Luqiao, sitting in the noodle restaurant, eating noodles with his back to the store.

The playful five-year-old child at the door twisted his parents' three-bouncer.

The child was driven by curiosity and finally twisted his handle and the tricycle rushed into the noodle shop.

In order to get more goods, the tricycle was illegally modified. The initial horsepower was eighty yards, but usually it could only drive more than forty if it was full of goods.

At this time, the car was out of stock and full of power. The whole car rushed into the noodle shop for 80 yards. The door of the noodle shop was made of glass and it shattered directly.

The first row of seats, the first row of dining tables, the second row of seats, and the second row of dining tables.

The third row of seats where the road bridge is located and the third row of dining tables.

They were all squeezed into one piece, and the boss and the road bridge were all inside the small pastry, along with the five-year-old child who turned the handle, were all spared.

The father of the child in the next store discovered the situation and wanted to walk into the noodle store but found hissing sounds constantly coming from hissings.

The entire stove was completely broken, and the gas tank was knocked open. A sound was heard from the gas tank.

The child's father wanted to rescue his child first, but took a deep breath of the cigarette in his mouth and exploded.

It might have been just a car accident, but none of them survived the explosion.

Fifteen minutes later, the firefighters went to put out the fire, but none of the four people were rescued.

The scene was also very tragic. When the four people recovered their consciousness, they found that there was darkness around them.

Below is the grassland and in front of him is the bank of the river.

There is a bridge not far away, and there are many elderly people around you walking towards the bridge.

There was an old lady in the distance boiling medicine. Lu Qiao reacted and said, "Damn it, you are reincarnated! Beside Naihe Bridge? Meng Po makes soup."

Magic, I didn't expect that it would be true after death.

Lu Qiao looked beside him, the five-year-old naughty child and the owner of the noodle restaurant also woke up at this time.

The boss's wife is an aunt in her forties and fifties. After looking around, she murmured: "Aren't I making noodles? Where is this?"

At this time, the child's father got up and hugged his child: "It's okay, son."

The five-year-old child cried first, and Lu Qiao explained: "This place seems to be the underworld. The current situation seems to be drinking Mengpo soup and then reincarnation."

After hearing Lu Qiao's words, the lady of the pastry owner cried: "Why am I here in the underworld!"

Lu Qiao was also a little puzzled at this time: "I was just eating noodles, and my back suddenly felt ache. Then I came here. Who knows what the situation is?"

The child's father understood that it was a fire caused by cigarettes, but at this time he found an excuse and said, "The child is still young and ignorant, and the car rushed into your noodle shop. I rushed in and wanted to save people, but the explosion happened."

The child's father naturally intentionally concealed the existence of cigarettes and was embarrassed to tell the truth. The truth is really a joke on the Internet, and the gas leaked, and he smoked a cigarette and calmed down.

Lu Qiao looked behind him, obviously there was no turning back.

He grabbed the old man next to him: "Old man, why did you die?"

"I was in the hospital a second ago, and I had lung cancer. Now I have a good breathing, it's so comfortable." The old man explained.

Luqiao let go of the old man's hand, and the old man walked towards the bridge swayingly.

Luqiao realized at this time that he was hit by a car and exploded with a gas. It should have hurt his back, but it doesn't hurt now.

"It seems that we are really dead. The only thing facing us is that we can only be reincarnated again." Lu Qiao said as he walked towards the bridge in the distance.

The few people in front of them didn't know each other, but at this time they could only gather together and follow the road and bridge.

The boss lady said, "I haven't lived enough yet. My son has just finished the college entrance examination and I don't even know his grades! He can go to Tsinghua University."

The child's father also explained at this time: "I'm not yet, my wife and children are all there. I opened a grain and oil store to transport goods. Who knows that things can develop like this?"

The five-year-old child only knew how to cry at this time, and was obviously shocked by all this.

Lu Qiao turned around and looked at the two of them and sighed: "Compared to miserable? A five-year-old child doesn't know anything. You have passed most of your middle-aged life, right? I am only in my twenties and have just graduated from college. I plan to go for an interview after having noodles. Who should I ask for to reason with me!"

