The King of Reincarnation left decisively in front of him, without taking into account the reactions of the people behind him. What he didn't know was that Qin Mu and the others were trying hard to pull the old man to prevent his soul from sucking in as well.

Qin Mu was about to talk about this selfish King of Reincarnation when he saw the other party stopping.

He turned his head in confusion, looked at Qin Mu, frowning tightly, and when the guy turned around, his figure became a little blurry, and even sucked in one direction, as if he was about to suck the vortex away.

Honglian grabbed the old man, and Qin Mu rushed to the side of the King of Reincarnation and grabbed the King of Reincarnation. His body was a little transparent from time to time. The King of Reincarnation looked at Qin Mu with his big eyes: "Be good, it seems like he's having a big time."

"You only know." Qin Mu pressed the King of Reincarnation with a depressed look on his face. His free hand quickly used the judge's pen to draw a soul-suppressing talisman on the King of Reincarnation's chest: "To be honest, this is the first time I have put this on a god, I hope it will be useful."

The King of Reincarnation panted and looked at Qin Mu. At this time, the two big men appreciated each other in an extremely ambiguous posture. The King of Reincarnation held a finger up and repeated in a breathless manner: "It's a clone."

"Okay, clone," Qin Mu nodded: "Tell me first, how can you restore normalcy as your clone."

"Just like Hua Wuyue, just absorb the yin energy." The King of Reincarnation nodded and said.

Qin Mu nodded to show his understanding. He grabbed the ground tightly, and his palms grasped the soil on the ground like claws. The various skeletons appearing on the ground around him have been absorbed by the whirlpool on the Styx River.

I don’t know how long it lasted. When Qin Mu felt that the oxygen in the air was a little thin, the vortex slowly stopped until it finally disappeared.

When the vortex disappeared, several people were almost lying on the ground. From the beginning, they only targeted the soul and the yin energy. Later, the vortex could be sucked in almost everything. The Manshu Shahua, which was originally opened on both sides of the River Styx, was beautiful and gorgeous. However, after the vortex disappeared, the only bars of Manshu Shahua were opened on both sides of the River Styx, like chopsticks rooted on the river.

"Dig." Qin Mu stood up, tidied up his clothes, checked the people around him, and seemed to be missing. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "This is really a good game."

"Yes, nothing is gone." Hua Wuyue continued Qin Mu's words. She looked around with a depressed look on her face and said, "Is this a self-destructing procedure? We must eliminate the surroundings completely?"

"I don't know." Li San looked around stupidly. Whether it was hell or bare around him, it was shocking to him.

Qin Mu and his men stood up with some difficulty, repaired for a while, and walked along the Huangquan Road. If everything came here according to the underworld, the King of Hell should be able to see the end of Huangquan Road.

Only by passing the soul sentenced by the King of Hell can we decide whether to be reincarnated or to be a ghost citizen. As a ghost citizen, there are two choices. One is the resident, who occasionally makes money by the King of Hell, and the other is the criminal, who either throws it directly into the Soul Lock Abyss to fend for himself, or throws it directly into the eighteen levels of hell, and the ten major tortures of the Qing Dynasty were all done one by one.

This is what the underworld does, but since the human world has entered spiritual civilization, the underworld seems to have a scoring system like Taobao. Perhaps because of the increasing number of differences in food and laziness, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu are a couple that never meet in a thousand years.

The emergence of the scoring system should be considered a nightmare of black and white impermanence, because dead souls can score because of their bad attitudes. This score directly affects the salary of the poor. But then again, with this system, the probability of lonely ghosts is much less.

If there is a comprehensive simulation of hell here, there should be such a system. If not, it can only be proved that the person who simulated hell is an old antique, because only in ancient times, there were only Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu in the world of black and white impermanence. Those who appeared later were all migrant workers who were recruited by ghosts. To be honest, they were called black and white impermanence. To put it more carefully, they were all Yin and Yang messengers, and they could also be called soul-catching messengers.

But in ancient times, there was no such thing as a soul-catching messenger.

Only Xie Bi'an and Fan were helpless.

In ancient times, after war, famine, and plague, the dead ghosts were in large numbers. The two guys rarely came out together, and they caught their souls and threw them to the underworld.

If you can find the King of Hell along the way along the Huangquan Road, you will be lucky, do more good deeds in this life, accumulate virtue and blessings, at that time, most ghosts will be lost directly on the Huangquan Road, and a small number of them will fall into the Styx because they see Manshu Shahua fall into the Styx River, and some unlucky guys will be scattered directly on the Huangquan Road.

Qin Mu carefully observed the surroundings, the scenes and the atmosphere around him, all of which were only found in ancient times. So the person who simulated should be an old antique. Given that there are things like the mother-child Gu, it is very likely that he is still a Gu master.

In ancient times, some unlucky guys were scattered on the road to the underworld because of the lost souls before.

As long as these souls are not led by evil spirits, they basically cannot find a place. Therefore, in ancient times, there were more lonely ghosts on the road to the underworld, and most of them have been transformed into evil souls and other things because of resentment. For them, a living soul is not an enemy, but a tonic.

Here, if we completely imitate ancient times, there should be many ghosts.

After the vortex disappeared, the King of Reincarnation seemed very weak. Although he already had the soul-squeezing talisman given to him by Qin Mu, he could personally feel his unstability and could disappear at any time.

Qin Mu had dozens of runes on the body of the King of Reincarnation. He wanted to ensure that the clone of the King of Reincarnation could not be dissipated here. After all, he invited the King of Reincarnation to come. In addition, he was still a god who was not big or small, so he might not say anything now, and he would wear small shoes in the future.

The situation of the King of Reincarnation seemed to be stable, but Qin Mu knew that the dangers on this road had just begun.

"Damn," the King of Reincarnation looked at the blue spiritual runes appearing on his body and said speechlessly: "You have painted me like a cat, okay?"

"At least you won't shake anymore, you should thank me." Qin Mu looked at the King of Reincarnation and said with a smile, "I think it's very good."

“I think too.”

Qin Mu was stunned and looked at the King of Reincarnation: "What did you say just now? You will agree that I didn't hurt me. Is it really the sun coming out from the west?"

"Have I just spoken?" King of Reincarnation looked at Qin Mu inexplicably: "I didn't speak just now, okay?"
Chapter completed!