The Hellstone glows dimly red. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info In its illumination, everything below seems confusing.

On the banks of the blood-red river, the walking corpses stood in a daze, looking at the three people in the river. The river "gurgling" sounded, and the river began to shake violently.

"Oops! Did we accidentally get on the wrong boat!" the black-robed bishop looked nervous as he saw what he saw.

"Let's hold it first!" Anne felt the boat swaying violently, as if it might capsize at any moment, and quickly crouched down, clinging to the small boat path.

"Can I say that we really seem to have offended those we can't offend?" said the black-robed bishop, who also lay down, as if regretful.

"Jakes, be careful!" Anne ignored the black-robed bishop as she suddenly noticed that Dumb was just standing still, a little worried about his safety. But then the tactile sensation in her hands changed, and she shifted her attention to her feet.

"Woo!"

The sound of the earth shaking and shaking monsters came from under her feet, and Anne found that the position of the three of them was rising rapidly, and she actually rose more than two hundred meters in one go.

"Woo!"

There was another long howl, but this time the creature that made the sound was none other than Dumb.

"Woo!"

The sound came from the mouth of the monster beneath his feet again.

"Woo!"

Dumb made one last response.

A brief silence followed.

Anne stroked the small boat in her hand that resembled animal scales, vaguely remembering the feeling that it had been wood a few seconds ago, and her heart was racing and uneasy.

"We're on top of the monster Stickfen right now, be careful. The black-robed bishop was drenched in cold sweat and muttered in a low voice, which was regarded as a reminder to Anne.

"Stickefin?!" Anne thought to herself, not remembering where she had heard the name.

"I don't know who it is! Slightly embarrassed, Anne cautiously poked her head out to look down.

"Why are they all on their knees?" Anne pulled back and asked the black-robed bishop in a whisper.

The Bishop made a silent gesture, and leaned out as well. After more than ten seconds, he sat back honestly, looking at Dumb with a strange look in his eyes.

Dumb, this meeting seems to be a little different from usual. His eyes were empty, and he didn't have any energy. But his hands drooped naturally, and he was in a completely relaxed state, and it seemed so natural.

"With him, we don't think we're in any danger. The Bishop breathed a sigh of relief, and lay down and leaned against the top of the boat.

"Ahh

Then the giant beast in the river shook rapidly, as if turning its body. Anne poked her head out curiously to find out, only to see a large number of walking corpses crawling onto the monster's body.

"Oops! The walking corpses have teamed up with this river monster! they're going to climb up and get us!" said Anne, looking at the horrific sight before her, a little bloodless.

"No, it's a big joke!" the Bishop looked confused, and leaned out to see what was going on.

When he saw that a large number of walking corpses were indeed crawling on it, he was also a little overwhelmed for a while.

However, the Bishop is the archbishop of the Holy City after all, and he still has the insight and courage. He quickly calmed down and asked Dumb, "Did you let them climb up, and what are you going to do?"

Dumb smiled slightly, as always, without answering any questions.

"Let's be careful. A little embarrassed, the Bishop poked his head out again, carefully observing the direction of the walking corpses.

"They're supposed to cross the river, right?" The Bishop breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a large area of walking corpses crawling to a fixed line and then stopping, never to climb up again.

"Rest assured, we'll be fine, he's protecting us. The black-robed bishop comforted Anne as he looked at Dumb.

"It's too reliable to have such a person by your side! It's a pity that there is no such master among the clergy of our holy city of Sistria, otherwise everyone would not have died. Muttering as if recalling the sad memories of the past, the black-robed bishop's face showed a hint of sentimentality.

"Ahh

The black-robed bishop stretched out his head to take a look, and realized that it turned out to be a river monster that could not carry more walking corpses on its body, which made the remaining walking corpses a little reluctant.

"The river monsters are intimidating the walking corpses on the shore and keep them waiting. The black-robed bishop guessed at a glance what was happening.

Sure enough, the walking corpses on the shore calmed down after the river monster's roar, stopped messing around, and waited quietly on the shore.

The river monster slowly turned around after two earth-shattering roars. Anne and the black-robed bishop, who were staying on top of the monster's head, couldn't figure out the situation, and hurriedly clung to it, lying on their stomachs motionless. I saw that the river monster turned around and swam towards the center of the river.

"It's terrifying! It's like a trapeze artist. Breathing in the air more than two hundred meters above the ground, and making uneven curved movements, the black-robed bishop let out a sigh of relief, slowly got up, and looked at the endless river in the distance, thoughtfully.

"Where are we going now, Lord Bishop? And what did you just say about Stickeffen? I just feel a little familiar, and I don't quite remember what it was. Anne looked at the black-robed bishop and asked him about the situation.

"It seems that your skills in reading "God Says" still need to be improved, and you have not memorized some of the classic stories in it. The Bishop looked into the distance, collecting his thoughts.

"Legend has it that when a man dies, he will reach the wasteland beyond the River Styx, the place where we just stayed. There are many walking corpses wandering there. Most of them are people who have too many worries during their lives and can't let go of them after death. And the ferryman of the River Styx, named Stickfen. It is both an old man with a lantern and a river monster under our feet. Its main job is to attract those who are willing to give up all the fame and fortune they had in life, so that they can go on the road with peace of mind after death. After a pause, the black-robed bishop let out a long sigh.

"Fame and fortune are never so easy to discard. The Bishop turned to Anne, "The river monsters don't charge the dead for a fee. Because it knows exactly how much value is hidden in each river crosser. It then values them and charges a corresponding fee. ”

"The stripes come and go without concern!" said the bishop in one sentence, and then patiently began to explain the truth after death. "The river monster takes everything from life, so those who can let go of everything after death have the qualifications to participate in the trials of hell. ”

"Your Excellency, may I ask a few questions. Anne carefully interrupted the black-robed bishop, apology written all over her face.

The black-robed bishop looked at Anne like a kind elder educating his granddaughter, and smiled and said, "Say it, child. ”

"The first one is that we're dead?" said Anne, her eyes wide open, cautious.

"I don't know, it's theoretically possible. Of course, there is also the possibility that we are now in the simulated underworld built by the first generation of the Pope. Everything we see is a magical illusion created by the first Pope to educate the congregation of the time. I'm sorry, but I'm still speculating on a lot of things. The Bishop smiled a little sheepishly, and Anne hastened to say that the Bishop's speculation was quite reasonable.

When the Bishop was freed from the embarrassment of the first question, Anne asked the second question.

"Lord Bishop, we didn't give anything to the river monsters, why did the river monsters willingly carry us there?"

The Bishop gave the answer almost without thinking.

"For some of the three of us can use the art of preaching. ”

"The art of preaching?" Anne couldn't help but be surprised when she didn't know what this spell was for.

"The art of preaching the scriptures was invented by the first generation of the Pope in order to carry forward the Celestial God Cult. Every magician who can teach the art of the scriptures is a hero who has taught for thirty or forty years for the Celestial God Sect. So the first pope, who was as great as a god, rewarded them by giving them the right to cross the world after death. Just like the walking corpses just now, they must have been protected by this little brother, so they were able to cross the river with us. ”

"Little brother is not easy!" the Bishop praised Dumb from the bottom of his heart.

On the side, Dumb yawned, looking unconcerned.

In the distance, the other side of the river of blood became clearer and clearer.

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