Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

Zhou Li thought about a question while taking a shit.

Why is it myself?

It is very difficult to poop in the ghost world, because the gravity in the ghost world is relatively low, and it takes a lot of effort to poop. With this effort, Zhou Li's brain became clear.

Not right.

It seems that Tang Wan and I are not the fish caught by Jiang Li.

Thinking of Jiang Li's expression when he saw him and Tang Wan for the first time, Zhou Li fell into deep thought.

That kind of hesitation and astonishment was not fake, more real than Ding Zhen. This proved that Jiang Li's mistaken entry into the ghost market with Tang Wan was not in his plan.

In other words, he and Tang Wan were not pulled here by Jiang Li, but by another force.

So the question is, who else in the entire ghost world has the means to pull people in?
Zhou Li thought about it and used the process of elimination. After eliminating Jiang Li as a suspicious person, he found the answer.

Meng Po.

"Oh?"

Meng Po raised her eyebrows and asked lazily, "Why do you say that?"

"In the entire ghost world, I can't think of anyone else who can do this except you."

Zhou Li stood in front of Meng Po's recliner and asked calmly, "You hid it from Jiang Li and dragged me and Tang Wan into this ghost world. Do you think you are humorous?"

"Hmm~"

Meng Po nodded without comment, and then asked in confusion: "Why me?"

"Because there is no underworld."

Zhou Li glanced at the big pot beside him, gritted his teeth, walked over, picked up the soup spoon beside him, scooped a spoonful, and drank it all in one gulp. He wiped his mouth, looked at the surprised Meng Po beside him, and said in a deep voice: "There is no underworld at all, you are not Meng Po, this is not Meng Po soup, and the so-called Naihe Bridge is just a broken bridge you built yourself, right?"

Meng Po said nothing, but just looked at Zhou Li holding the big spoon, with a cute smile on her face, "Is this another way of kissing?"

Taking the soup spoon from Zhou Li, Meng Po stirred the soup in the big pot, scooped up a spoonful, and drank it all in one gulp. Then she tilted her head, stared into Zhou Li's eyes, chuckled and said:

"That's right, I'm not Meng Po."

Turning the soup spoon in her hand, Meng Po stood on tiptoe, gently touched Zhou Li's shoulder, and then said: "You can call me..."

"bowl."

"What's your last name, Tang?"

Zhou Li asked subconsciously.

"No surname."

Shaking his delicate fingers, Wan raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I know you find my name a little strange. Of course, compared to the name Wan, the other name is the real me in your mouth."

"Ghost world."

Zhou Li was stunned.

"That's right~"

Meng Po's eyebrows curved, as if she was happy every moment because of Zhou Li's appearance, and she said with a smile: "I am the ghost world itself."

Zhou Li frowned and asked, "Saleswoman?"

"Ghost world."

"Ghost sister?"

"The world of the three realms~"

"Sister?" "Ghost of ghosts, world of the three worlds."

Zhou Li took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then he reached out and rubbed his face hard.

"Don't be surprised."

With her head tilted, the girl's charming smile made her look like a beautiful blooming flower, but in the palm of her outstretched hand, a flower of evil with ghostly aura bloomed. "Although I have lied to you about many things, at least there is one thing I didn't lie to you about."

"You are the only one in this world who can see me."

Zhou Li felt a little confused at this time. He still couldn't understand why this thing in the ghost world looked like a human.

"Is it difficult to understand?"

Turning around in place, the faint scent of acacia trees brings peace to the heart. Smiling, the girl's gentle voice flows through the heart like a spring.

"Since the birth of mankind, I have seen as many lives as there have been of people who have died. Do you think that after seeing the lives of so many people, some brilliant, some dull, some spectacular, and some as light as a feather, I will not be tempted by worldly desires?"

After death, people will enter the ghost world. In the ghost world, people's spirits and souls will gradually die and finally reorganize into new souls. At the same time, all the memories of their life experiences will remain in the ghost world.

At first, the bowl was just a bowl, a bowl called the ghost world. The souls of dead people would go around in the bowl and then return to the human world. But the things they left behind, called memories, gradually accumulated in the bowl. Over time, the bowl also had its own consciousness.

But, the bowl is lonely.

"ok I admit it."

Spreading her hands, the girl named Meng Po said with a smile: "I was the one who pulled you into my body."

"It really is."

Zhou Li sighed, sat cross-legged on the ground, and asked, "So, why?"

"Well... of course it's for the peace of the ghost world."

Still with that smiling face, Meng Po said slowly: "You should know that the ghost world is full. Oh, yes, I am going to be full."

"Too many of you have died. So many souls with resentment are constantly washing over me. Even if I let them reincarnate again and again, they will still find me after death, and I will cleanse them and send them back."

"At first, I didn't care, but as time went on, the memories left by the dead became too many. As time went on, the ghost world even began to reject those souls. Many ghosts who were originally able to reincarnate suddenly couldn't enter the ghost world, and finally turned into evil spirits in the human world, or became the cause and effect of those demons and monsters, and finally many people died."

Meng Po stirred the soup in the pot and said boredly:

"As you can see, the ghost world is now in a state of near-death, and so am I. In a few days, in just 10 to 20 years, the ghost world will be pushed to the breaking point by the endless memories, and finally..."

She stretched out her hand, opened it suddenly, and roared cutely like a little tiger:
"boom!"

"Blow them all up!"

Looking at the bewildered Zhou Li, Meng Po scratched her cheek in distress, then snapped her fingers in sudden realization, "Got it, I know how to make you understand what I said."

The moment Meng Po finished speaking, the disguise in front of Zhou Li disappeared.

A hell of resentment.

The desperate wails were just the paved road, the piercing screams and the pain of the separation of flesh and bones were just the most common tones. The pieces of flesh and the sea of ​​blood seemed particularly insignificant at this time, and the endless suffering was just an ordinary seasoning.

This is the real hell.

Endless evil spirits and ghosts were tearing at each other, but they could not bring relief or death. On the road leading to the human world, countless numb ghosts huddled together. Even if they fell into the endless purgatory beside them, the ghosts beside them would still move forward numbly without noticing.

"Well, now you can say that."

Standing on the mountain of bones piled up in the tens of thousands, Meng Po opened her arms, and behind her delicate white jade wrists was a dark sea of ​​blood. She looked at Zhou Li with a sweet smile and said proudly:
"Welcome to the ghost world."

"The real ghost world." (End of this chapter)