At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The old man was very angry, but he was very angry.

[(This chapter mainly introduces the protagonist's life experience and the arranged golden finger. You can skip and read the second chapter directly. Warm reminder that the first chapter is related to the final ending)]

"Please stay, my friend!"

In the alley, an old beggar who looked like a fairy but was actually wearing tattered clothes grabbed a young man.

"I see that you have a disaster in your life. I have a strange book that can save you from danger. Just this number!"

The old beggar stretched out five fingers, looking very serious.

The young man he held looked a little decadent. He did not dislike the old beggar's black hand, but forced a smile.

"Five yuan?"

"Hey! Five yuan is not enough for a bowl of beef noodles with chopped green onions, it's fifty!" the old beggar said unsatisfied.

Looking at the brand new book in the old beggar's hand and his dusty face, the young man's face was full of helplessness.

He took out a twenty yuan note from his pocket and handed it to the old beggar.

"Take it, old man, I have something else to do, so I won't chat with you anymore."

The young man's eyes were dull, and he stuffed the money into the old beggar's pocket and turned away.

Looking at the young man's lonely back, the old beggar sighed spiritually.

"Alas, do we really have to pay for the karma owed in the previous life in the next life?"

"Well, I, Li Changsheng, will settle this karma today and give you a peaceful life!"

The old beggar's eyes suddenly became bright, and then he moved and disappeared from where he was.

Only the book that fell on the ground was left, with the words "Guide to Self-Saving in Books" written on it.

…

Bai Mo walked aimlessly on the street. Just now, the hospital sent a critical illness notice.

His adoptive mother died at 6:18 am on July 26.

Recalling his life, he was abandoned by his parents when he was born, and then lived in the Tomato Orphanage. The director's grandfather also passed away when he was six years old.

God had mercy on him and let him be adopted by a kind middle-aged couple.

But the fact is not so. His adoptive father died at work when he was eight years old, and his adoptive mother was too sad and her health was not as good as before.

Now he is only seventeen years old, but even his last relatives have left him.

He seemed to be abandoned by this world. It was clear that God had never given him anything from the beginning, but he still wanted to deprive him of what he had.

These days, he had a dream. In the dream, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and blood was soaring into the sky. In the dream, the flowers withered and the ground was covered with yellow sand.

He didn't know why he had such a dream, but there was a voice in his heart telling him that his miserable life was related to that dream.

At the traffic light, Bai Mo was thinking about the meaning of life alone.

Why do people live?

In other words, what did he live for?

Was it for the parents he had never met, or for the loneliness hidden in his heart, or to experience the departure of his adoptive parents.

Bai Mo stretched out his hand and looked at the red rope tied on his adoptive mother's hand on his wrist, his eyes were dazed.

I only remember that day was the day he left the orphanage. In the orphanage, a middle-aged couple held the hands of a young child.

The young child was a little confused, and there was even more fear of the unknown in his eyes.

The middle-aged woman squatted down, gently stroked the child's head, and took out a red rope from her bag.

"This is a red rope that symbolizes family! Tie this red rope and mark this family! Mo'er will never get lost again."

"Because, from now on, we are a family."

Family...

Bai Mo hates himself so much! He hated himself for being incompetent and could only watch the person closest to him lying on the cold bed in the hospital.

He could only watch his adoptive mother crying alone every night but pretending to be strong in front of him.

Beep!

Just as Bai Mo fell into deep self-blame, a red truck made a harsh roar.

The crowd screamed and fled in all directions, and Bai Mo subconsciously looked up.

He only saw the driver frantically fiddling with the steering wheel and panicked eyes,

Bang!

Accompanied by a violent collision, the sky changed color, and everything was crimson.

"Come here! Someone was hit, call an ambulance quickly."

"Hit Yaoyaoling, Yaoyaoling!"

In front of the intersection, the crowd was in chaos, some people took out their mobile phones to make calls, some took out handkerchiefs to cover their mouths and noses, and some covered their eyes and couldn't bear to look directly.

Bai Mo lay quietly in the middle of the road, blood kept pouring out of his chest, and the blood soaked him into a bloody man.

He tightly grasped the red string, feeling dizzy.

He was only seventeen years old, but the warmth that others could feel at any time was so far away...

