After the internet was disconnected, I connected to the magic world.

"Bang."

The muffled sound spread throughout the station.

Xiao Lu fell straight down, blood seeping from his forehead through the tile grout, his eyes still open.

Captain Wang rushed forward and carried the terrified little girl away. Plainclothes officers around them drew their guns and stood guard. Passengers screamed and backed away, creating chaos.

No one noticed that the wooden sign he had picked up on the roadside during his escape, hidden in Xiao Lu's trouser pocket, was flashing a faint light.

That was a dream-entering token.

When an ordinary person dies, their spirit dissipates into the earth's veins and is transported to the netherworld, where they drift aimlessly into the cycle of reincarnation, leaving no trace.

But the array inside the Dream Entry Token lit up just as his soul was about to dissipate.

They forcibly woven his mental energy into a dream, and Xiao Lu survived because of it.

Just as he was about to enter the dream world and become the master of a dream world, the Heavenly Dao of the Nine Provinces Great World sensed a coordinate.

He then forcibly absorbed Xiao Lu into the Kyushu world.

Xiao Lu floated up.

He floated in mid-air, looked down and saw his own corpse lying on the ground, and saw the police setting up a cordon.

I saw the little girl he had choked crying in her mother's arms, and I saw people around me pointing and talking about his corpse.

He stood there stunned for a long time, then reached out to touch his face, his hand passing right through it.

I am dead?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, an irresistible force suddenly pulled him from afar, like pulling a kite string.

They pulled him across an unknown distance in an instant, the wind whistling in their ears, the surrounding light and shadow shattering into pieces.

When he regained his balance, he was already floating in mid-air.

Below them stretched a continuous range of green mountains, with banners fluttering on the peaks and soldiers in armor holding long spears and longbows.

The area was completely surrounded.

Several ancient figures, seemingly floating in mid-air, stood in the sky. The weapons in their hands emitted beams of light several meters long. As soon as a flash of white light appeared, it was swept away into shattered pieces by the light.

"Damn it! He died again! When will this end?!"

"Don't revive! Don't revive anyone! There's a Xiantian here guarding the corpse!"

The curses drifted up faintly, and Xiao Lu was stunned.

This place... why does it look so familiar?

He floated down, intending to take a picture of a young player who had just respawned and was wearing a T-shirt, but his hand passed right through the player's shoulder.

The player was cursing and pulling out his weapon, completely unaware of what was happening.

He floated to a soldier in armor, waved at him, but the soldier ignored him, holding his spear and staring straight ahead.

He can't touch anyone, and no one can see him.

Xiao Lu looked down at himself.

He was still wearing the black coat he wore last night, stained with blood, and there was a round bullet hole right in the middle of his forehead.

No blood flowed out; only wisps of black smoke rose out.

Kyushu.

This is the Kyushu fantasy world that's causing such a stir online.

The Dream Token he had been dreaming of seizing had actually been retrieved by him long ago.

As it turned out, he didn't come in while he was alive, but after he died, he became a wandering ghost and drifted in.

As he was still in a daze, a suction force ten times colder and ten times heavier than before suddenly came from the depths of the earth beneath his feet, gripping his soul and pulling him downwards.

He tried to struggle, but his soul was powerless. Everything went black before his eyes, as if he had fallen into an ancient ice cellar, so cold that even his consciousness was about to freeze.

When Xiao Lu opened his eyes again, he was frozen in place.

The sky was a greyish-red, and it hung very low.

Before me stood a stone bridge, half broken, its surface covered in black veins, and beneath it flowed a blood-yellow river.

The river was covered with countless figures, some missing limbs, some missing half a head, all bobbing up and down in the water, emitting heart-wrenching cries.

Across the bridge, a vast expanse of blood-red flowers bloomed, without leaves, only flower heads, red like congealed blood, stretching all the way to the horizon.

A long queue stretched along the bridge, filled with blurry figures, including modern people in T-shirts and jeans.

There were ancient people dressed in long robes and armor, their heads hanging low and their eyes vacant, walking in a line onto the bridge, and not one of them spoke.

A gust of wind blew, carrying a biting cold and an indescribable smell of decay.

There was a girl in a school uniform who looked to be only a teenager. She had a ring of purplish-blue marks around her neck and was clutching a half-eaten lollipop in her hand.

He moved along with the group step by step, without showing the slightest expression on his face.

There was also a soldier in armor with half a broken arrow stuck in his chest. His armor was covered with blackened scabs of blood. He swayed every two steps, but he always maintained the posture of holding a sword.

The ghosts floating in the river were in an even worse state; some were swollen and white from being soaked, while others had only half a head left.

Seeing the living souls by the bridge, they reached out to grab them, their fingernails long and black, but they could never climb ashore, only making strange hoarse noises.

A gust of wind blew, carrying a biting cold and an indescribable smell of decay.

Hell.

It really is the underworld.

That bridge is the Bridge of Helplessness, that river is the River of Oblivion, and that flower is the Flower of the Other Shore.

Xiao Lu's teeth started chattering, and the surrounding yin energy surged into his soul like a tide.

He was so cold that his consciousness began to go numb. The people in line were affected by the yin energy and had forgotten their past lives. They only knew to line up to cross the bridge.

The Dream Token in his arms lit up again, its warm light enveloping him. The yin energy dissipated as soon as it touched the light membrane, and Xiao Lu's consciousness instantly returned.

He leaned against a broken rock, his soul trembling.

I died, and to make matters worse, I actually went to hell.

"what?"

A slightly surprised voice rang out beside him. The voice was not loud, but it reached his ears clearly. In this underworld filled with wails, it sounded particularly clear.

Xiao Lu suddenly looked up.

Not far away, by the bridge, stood a young man in a blue Taoist robe, who looked to be in his early twenties.

Her long hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and she stood there looking at him with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

The entire underworld was gray-black and blood-yellow in color, and the ghosts were all semi-transparent shadows, lifeless and gloomy.

The young man stood there, his clothes were blue, his hair was black, and even his skin had the warmth of a living person, like the only bright spot in this black and white world.

Xiao Lu quickly floated over, intending to pay his respects, but forgot that he was a spirit, and when he bent over, he broke in two at the waist.

He frantically pieced himself back together, forcing a sheepish laugh: "S-Senior...may I ask if this is the Netherworld?"

The young man in the Taoist robe smiled and nodded.

"That's right, this is the Netherworld."

Xiao Lu was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Is...is there really a netherworld? Then are all these people waiting for reincarnation?"

He pointed to the figures queuing on the bridge, some dressed in modern clothes and others in ancient costumes.

"This is the underworld of Kyushu, which is also connected to Earth."

There are no gods or Yama, it's just a place naturally formed by the rules of heaven and earth.

These souls, swept away by the yin energy, forgot all their past lives. After lining up and drinking the Meng Po soup, they were reincarnated.