I raised Yakumo Zi to waste

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A new river separates the present world from the underworld.

From now on, this originally nameless river has a new name.

Santu River.

“Because the flow of water is divided into slow, ordinary and rapid according to the deceased’s behavior during his lifetime, it is called [three paths].”

On both sides of the river, they are full of bright, even enough flowers to be called demon ye.

The flower on the other side, the tenderness of death. There are red and white colors, white called mandala flowers and red ones called manshushava, which bloom on the road to the other shore, giving the souls the last solace.

On the ethereal and mighty three ways of water, only these flowers are accompanied along the way.

After crossing these three rivers, the world on the other side appeared to the spirits.

It was a brand new building, and because of this, it was not as eerie as imagined, but had a solemn feeling.

Yan Luo Temple.

In the temple of Yan Luo, Yan Luo will judge whether he should go to heaven, continue reincarnation, or go to hell to suffer and wait for the sins in his body to be eliminated before entering reincarnation.

It’s just that this Yan Luo Hall is still empty today.

Hell has been built, but the helpers who manage Hell are not in place, let alone the righteousness of “the place where all things return” – in contrast, Yakumo Zi still feels that it is easier to directly hit the high heavenly plain and cry that the sun goddess is coming.

Of course, that’s what she thinks, and if she really wants to do it, she can always find a reason to refuse.

Yayunzi said that the name of the king with a strong mouth, she is going to decide!

And it was at this time –

“If it’s a helper, I can help find it.”

Seeing this almost miraculous scene, Gu Mingdi Jue, who was hiding in the darkness and peeping silently, finally couldn’t bear it and walked out.

“Although I don’t have any friends, but everyone is not willing to be an enemy of me, many of the ghosts in the old hell are familiar to me, if I say two words, they should give me some face.”

“Of course, don’t expect too much.”

Never full of words is Gu Mingdijue’s principle of doing things, because she knows that the more she talks about things, the easier it is to mess things up.

A few years later, this kind of thing became known as “flag.”

However, on the other hand, if there is no firm grasp, Gu Mingdi Jue will not take the initiative to stand up.

After all, the majesty of the eldest lady is still maintained, and as a famous monster, she cannot use her face to deceive people.

“yes, thank you so much!”

Hearing Gu Mingdijue’s self-recommendation, Four’s face showed a sincere gratitude.

To be honest, Bai Mo’s “set technique” was already very surprising to her, after all, in the plan of Shiki Yingji, even if they were monsters, using extraordinary power to build a prototype of hell, it would take two or three months, let alone two or three months.

And now, the tall building rose up in an instant, and Gu Mingdi felt that the dragon boss of the old hell was willing to gather people for her to solve the shortage of “labor”.

This is really helpful!

Today, the three major problems that sound very difficult are actually two out of three.

“Hmph, I’d rather see how you solve the last puzzle.”

Seeing that it was so smooth, Yakumo Zi was naturally a little unconvinced.

This disbelief probably stems from an inexplicable jealousy – why can you do everything so smoothly? Are you the illegitimate daughter of Lady Luck?

“European dog, I’m not convinced! Eat me a spear! ”

Probably this kind of mind.

It’s just that Yayunzi, who is jealous in his heart, doesn’t know what it means to have more help for the right and little help for the unrighteous.

I don’t even know what is called the son of luck born by obeying the will of God!

When the heavens are good, we should be aware of the heavenly will, and we can do everything.

The true son of luck, even the use of a big meteorite technique to smash the enemy army to death can do such a thing as defending the city against the enemy, and it is easy to break the enemy army of 430,000 in 10,000 people, not to mention the establishment of a prefecture and get such a “small thing” as righteousness?

Therefore, in the eyes of Yakumo Zi, this extremely difficult and difficult problem to ascend to the sky, Shi Yingji had already expected it, and had come up with a countermeasure early.

I saw that she first took out a small mirror from her arms, which looked like a dressing mirror, and put it in her left hand; Then she held her stick of repentance in her right hand that was used to hit someone on the head, and the expression on her face was serious, and she couldn’t be more serious.

The mirror of pure glass, a treasure mirror that can judge the merits of the soul, in front of this treasure mirror, the deceased has no privacy to speak of, any lame cover is futile, and it is an important tool to distinguish right from wrong.

The stick of repentance is a prop used to write the sins of the person on trial and use it to hit the person on trial. The number of times the soul is beaten is proportional to the number of sins committed, and it will be beaten until the person repents his sins during his lifetime.

A mirror that condemns sin, a rod that punishes sin.

The foundation of hell has been laid.

And the next thing to do is to let those souls who have nowhere to return come to this hell.

“The soul has returned—”

Shiji Yingji suddenly took a deep breath and chanted softly in a deep and solemn voice:

“This is where it belongs, and this is where it comes from.”

“Return Xi, return Xi.”

The solemn voice is small, but it contains a special wavelength. That wavelength cannot be heard by the living, but for those souls who have died, are restless because they have nowhere to return, and have run away several times, it is undoubtedly the sound of heaven!

It was like a beacon in the vast sea mist, guiding these disoriented souls to this hell that had just been established for less than ten minutes.

Yakumo Zi’s eyes widened in disbelief.

She watched those translucent souls fly from all directions, gathering more and more, and in a short while, they had filled this originally empty hell, which was almost untenable!

And this operation?

Yakumo Zi, whose eyes widened, just wanted to complain about this situation, but suddenly heard a strange voice behind her, which finished the groove she wanted to vomit.

“And this operation?”

“Who is she? What is the illegitimate son of Heavenly Dao? “_

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