"On the weak water river, the bridge is lonely, and the third is bitter ......"

The endless weak water flows slowly, the red flowers on the other side bloom at the end of the yellow spring, the ferryman holds a small boat and drifts quietly in the middle of the weak water, and the black pressure in front of me is connected into a line, which is where the royal power of the entire netherworld is located, and the underworld is the capital.

The windless, starless, moonless netherworld, the eternal and unchanging dark canopy, but the pale withered hair under the ferryman's hat on the boat was gently fluttering, and the old man was crossing a new soul of his to shore, but his intuition told him that it was not only a living soul, but even a living man with vital signs.

The man stood at the stern of the boat, looking up at the many lonely souls floating in the boundless night, most of them souls

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