Slowly,

His eyes gradually became blurred, and a strong feeling of unwillingness surged from the bottom of his heart.

It was resentment and also nostalgia!

——The Underworld

"My Lord, something bad has happened! Something bad has happened!"

In the Underworld, a ghost messenger rushed into the hall in a hurry.

"What's wrong? I'm fine!"

In the hall, the King of Hell was frowning.

"As a ghost messenger in the Underworld, how can you be so clumsy! Could it be that those old guys in the Heavenly Court are sending people to the Underworld to gild them?"

The ghost messenger wiped the sweat that didn't exist at all and swallowed his saliva: "It's the Naihe Bridge. A dead soul with karma appeared on the Naihe Bridge. This person is special. Meng Po asked me to come and ask my Lord."

The Naihe Bridge? !

The King of Hell was shocked. The Naihe Bridge is an important bridge for the dead souls to enter the human world. If something goes wrong.

It will cause chaos in the East China Sea just like when Bi Ma Wen took away the Dinghai Shenzhen of the East China Sea.

Because of Meng Po's cultivation, even the reincarnations of some powerful people have to give her some face.

Who is the person who gave her a headache?

"Damn it, except for that Bi Ma Wen, who else dares to cause trouble in the underworld?"

"Judge Cui! Bring the Book of Life and Death, I want him to remember it!"

After saying that, the King of Hell strode out of the hall.

The judge behind him shook his head and followed him helplessly.

…

——On the Naihe Bridge

The stunning woman with a red veil was carrying a bowl of soup, with a complicated expression and a gentle tone: "Since you have stepped onto this Naihe Bridge, you should follow the rules here. Do not drink Mengpo soup and do not enter the reincarnation palace. Your life has been short and bitter for seventeen years. Why should you bring these pains to the next life?"

The dead soul shook his head, his eyes confused: "The warmth brought to me by my adoptive parents, although short-lived, made me greedy for my whole life. That moment of warmth made me unforgettable."

The dead soul raised his head and asked in confusion: "Are you the legendary Mengpo? Why do you have a familiar aura on you?"

The woman lowered her head, revealing a delicate face, a face that was stunningly beautiful.

She smiled indifferently, with a few traces of sadness in her eyes. She raised her head and looked at the dead soul with a few more helpless and melancholy eyes.

"General, do you know Meng Jiangnu?"

Hearing this, the dead soul shook his head.

He didn't know any Meng Jiangnu. He only remembered that Meng Jiangnu was a character that only existed in folk tales.

"You took on all the sins for a country, but now you have ended up like this." The beautiful woman said in a complicated tone.

In her eyes, a young man in a blood-stained white robe and full of murderous aura was reflected.

The King of Hell came late, and when he saw the figure blocking the Naihe Bridge, he was stunned.

The man who was punished by heaven to live a lonely life for ten lifetimes for killing 400,000 captives.

Thinking back to the past, 400,000 resentful souls suddenly poured into the underworld, causing unrest in the entire underworld.

[Ding! You have a new order, please check it! ]

A reminder sounded in his mind, and the King of Hell's mind moved, and an ancient parchment scroll appeared in front of him.

After reading the contents of the parchment scroll, he suddenly realized it.

He stared at the man on the Naihe Bridge and said meaningfully: "You have reincarnated ten times to atone for your sins in one life. What choice will you make in the next life?"

At this time, the judge came forward with the Book of Life and Death and asked: "Sir, according to the law of cause and effect set by the Heavenly Dao, this person is still a star of destiny in the tenth life, destined to be lonely for life. How should this book of life and death be judged?"

The King of Hell sighed.

"I have been informed by the three thousand incarnations of the Heavenly Dao. Let him make his own choice in the tenth life. A mortal can still be remembered by future generations. If he can be ranked among the immortals, he must be a giant."

"Give him blessings on behalf of the underworld. Such an extraordinary person should enter my underworld after death."

Hearing the words of the King of Hell, the judge was a little surprised. After all, he has been in the underworld for many years.

He knew the temper of this lord very well. Since he said this, it proved that he was going to snatch people from the old guys in the sky.

"The talent that the underworld wants must belong to the underworld."

The judge smiled.

Then he listed a separate page for that person in the Book of Life and Death.