Chapter 1839 Shang Huangquan
"Is it better?" Ling'er asked.
Still cold, but much better than before, no longer the unbearable gloomy cold, "It's much better, thank you."
Ling'er retracted her hand and shrugged: "These are all trivial matters, because you have no soul power and are different from ordinary dead ghosts, so you can't stand the gloomy cold of this underworld, and when you really become a dead ghost, you will never be Don't be afraid of the cold."
When you meet Ming Jun, you will soon become a dead ghost. Linger said so in her heart.
"How can you be sure that the one who took your wife is Lord Ming? As far as I know, although Lord Ming is not a decent gentleman, he is not a ** who will rob a wife."
Chu Yan talked about Jun Luoheng's story, including the first meeting in the bar, the dream of entering Bai Zhi later, and the fact that he sent a ghost general to guard Bai Zhi, and even suddenly disappeared in the office of the president of SUSTech.
Ling'er asked in surprise: "You mean, that person's name is Jun Luoheng?"
Chu Yan nodded: "Yes, he calls himself Jun Luoheng."
"That's not Lord Ming." Ling'er insisted.
"Then who is he?" Chu Yan asked.
Ling'er shook her head: "I've never heard of this name before. Although Jun Ming is surnamed Jun, he is not called Jun Luoheng. And because of Jun Ming's temperament, he will never use a pseudonym outside, so I'm sure it's not Jun Ming. It is very likely that it is a certain son of Lord Ming. After all, the surname is Jun!" She guessed.
There are quite a few sons in the underworld, and there were several three hundred years ago. She is not familiar with them, and she does not know the names of the sons, so she can't analyze them now.
However, the status of those who can dispatch ghost generals is definitely not low.
Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief, it's fine if it's not Lord Ming, as long as it's not Lord Ming, this matter is easy to handle.
In the underworld, the person with the highest status is the underworld king. In the hands of Lord Ming, he holds the laws and regulations of the underworld.
If he fouls himself, no one can control him.
But if others foul, he is the punisher.
Even if the offender is his son.
"This is Huangquan Road." Ling'er pointed to the road with yellow sand in front of her.
"Huangquan Huangquan, I only see the yellow sand, but not the spring!" Chu Yan looked around with a puzzled look on his face.
Ling'er pointed to her feet: "The spring is down there. Those who did evil in their lifetimes had a very evil spirit. Once they entered Huangquan Road, they would sink. Below is the purgatory of human legends. They can only go to the Wangchuan River after being subjected to nine capital punishments."
"What about the good ones?" Chu Yan asked.
Ling'er pulled him sideways, avoiding the two ghosts sent by ghosts.
The ghost messenger couldn't see them, so he led the two ghosts to Huangquan Road.
One is an old man with white hair, and the other is a woman in her early forties.
The woman had an injury on her head, which seemed to have been caused by a car accident.
Ling'er crossed her arms and asked with a smile: "Master, take a guess, who will go to hell? Who will go to Huangquan?"
Chu Yan took a close look at the two of them and said slowly, "The old man looks very lucky and has a kind face. He should be a good person. I guess she went to Huangquan. That woman is hard to say, there is too much blood on her face. , I can't see what it looks like, and it's not good to evaluate it."
Ling'er smiled and said, "I guess this old woman goes to hell, and this woman goes to Huangquan."
As soon as Linger's words fell, the two of them were sent to Huang Quandao by ghosts.
The woman walked in the front, turned back step by step, her eyes were fascinated by the yellow sand, she couldn't see the way from where she came, but she kept turning back.
"It seems that she still has a lot of people and things that she can't let go of, sorry!" Ling'er sighed and shook her head gently.