Two-dimensional evil contract

The two big black men locked Mo Yuan with a chain, and regardless of his abuse and resistance, they walked straight to the Naihe Bridge.Above the six reincarnations, beside the Naihe Bridge, stands a dilapidated shop.The windless and automatic flag prevents this place from being completely dead.

"Drink a bowl of Mengpo soup, forget the past, and reborn!" An elderly woman with chicken skin, holding a worn-out pottery bowl in her hand, the yellow soup in it was printed in Mo Yuan's eyes.

"No, I don't want it!" Mo Yuan was surprisingly angry, with a bit of panic. Drink it, is it still him?He wants to flee, he wants to flee here.

Unexpectedly, he broke free of the iron chain and ran to one side desperately. Even if he was a lonely ghost, he didn't want to be with that bowl of soup.

Behind him, a group of people yelled and chased him, like hunting a wounded beast, to consume all its lives.

Waterfront.

A yellow river rushes with the breath of coldness and death.

The roaring waves are mixed with the groans of the undead and want to fly forward.

This is Wangchuan, the place where countless souls gather; this river is the yellow spring, a place that even those with great magical powers would not dare to cross.

"There is no way..." Mo Yuan looked forward in despair.

Turning around, he was still chasing after him.

"Mo Yuan, go to reincarnation! Forget everything, it's better than being a lonely ghost." Lu Pan was already desperate at this time.Forcing this guy to this, God knows how to retaliate against himself in the future, even if he reincarnates several times, he will probably be pulled back, and his body and spirit will be destroyed!

"Even if you suffer, you will be tortured in a place where you can't see the sun. I won't be able to repay the sun forever. I don't want to forget the dust." Mo Yuan roared. When he said this, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The devil with fangs.

"Please tell the king, I remember all the suffering that Mo Yuan has suffered today. If I return to the underworld in the future, I will surely kill all the people who killed me!" After speaking, he turned and jumped into the yellow spring, disappearing in the groan of the undead and the roar of the river. in.

There was strange silence on the shore, Judge Lu collapsed to the ground, and said in his heart: It's over, it's really over!All the ghosts scattered around, after all, they still have their own jobs.

After a long time, two figures appeared on the shore. One was dressed in an embroidered golden dragon tiara with mountains, rivers, birds and beasts, insects and fish, with endless majesty; the other chicken skin old woman was actually Po Meng.

"The temperament is so fierce, just like that one!" Po Meng said, "But the emperor, is it really okay to do this?"

"Very people, they should have extraordinary chances." The emperor's voice revealed infinite majesty, "Besides, even if that person comes, he can't say anything." Once the golden light flew out from the sleeves, Flee in the direction of the yellow spring.After a long time, a smile appeared on the face of the emperor: "Boy, I have done everything that I can do. Out of the China God Realm, you can only rely on you for good luck."

With a wave of his sleeves, the place returned to silence.As if nothing happened again...

Darkness, endless darkness enveloped Mo Yuan.

The yellow river water poured into Mo Yuan's throat, what kind of smell was that?Mo Yuan is indescribable, but for sure, he will never remember it in his life.

The ferocious undead dragged him into the undercurrent, which was a good opportunity to assimilate him.There will not be any undead who will benefit from it, but once a new soul enters, they will enjoy it-wrapping the pain in other people is their last pleasure.

Mo Yuan felt so cold, so cold that there was no temperature all over his body; the undercurrents around him hit it like random rocks.In a panic, he grabbed a shaft-shaped object, even though it was small and rootless, it was the best comfort in the darkness of this emptiness.

Another burst of turbulence hit him, and he lost his final consciousness when he couldn't reach the defense.

The undead were happily welcoming the next companion like them.

A faint golden light emitted from the shaft, lifting the ink edge up, and the undead surrounded it layer by layer, but no one dared to move forward.The glimmer of light made them feel threatened from the depths of their souls.

If you can't go there, you will die-this is what all the undead feel.

The golden light dragged Mo Yuan out of the yellow spring, and then merged into Mo Yuan's body.A layer of golden colored glaze on Rudu drifted away, leaving the undead with a moan of resentment.

"Chirp...Chirp..." A burst of crisp guanine pulled the unconscious Mo Yuan back to reality.Mo Yuan struggled to open his eyes, all around him was green.

"Wow" Mo Yuan bounced all at once.

The forest is the forest!

Looking at the side, there is a clear stream with fish swimming happily.

What's going on? Didn't brother visit Huangquan in the underground palace? Why are you here?and many more……

Mo Yuan bit off the green grass next to it in one bite, and started chewing.The bitter taste instantly bloomed on the tip of the tongue.

"Brother is finally back!" He spit out the scum in his mouth, tears streaming down his face...

The joy in his heart made him, a person who is not good at expressing, want to vent.

"Brother is back..." A stern voice of a duck stunned countless birds in the forest.They probably don't understand, what has gone through to make the owner of the voice scream so badly.

Leaning down, Mo Yuan looked at the swimming fish in the stream, "This is life, what a wonderful life!"

The poem's empathetic look gives people an urge to touch the criminal law.

Fortunately, there is no one else here.

"Na...Nani?" Mo Yuan looked at the reflection in the water, it was his right.But how could his face be so immature when he was approaching adulthood?

Looking down at his body, what about the pectoral muscles that brother has finally trained, what about brother's six peaks?Are all... gone?I took a closer look, and this is exactly what it looked like when he was 13 or 14 years old.

"Mother, a bunch of bastards in the underworld!" Another stern voice of the duck stunned the remaining birds in the forest...