengshi just now.

"Indeed, this is the last stop."

Wu Lang followed him forward and said, "On the Wangxiang Terrace, it will definitely be even sadder."

"As the saying goes, there are ghosts on the stage looking at my hometown, and I can't help but burst into tears. My wife, children, old and young are leaning against the coffin, and relatives and friends are gathering in the mourning hall."

Liu Ping was very silent, showing hesitation and struggle.

After a while, when I look back at the world of the sun, I will see my mourning hall and my wife?

But would my mother-in-law really be as pitiful and sad as described in the poem?

After your death, how will your relatives and friends react?

He still held a trace of expectation in his heart and couldn't help but step onto the Wangxiang Terrace.

"It's my turn!"

Liu Ping was still in a daze and looked back, taking one last look at the human world.

Wow.

Like a round mirror, the hazy picture appears, which is exactly the scene of Liu Ping's life:

A group of people were playing the suona and eating, and they were so happy. Even in front of the mourning hall, the beautiful and delicate widow was very strong. She did not cry during the whole process of keeping watch for her, and she even couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, I have looked back on this world, drink it."

Po Meng's face was expressionless, but her wrinkled old face looked extremely gloomy and cold.

"I don't want to drink medicine! I don't want to drink medicine!" Liu Ping screamed, reflexively looking at the bowl of soup handed over by Mrs. Meng.

"Be good, the medicine is not bitter, drink it while it's hot."

Po Meng was used to it, so she grabbed Vukong and forcibly imprisoned her. She was about to drink some soup while she said coldly, "This is for your own good. In the next life, be a good person and come back after you die."

Gulu!

"Woooooo!!" Liu Ping struggled wildly.

Wu Lang, who was still at the back, was horrified to see it.

Die and come back to be reincarnated in the next life?

This is really treating people like sheep to herd!

The new "life-oriented true souls" are captured regularly and re-raised, turned into bald sheep, and then thrown back.

How miserable!

What a capital demon sect!

Simply vicious.

You devils, who are so audacious, cut your waists regularly, and herd all living beings, will be hanged from street lamps!

Wu Lang knew that if he didn't come out, it would be his turn next, so he took a step forward at the right time: "Mr. Meng Po, do you still remember the 727 other shore flowers planted by yourself on the lakeside in the seventh hall?"

Po Meng put down the soup bowl and looked at Wu Lang behind her. Unexpectedly, there were no traces of his previous life on the Sansheng Stone. She frowned and said coldly: "Who are you?"

"senior."

Wu Lang bent down and bowed, pretending to be calm, "I am Master Ji Yun's new disciple in the human world."