Lu Qiao sighed and entered the queue.

Almost all of them are old, not many young or middle-aged.

It was Luqiao's turn, and the old man in front of him seemed to be Meng Po and asked, "Do you know how he died?"

"I was eating noodles, and then I died. It was said that the car crashed in and then an explosion occurred." Lu Qiao explained.

Meng Po smiled and said, "Take the bowl and drink it, and then walk into the hall inside. The King of Hell will ask you questions, and then say so."

Lu Qiao looked at: "Mengpo soup, after drinking it, the King of Hell asks me again, can I still say it?"

"If you don't know anything, ask the little guy." Meng Po pressed Lu Qiao's chin with one hand, and poured Meng Po soup into Lu Qiao's mouth with the other hand.

A fat uncle in white came and smiled: "My name is Dahai, and he is the little devil who leads the way. Come with me, ask me if you don't understand. Meng Po is very busy."

Luqiao followed the sea and subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

I walked faster, so I was still queuing with my own group of dead aunts and children.

Dahai pulled Luqiao's clothes: "Don't think about it, everything after you is gone has nothing to do with you."

Lu Qiao looked at Dahai and followed helplessly: "After drinking Mengpo soup, do you forget your previous memories?"

Dahai smiled and shook his head: "The function of Mengpo Soup is to leave the soul, not to forget anything. It is to empty your brain, so that the King of Hell will be able to ask questions at that time. He will not lie, that's all."

"I'll go, what do you mean? This is the confession in the agent's mouth?" Lu Qiao reacted.

"I don't understand what agent you are talking about. I've been a little devil for a while. Now you have a bunch of nouns that I can't understand in your dead people. When I died, I was still in the Tang Dynasty." Dahai explained.

"Tang Dynasty? After you died, you have been a little devil until now?" Lu Qiao realized.

"Yes, people who die are generally divided into two types. One is that they are old and can hold on and let go. After talking to the King of Hell, they are reincarnated. Another is that they are young people. They feel that they have not experienced anything in this world and are a little dissatisfied with death young. Although they have been since they started over, it is not that easy for you to let go of memory. Unfortunately, I died in the imperial examination and have a little bit of culture. Isn't it a little reluctant to let go, right? It's hard for young people to let go, and they will choose to work as a helper in the underworld. Accumulate some good deeds so that they can have a good end in their next life." Dahai explained, laughing and making Lu Qiao feel something is wrong.

"What is Yinde?" Lu Qiao asked.

"There is still money used in the mortal world now, right? This Yinde is the money from the underworld. Of course, I don't use any Yinde in normal times. This thing is in your body. The specific quantity is unclear, and the detection tool is in the hands of the judge. I asked a few years ago, saying that my Yinde is very high. I can live a peaceful and stable life, but I cannot be rich and noble. I am naturally not satisfied. When I arrived, you go in." Dahai said and pushed the road bridge.

The road bridge entered the hall, and the surrounding judges stood in a row.

The road bridge slowly walked into it, and at the highest point, a fat man with a black face spoke with a black blonde crown; "Who is here to report the age and the cause of death."

This is the King of Hell, right? It is indeed a bit majestic.

"Luqiao, twenty-four, died of a car and was hit and exploded while eating noodles." Luqiao explained, and at this time Luqiao realized the effects of Mengpo soup.

I have no way to tell lies at all, and what I blurt out is what I think in my heart. So there is no concealment at all, this is the effect of the Soul-Liang Tang.

"If you don't commit suicide, everything is easy to say. But as for the twenty-fourth, your cultivation is too shallow. I'll give you a winning lottery ticket and take it away." The King of Hell shook the sign and threw out a sign.

Lu Qiao quickly asked, "What is winning the lottery? Isn't it supposed to be a good deed?"

