"Where is Wang Mu?"
Liu Chen tugged at the yellow family around him and asked.
The yellow worm turned blue. "I … I don’t know."
"Is there no query method?"
Liu Chen frowned regicide frame each other’s neck.
The yellow race braved a cold sweat. "No one will hold a mirror record before crossing the bridge to prevent mistakes."
Lu Chen’s knife didn’t come back thoughtfully.
I’m afraid the other party didn’t lie to themselves. For these yellow families, giving people a second birth is a process. Every temple has already dealt with reincarnation, and death is the last procedure. They don’t care who these souls are.
The last monitoring is also to prevent mistakes in the front hall, such as cutting in line when it’s not his turn.
Liu Chen saw that the yellow family was about to collapse, and he knew that he couldn’t ask any news.
He first looked at a list that he didn’t expect to find at the end of Wang Muxing’s trip and saw the bridge that said Zhongnai.
There is a bridge across the Heishui River behind the runner house, and then it is the reincarnation platform.
At the edge of the Blackwater River, there is a purplish fog. Those red flowers are swaying and sending out a little light. They are the flowers on the other side.
A humanoid old woman is holding an earthen bowl in front of the bridge, and every passer-by passing by her will be given a mouthful of soup.
Lu Chen walked briskly with curiosity, but the old woman of the yellow family didn’t panic when she saw Lu Chen, and she still poured soup on her soul.
The souls here are all wooden idols, and they seem to have lost all their memories, and they didn’t take the soup on their own, but they were forced to drink it by the old woman.
The strange thing is that after drinking this soup, the soul will become aura, just like the soul in the original cave has been endowed with spirituality again, and its eyes will become divine.
What’s the matter? Isn’t it true that you will forget the past after drinking Meng Po Tang? It seems different here?
He walked up to the old woman and asked, "What soup is this?"
The old woman didn’t turn her head to see that Lu Chen was holding a bowl and sending it to a soul who came forward. She grabbed the soul with the other hand and poured the soup away.
"Meng po Tang"
The old woman’s voice is hoarse like a spectre grinding her teeth. Her mouth shows a strange smile. "Do you want a bowl, young man?"
"I’ll try it."
Lu Chen’s answer seems to be unexpected to the old woman, but his behavior is even more amazing.
Before the old woman didn’t react, he directly took the earthen bowl and directly identified the function.
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The old woman exclaimed, "Give me back what you did!"
Liu Chen skimmed the pie mouth. "Didn’t you treat me to soup?"
He was a little disappointed to see this bowl of function in the function of origin identification.
It’s just a sacred prop, which can produce special soup. It’s the effect of soup and the difference between the two is not to make people forget the past.
This soup warms the soul and protects it from mistakes when it is reincarnated. Drinking it by ordinary people can restore some soul sources and relieve mental fatigue.
Liu Chen picked up a bowl of tons of booze and showed it to the old woman.
She said it casually, but I didn’t expect this bold human to really dare to drink it, and it was still awesome!
You know, people in this world say that the effect of zhongmengpo decoction is to make people forget the past and drink it, and then it will become a known pure white soul and reincarnate.
Isn’t he afraid of becoming an idiot after drinking! ?
Liu Chen drank for a while and felt a little bit upset. She wiped her mouth and handed the bowl to the woman. "You Meng Po Tang is a fake, right? It didn’t work at all. "
The old woman was silent. "How do you know the efficacy of this soup?"
Lu Chen naturally won’t say that he has the assistance of the appraisal system. "Are these people directly reincarnated without erasing their memories?"
The old woman said, "Who said that the memory has not been erased? The moment someone is arrested by a ghost after death, there is no memory of the past."
Liu Chen leng, he suddenly remembered that it seemed like this. Xiao Tianhao was like a Woodenhead after being held by Yan’s chain.
Is it a chain or a yellow secret?
It seems that it’s not right for him to see clearly that Xiao Tianhao stayed there before the end of Yan’s hand. Is it natural that this reincarnation person will be erased after his death?
So how does this mechanism trigger? Is it because all souls are restricted at first?
"Wang Mu, I’ll ask again."
Lu Chen thinks that this old woman has been working here for a long time, and the last one must be an old woman with a long life. It is impossible for her not to know about Wang Mu.
"You can’t find him if he’s not here."
The woman’s strength is not strong, but she doesn’t panic in the face of Lu Chen, the murderer.
“？”
Liu Chen will go ahead mechanically and keep hitting his back soul and set it aside.
"You can’t get out anyway, and you’re doomed to die. What are you looking for him for here?"
The old woman’s face was wrinkled and her skin was slack, and there was a chill in her peristalsis when she spoke.
"I am destined to die here?"
Lu Chen pondered and laughed at him. Qin Guang Wang Dian had guessed something when he saw that all beings recorded many strange attitudes of the yellow race.
I’m afraid it’s something that some big people in the yellow family are happy to see when they come to the yellow.
No, it can be big or small in reincarnation, but it seems that the yellow family … doesn’t want to let themselves go.
Also, if you reveal the secrets you have learned on this trip to Yang, I’m afraid it will set off a border storm.