"Well, wait a moment, the amount of information you said is too great, let me sort it out..." Feng Xue stretched out her hand exaggeratedly, then pinched her eyebrows hard, always feeling a little confused.

"The underworld is gone?" After a while, Feng Xue asked this question blankly.

"The underworld is still there, but the cycle of reincarnation is broken." Lianhua said very calmly, as if it was not her body that was broken.

"But the reincarnation plate is broken, how can the soul be reincarnated? And according to your statement, the gods and gods and Buddhas in the sky, and ghosts in the underworld should be finished. What's the use of just having an underworld?" Feng Xue's expression was very exaggerated, but Lianhua pointed at herself:

"And I."

"So you're dead?" Feng Xue was so angry that she wanted to hit someone because of Lianhua's riddle style that turned around in the song. Lianhua said:

"The six realms of reincarnation are transformed by my body. After the reincarnation of a little true spirit that I condensed, the witch spirit who lost its will remain in the samsara plate and mechanically performed the work of reincarnation. However, because Hongjun completely gave up thinking, part of Pangu's suppressed active thinking entered my samsara through the back door, and then exploded the samsara plate. Through the connection between the samsara and my true spirit, it directly injected pollution to me in reverse."

"Then you committed suicide?" Feng Xue could think of this possibility, and Houtu nodded:

"Thanks to the backing of your family, I have the opportunity to find a land without Pangu's pollution. As the ancestor of the earth, I merged my consciousness with this land, but only the part left is inevitably polluted. In fact, I think Pangu could have stopped my behavior, but he doesn't care about my consciousness. All he wants is the soul that perfectly matches the reincarnation pan. In order not to force me to self-destruction, He chose to give me a way out..."

"So that's it." Feng Xue nodded slightly, "So, what did Pangu do with your soul?"

"A lot." Lianhua still maintained the kneeling position that looked very tired, picked up a fried piece from the plate, and then used the chopsticks to force it, and the fried piece instantly broke into pieces for a hundred years-

"Just like this, my soul was completely broken, and then mixed with the same broken reincarnation plate, making a large number of... Well, it was probably the same ghost messenger as the black and white impermanence, collecting what he wanted on this planet. You can think of it as a transactor with my appearance, my personality, and my memory."

"So there are only 20,000 Lotus sisters?" Feng Xue suddenly breathed and suffocated. As long as he imagined the scene of large lotus flowers, he felt like a myocardial infarction.

Want to adopt one!

"Don't show that vulgar vision. In addition, it's not 20,000, but 2 million." Lianhua reminded Feng Xue angrily, looking like she wanted to punch her, but she didn't know whether she was polite or afraid of Feng Xue's protective sword energy. In short, she still restrained it.

"Two million? Is it so thin?" Feng Xue imagined it for a moment, and suddenly shuddered. Lianhua nodded seriously and said:

"On this planet, the birth and death of every soul is theoretically taken over by my souls. Of course, they will not appear in the world, but will drag the soul down directly through the underworld's network."

"So what is this? Isn't it more convenient to keep the underworld?" Feng Xue was a little confused about the thinking loop, but Lianhua shook her head and said:

"When the Shinto collapsed, Hongjun had just lost his intelligence, and his reason was also limited. In order to obtain a large amount of vows in a short period of time, He instinctively ate all monks who walked in the Shinto system. Fortunately, he instinctively started with the strongest vows, so I had time to dismiss most of the underworld's people, which led to the collapse of the underworld."

"You are the one who caused the collapse of the underworld." Feng Xue grinned, but Lianhua said with confidence:

"Even if I don't do it, the underworld will collapse after the collapse of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. I will at least allow those souls to be reborn in the last moment. Otherwise, they may not be able to keep a little true spirit like the Jade Emperor."

"So you were used as a tool person by Pangu. Speaking of which, the life and death on this planet will not exceed one million every day. Are you still taking a turn for two million clones?" Feng Xue is still very sensitive to numbers. Five people are born on Earth and two people die. That is, the workload of seven people per second is seven people. Even if everyone has exclusive Lianhua, the workload of only 600,000 people a day. Even if it doubles, it doesn't take two million Lianhua to be so exaggerated, right?

"Because there are still some who are doing darker work." Lianhua's tone became serious, and she said in a somewhat gloomy tone:

"Have you heard of Hell's Communication?"

"???" Feng Xue's eyes suddenly opened:

"With Yanma Love, is your vest?"

"Roar? Do you know the name Yan Moai?" Lianhua's eyes suddenly narrowed, and she exuded a kind of sexiness that was inconsistent with her appearance. Feng Xue subconsciously swallowed her saliva, and naturally she was protested by Lianhua again.

"Ahem, in short, what do you mean is that those remaining souls are doing the work of helping others curse others all over the world?" Feng Xue scratched her cheek, and Lianhua nodded slightly:

"To be precise, it is to collect resentment. Since the collapse of the underworld four hundred years ago, communications of hell began to appear. At that time, it was still transmitted through letters. As long as people with strong resentment are received, they will receive letters with rules written, using their souls after their death as sacrifices to erase the resentful people from the world."

"What about the purpose?" Feng Xue keenly captured the key information of "Four Hundred Years", her expression became a little solemn, Lianhua's voice became cold, and she said in a deep voice:

"To bring the only God in this world to come."

"Ha? Why did the style of painting suddenly change?" Feng Xue was a little confused by Lianhua's words, but Lianhua shook her head and said:

"Just now, in the original site of the underworld, hundreds of millions of dead souls are wailing every day, and through endless pain and torture, they offer endless [fatality] to Pangu. What do you think are doing now in the eighteen levels of hell?"

"In other words, now everyone on this planet is lambs, Pangu is the rancher, your soul is his shepherd, and every day he is choosing those who have heatstroke, don't eat well, and are fat and strong? Good guy, it smells like Cross."

Feng Xue rolled her eyes, but found that Lianhua showed a positive look, and she was not in the mood to make jokes to adjust the atmosphere, so she simply said directly:
Chapter completed!