"It seems that without the ghost order, you cannot pass through the city gate at will."

The city is even more like a purgatory scene. All the buildings are made of black huge stones. The ghosts who come here go to the corresponding place in the underworld to register their identities according to the process. Those who should be reincarnated will go to Naihe Bridge, and after drinking Mengpo soup, they will be reincarnated. If they should be reincarnated, they will be led by the ghost messenger to enter the eighteenth level of hell.

There are still some people who have not yet ended their life or have not yet ended their worldly ties, so they live here for the time being. Everything they need is burned to them by the world of the world.

When I first came to the underworld, my eyes turned dark, and I didn't know where to go. I saw a towering building in the distance, which should be where the King of Hell was.

"How can I find this? At least I won't move the needle in a haystack. This made me find the year of the monkey and horses." I thought for a while, "Let's just ask someone."

"Brother, don't leave. I have something to ask."

"Brother, do you know how to find the King of Hell?"

"I'll ask the way, don't ignore me."

After trying a few times, the ghost messengers treated me as air and ignored me. At this time, someone patted me from behind, and turned around and turned around and found the ghost messenger just now.

"Hello, we're meeting again."

"Not good at all," I said, "I don't care if I want to ask for the way."

"My name is Du Sanheng. Let's make friends if we are destined to do so."

"I am honored."

"We are talking as we go." Du Sanheng asked, "Where are you going?"

I said, "Do you know how to find a person's three souls and seven spirits?"

"Is it incomplete?"

"That's right."

Du Sanheng pondered for a moment and said, "The incomplete ghost will not reincarnate, it should still be in the underworld."

I said, "I think so too, but where can I find it?"

Du Sanheng didn't say anything, and I asked, "Do you know how to meet the King of Hell?"

"Haha, are you thinking too much?" Du Sanheng smiled, "A small messenger like us is not qualified to meet the King of Hell. Let's do this. I'll take you to find the ghost messenger who registered the ghost. You check it out."

"It's been a labor."

"Why are you polite to me? Let's go, not far ahead."

The ghosts at the registration office line up in a long line. Without ghosts, there are no ghosts to maintain order, and some weak ghosts will be bullied. The registered ghosts are red-faced and fangs, and the fierce aura on their bodies is twice as heavy as Du Sanheng.

Du Sanheng greeted him politely, "Brother, are you busy?"

He glanced at Du Sanheng and me, "Nonsense." He held a pen in both hands, and the ghost in front of him said his name. He almost instantly wrote it on the wide bamboo slips. After the bamboo slips were filled, they turned quickly, revealing the blank part below.

"If you have farts, please let it go."

"Hehe, recently I found a good thing in the living world and came to pay tribute to my elder brother." Du Sanheng took out a red and furry thing from his arms, as if it was a mouse. I didn't see clearly, but the ghost officer liked it very much. Du Sanheng stuffed the thing into the ghost officer's pocket.

Du Sanheng smiled and said, "My friend is coming to find a broken ghost, please stay tuned."

Ghost Door: "Get in the fourth row, the third rotor."

"Thank you!" Du Sanheng said, "Go."

When we walked in, we saw many people over one person and two people hugging thick black iron pillars. The words on it were the names registered by each ghost. There were nine rows and nine rows in total, and each pillar was about two meters apart.

After finding the third rotor in the fourth row, Du Sanheng asked, "Do you know what the name is?"

"Guo Surou."

The drum in front of me turned wildly, and the names appeared and disappeared one by one, and they disappeared without time to see them. After a few breaths, the drum stopped and everything was still the same.

Du Sanheng frowned, "Did you remember your name wrong?"

I shook my head and Du Sanheng said, "There is only one possibility." He paused, "Her soul is not in the underworld, but in the world of the world."

"This is the only possibility."

We left there and learned a lot about the underworld with Du Sanheng along the way, which opened my eyes. Knowing that Du Sanheng had nothing to do recently, we invited him to go to the living with me.

I walked on that road again, and a layer of cold sweat broke out behind me, "I almost got lost in it when I first came."

I used my ghost command to open the door to the living room and came to Ding’s house together. It seemed that there was no change at all. Ding Yan just walked to the door and saw me appear, and was stunned again.

I was a little confused, and Du Sanheng explained: "One day in heaven, one year in the world, one year in the underworld."

"I see."

Ding Yan hurried to me and asked, "Didn't you find it?"

I nodded, "But don't be disappointed, maybe your mother's soul is still wandering in the world." Then I said, "I will introduce you to this person, this person is Du Sanheng and this person is Ding Yan."

"Hello."

After Du Sanheng came to the world, his appearance also changed. He became a strong man with long hair tied behind his head and a long black gown. He was very majestic and domineering, especially when he often deals with ghosts, with a faint evil aura on his body, which made Ding Yan dare not look directly at him.

Du Sanheng laughed and said, "Don't be afraid, little sister, I'm not a bad person, you're going to have your mother's affairs on us."

Sitting in the room drinking tea, I asked Ding Yan about the cause of death.

It turned out that Ding Yan's mother Guo Surou died of a serious illness five years ago. After her death, she wanted to be buried, but on the third night of mourning, the room suddenly lit up, and the entire mourning hall was burned into ruins, and even the body disappeared. They set up a tomb.

"Did your mother do anything strange before she dies?"

Ding Yan recalled, "My mother knew she was about to leave, so she called me to her side and said a lot of concern to me, but whenever she said halfway, Butler Wang would break in. I always felt that my mother seemed to have something hidden from me."

I nodded to Du Sanheng, "Is there any more?"

Ding Yan thought desperately, but in the end she still remembered nothing.

I said, "You have a rest, we will come again tomorrow."

Ding Yan nodded.

Du Sanheng and I left the Ding family and planned to go to Guo Surou's cemetery. Guo Surou is Ding Hong's eldest wife. The tomb made of the tomb seems shabby, with only one tomb and a stone tablet. I suspect that I have come to the wrong place. However, Guo Surou's name is written on the tombstone.

I lit three incense sticks and bowed to the grave. If Guo Surou's soul rested here, she would appear.

But the fact is that there is no movement. It seems that Guo Surou’s soul is not here. Du Sanheng and I looked at each other. The cemetery is the only place to belong to the soul. There must be something strange inside the grave without soul.

Although this is impolite, I still dug Guo Surou's grave.
Chapter completed!