Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 654 [Underworld Side Story] Eternal Love 1

The River of Oblivion was filled with eerie ghosts, and countless evil spirits thrashed about. By the Bridge of Helplessness, a beautiful woman grabbed a man by the hair with one hand and poured medicine into his mouth with the other.

"You committed murder and arson in your past life, so you're reborn as Meng Po in this one." She cursed under her breath, then kicked the man onto the Bridge of Helplessness, her sharp gaze sweeping over a child who was trying to escape.

"Hey kid! Come here."

As soon as Zhao Zhao entered the Yellow Springs Road of the Underworld, she was pushed to the Bridge of Helplessness by the tall ghosts passing by.

Helplessly, they followed the people to Meng Po's side, where there were fewer people.

Just as he was about to leave, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed his collar from behind and lifted him up.

"Go back to the Bridge of Helplessness and be reincarnated, or I'll kick you!"

Meng Po grabbed Zhao Zhao and led her toward the Bridge of Helplessness.

There are three people she will never kick in her life: little girls, the elderly, and the disabled.

The little boy who was still shaking in her hand was not within the scope, so she felt at ease.

"Susu, help!"

Seeing that Meng Po was about to give him soup, Zhao Zhao quickly called out.

My second brother once told me that drinking the Meng Po soup would erase one's memory, and Zhao Zhao didn't want to forget again. He came back this time to find his family.

You're not from this world, so the Meng Po soup won't work on you.

If you behave yourself, you might avoid getting kicked a couple more times.

He stood by gloating, while Zhao Zhao struggled desperately.

"Stinky brat!"

Meng Po has a really bad temper. She tried to hold back, but she still couldn't resist kicking the child who was interfering with her business.

Just then, her porcelain bowl was smashed on the ground...

"elder sister!"

Meng Po lowered her raised foot back to its original position. The little boy looked up at her pitifully and said aggrievedly, "I didn't come here to be reincarnated. Can you let me leave?"

"I beg you."

Meng Po stopped not because she was soft-hearted, but because this child looked...too much like the young emperor's younger brother who died young.

She had seen the Third Prince once; he was beautiful and charming.

"What's your name...?" Meng Po silently pinched the little guy's chin and examined him.

Zhao Zhao was afraid that she would kick her, so she stayed still and said obediently: "My name is Zhao Zhao."

A sense of anticipation flashed through his mind, hoping that she would notice the resemblance between his appearance and name, and then take him to find Sang Yinuo, his second brother.

To everyone's surprise, Meng Po merely chuckled and said, "So your name is Zhao Zhao too~"

The resemblance might be a coincidence, but if the names are the same, then she has to suspect who orchestrated this, trying to use a scheme to harm the Underworld and the Underworld King's family who are overly missing their son and brother.

Zhao Zhao was taken aback, somewhat puzzled by Meng Po's sudden coldness.

Meng Po looked at him as if he were a little spy: "You don't want to be reincarnated, what do you want to do?"

"...Looking for someone..."

"Heh, don't tell me the person you're looking for is His Highness the Young Emperor."

"......"

Meng Po must be able to read his mind, but even if Zhao Zhao is not very bright, he can still understand that Meng Po's attitude towards him is strange.

In the end, Zhao Zhao did not get to drink the Meng Po soup as he wished, but he was taken to the underworld prison by Meng Po's men.

The underworld's prison was completely modified according to Sang Yinuo's wicked tastes, making it extremely terrifying and gloomy. Ghostly and resentful energy surged inside, and even though Zhao Zhao no longer had her timid personality, she was still terrified.

"Waaaaah, the underworld is indeed the most terrifying world, bar none."

Zhao Zhao huddled in the corner, her big, watery eyes watching the evil spirits coming and going, afraid they would drag her away to replenish her body.

Poor Zhao Zhao.

The system sighed, and in its adult form, dressed in a blood-red brocade robe with long hair, it appeared before Zhao Zhao and gently picked up the trembling boy.

"Don't be afraid, I'll come out to keep you company." This was the first time he had materialized and appeared outside since returning to so many small worlds.

It is clear that there is some significance to the underworld.

"I want to go find my second brother, Father..." Zhao Zhao said sullenly, shrinking into Su's arms and not daring to look up.

Meng Po suspected he was an imposter, so she arrested him, but he believed that his second brother and father would recognize him.

"Let's go."

Su walked effortlessly through the prison cells, strolling through the blood-soaked dungeon as if taking a leisurely walk. His relaxed demeanor left the group of ghosts dumbfounded.

"Hey, someone's escaped! You bunch of idiot guards!"

"......"

Having witnessed the horror of the Blood Prison, Zhao Zhao's impression of the Underworld remained as sinister and terrifying as he remembered. However, when Su reminded him to look up, Zhao Zhao saw a completely different and unexpectedly novel scene.

At this moment, the closer one gets to the central area of ​​the Underworld Palace, the more terrifying the places he once described are now adorned with flowers.

Light has appeared in the dark corners, and the churning ghostly energy has been completely shut out, leaving behind a peaceful place.

The barren land of the underworld cannot grow vibrant flowers. Su picked one and showed it to Zhao Zhao, only to discover that it was a woven artificial flower, each one meticulously crafted and lifelike.

"Second brother..."

"Have you heard? Today, His Highness the Young Emperor actually lost his temper with Meng Po. The overflowing ghostly energy even injured people."

A servant walked by on the roadside, speaking cautiously to the person beside him.

"It's been centuries since we've seen the young emperor angry. This sudden outburst is truly terrifying!" A servant rubbed his arm in fear.

"I'm not worried about anything else, I'm just afraid that Your Highness will revert to that evil and monstrous appearance from before."

"Forgive my bluntness, but His Highness is now truly worthy of the title of Young Emperor of the Underworld. Previously..."

The sounds in the distance grew increasingly faint, and Su once again led Zhao Zhao toward the route he had designated.

Things have changed. Flowers have "bloomed" in the barren underworld, and the unruly and wicked young emperor has become the steady next ruler.

Zhao Zhao had never thought of these things before, but today she personally witnessed the flowers and heard about Sang Yinuo's changes.

"Zhaozhao, don't worry. Anything can change, but their love will never change."

After all, all these changes are because of love.

He changed whatever Zhao Zhao was afraid of, and he did whatever Zhao Zhao wanted him to do; his attitude was very clear.

"I know, I just suddenly feel really sorry for him."

I feel sorry for his stubborn and silly older brother.

Su looked up at the distance as if sensing something, then suddenly put Zhao Zhao down: "Didn't you want to go see the flowers? Take this opportunity to go and see them."

Then it immediately disappeared from his sight.

While Zhao Zhao was still wondering if Su had run out of energy, a chilling sensation suddenly came from behind her.

Goosebumps instantly rose on her skin, and a familiar sense of oppression assailed her like Mount Tai. Zhao Zhao turned her head in surprise and met the gaze of the black-clad youth standing at the end of the artificial flower palace.