Zhao Wujiang's ears moved slightly and heard a slight noise from the carriage.

Two men and one woman.

A man has a very calm voice, while a man has a humble tone and a hidden depression.

The woman is the girl just now, with a soft and sweet voice.

The carriage drove through the city gate.

"Little brother, have you ever encountered many difficulties when you go out alone?" The middle-aged man smiled mellowly.

Zhao Wujiang scratched his head, his smile was gentle and a long-lost silly:

"There are still many, but they are generally unhindered. If they can be solved, they will be solved. If they can't be solved, they will be escaped."

He did not feel any murderous intention in the middle-aged man, nor did he notice any actions that were unfavorable to him.

But the middle-aged man's questioning was very particular.

It seems like a chat, but it is actually exploring his strength.

If he is extremely strong, he will naturally not encounter any difficulties. If he is weak, he will naturally be difficult everywhere.

The man nodded and sighed:

"I went out alone for a trip, like my brother, and I went out alone. There were few difficulties. If I wanted to solve them, I would never be overwhelmed."

After the carriage entered Youdu, it was a street paved with bluestone. There were various restaurants and shops next to the street, just like a city for mortals.

But no lights are on in restaurants or shops.

It was hazy in the darkness, and the fog was extremely strange.

Suddenly, Zhao Wujiang saw figures appearing on both sides of the street.

These figures and costumes are all kinds, and most of them are a little numb.

Some people looked pale.

Some are not human at all, but have the characteristics of a demon clan, or have multiple tails or sharp horns on their foreheads.

Some people's eyes were empty and dark, and dark red hair and blood were constantly flowing out.

Some people have rosy appearances, no different from ordinary people, but their actions are stiff, like walking zombies.

"These are ghosts." The middle-aged man said a little solemnly:

"In Youdu, ghosts become visible to the naked eye.

These ghosts will "live" in at most an hour. At that time, hundreds of ghosts will walk at night, and Youdu will become ghosts."

"Thank you for your explanation. This is the first time you have arrived in Youdu." Zhao Wujiang scratched his head.

The middle-aged man smiled:

"Brother, I often come to Youdu.

There are so many people who are hateful and pitiful in this scene. They are all staying in this metropolis.

If it weren't for Lord Meng Po, this place would have become the death place for the entire Lingxizhou. Not to mention the Venerable, even the Supreme One would not dare to step into this place."

"Meng Po?" Zhao Wujiang was puzzled:

"Are you the subordinate of Lord Ghost Emperor?"

The middle-aged man shook his head:

"The Ghost Emperor is Meng Po.

It’s just that some people respectfully call it Lord Ghost Emperor, and some people respectfully call it Lord Mengpo.

Brother, I have never been fortunate to meet Lord Mengpo when I come and go to Youdu."

"Dare you ask what your identity is?" Zhao Wujiang clasped his fists and captured the details. This middle-aged man traveled to Youdu.

"Brother, I'm just a dartman." The middle-aged man said in a quiet tone:

"Escort some living people or ghosts to enter and exit this Youdu."

Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, "The dartman?" Why did he hear this description? He doesn't look like a dartman at all, but rather a ghost messenger?

"Brother has also suppressed a living person during this trip?" Zhao Wujiang scratched his head, his tone naturally.

"Yes, it's still a foolish lover. I only collected two hundred spirit stones from him, but didn't take too much." The middle-aged man sighed:

"He wanted to find his late wife, but the ghosts in You are so easy to find?

I heard that Lord Mengpo built this Youdu just to find the soul of an old friend.

But Lord Mengpo has never found the soul of an old friend for thousands of years.

How can ordinary people do it?”

"The metal and stone that are attained by sincerity are revealed." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently.

"The obsession is so deep that it touches people and traps people." The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed:

"It is said that Youdu is full of ghosts, but Youdu has obsessions that come from thousands of miles away.

What's more, ghosts are obsessions."
Chapter completed!