"The three lottery tickets are above, middle and lower, the two paths of gods and man are above, and the two paths of hungry animals are above. In other words, no matter what, first be a round of animals, and then come back to draw lots to see if they can get the lottery ticket." After explaining, the big brother Niuto grabbed the lottery ticket on the ground and walked towards Luqiao. He tied Luqiao's hand with his back hand and inserted the lottery ticket to the back neck of Luqiao. Just like the prisoners waiting to be tried in ancient times, he pressed towards the back hall.

At this time, Lu Qiao shouted: "I don't want to be reincarnated. I want to be a little devil. Is there any kind of good deeds? I like to sign the good deeds before reincarnation!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall laughed.

The King of Hell looked at Luqiao and said, "Roqiao is right? Do you know what the little ghost sign is?"

"Is the little guy signing too?" Lu Qiao said in confusion.

"Niu Tou told you that the five ways are to be granted are gods, and the winners are hungry animals. Now the sign is hell. If you win the lottery and change the lottery to be a little ghost, you can indeed meet one every few years, but I hope you don't regret it." The King of Hell smiled.

"I regret anything? Of course I don't regret it!" Lu Qiao shouted.

Niu Tou took off the winning lottery behind Luqiao and broke it with both hands: "Hungry animals are just going to be an animal. Basically, they have returned to hell before they noticed anything in the world. But after all, there is no need for animals in the world. But those who sign as kids are usually traitors. You are the first one this year, right? Those who win the lottery and change the lottery, stay and work."

"Wait, can you be a little devil in hell, and it's better to be a beast in the world?" Lu Qiao reacted at this time.

"Isn't this inevitable? I tell you, the Yin Destiny you mentioned is easy to accumulate. As long as there is no big mistake, it will be perfect soon. But if you become a little ghost, Yin Destiny is what you owe, and it is harder to accumulate than climbing to the sky. What's more, the gap is a hundred times. Do you think that the Yin Destiny in hell is one to one? It is one to one, one to one, and it is still the animal realm. The Yin Destiny in the animal realm is one to one. From a little ghost to a heavenly being, the gap is ten thousand times!" Niu Tou explained, the iron chain locked Lu Qiao's head directly, and pulled Lu Qiao to the end of the team beside him.

Luqiao felt something was wrong, but the NiuTou's chain could not be freed.

At this time, the child's father also walked into the hall and could see the little devil at the door carrying the child, obviously behind the child's father.

The King of Hell spoke again: "Who is here to report the age and cause of death."

The child's father said in a daze: "Yunhuan, my son is five years old behind me. I am thirty-eight years old. My son is naughty and crashes into the noodle shop. I didn't know that I forgot to light a cigarette and go in to save my child. I took a breath and exploded."

When Lu Qiao heard this, he suddenly realized that what Yun Huan said in front of him was that he didn't come in to save him just by calling the police, maybe he didn't have to die.

The King of Hell lit his head: "It turns out to be a big mistake, win the lottery. Your son is only five years old? Let's win the lottery with you."

Lu Qiao shouted excitedly at this time: "The five-year-old child caused the death of me and the wife of the pastry boss! Although this uncle named Yun Huan did not intentionally, he also killed us. Can we win the lottery?"

The bullhead locked the chains, and Luqiao felt that his soul and spirit were oppressed.

Although I seem to have no idea of ​​breathing, the suffocation makes me feel extremely uncomfortable at this time.

Niuta shouted, "Above the hall, you, a little devil, will speak."

The King of Hell smiled at this time: "Forget it, those who don't know are innocent, just train them slowly. Unless they are traitors and evil, they will win the lottery. Only those who are traitors and evil will give the lottery. And if you choose to get the lottery yourself, it is the same as if you live in the mortal world and are unable to think about it and choose to commit suicide! It is guilty, who can you blame?"

Choosing to stay and be a kid means changing the winning lottery by yourself?

Lu Qiao quickly shouted: "I regret it, I want to win the lottery."

"Children's play!" The King of Hell shook his hand.

The bull's head was locked tighter: "Let me teach you the truth about being a ghost. How can you regret it if you say you regret it!"
To be continued...