Hades Record

The underworld is vast and the underworld is endless. In the underworld, Bai Xiaosheng Shen Guyun, an exquisite treasure lantern wanders in the Wangchuan River, taking pleasure in exchanging the obsession of the dead soul, not caring about worldly affairs, just seeking freedom. Until one day, the corpses of three high-level meditators floated down the river - Dongyue Palace Right Magistrate, Samsara Secretary Lushi, and eight hundred years of ghosts and immortals. They all died in the legendary Meng Po Tang. Meng Po gave him half a month to solve the case, otherwise he would be punished as the murderer. Shen Guyun was forced into the whirlpool and followed the clues to Yinshan Town. In the blood-red sea of ​​flowers on the other side, he met a woman in white. Her name is Manzhu, and she has been guarding flowers for three hundred years, just waiting for the truth. Three hundred years ago, the ancestor of Shura Haisan, the Blood Shadow cultivator, challenged two masters in the underworld and died of exhaustion. Before his death, he entrusted two soul beads to others. Three hundred years later, the witnesses of that year died tragically one after another, and all the evidence pointed to two impossible people, the leader of Netherworld Zen Temple, Luo Chen, and the Lord of Yinshan Mansion, Ji Canglan. One is born with a sword; the other is upright, diligent, and able to rule the country. Are they actually the biological sons of the Blood Shadow Ancestor? Shen Guyun investigated deeper and deeper, only to find that the game was far more complicated than he imagined. Youchen's humble gentleman, Manzhu's protection, Ji Canglan's trust, and the mysterious man who always hides in the dark. When the truth is revealed step by step, when love and kindness intertwine and conflict, when brothers bite each other in the intoxication of Meng Po Soup, when the woman in white finally stands in front of him... "If there is an afterlife..." The petals fall, but the underworld remains. In this grudge that spans three hundred years, who can walk out of that sea of ​​flowers alive? Intention: If you persist in one thought, three hundred years of watching will eventually lead to disaster; if you let go of one thought, you will feel at ease where the flowers on the other side are blooming.