Lin Yi guessed: "Did the King of Hell run away with someone?"

"..."

This speculation was too nonsensical, so everyone quickly skipped the topic.

Time passes slowly.

Facts have proven that when people are bored, they can do anything.

Mrs. Zheng stood on the Naihe Bridge and made soup every day.

The moon cicada planted the other shore flowers all over the underworld.

Hui Hai and Yan Chixia wandered in the underworld every day, extremely persistent in finding the original truth.

Yan Laoliu picked out the good-looking ghosts and kept asking them to read their palms. If they were not angry, they would take advantage of them. If they were angry, they would give them a bowl of Meng Po soup and send them to salvation.

Lin Yi thought about it and felt that he had nothing to do, so he squatted in front of the Sansheng Stone and asked tirelessly: "Sansheng Stone, Sansheng Stone, where is my wife?"

"..."

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Chapter completed!