The huge fiery red bird with its long tail in the sky spewed out a scorching flame from its mouth under the control of the dark-skinned man, and many of the moths in the sky turned into ashes.

These natives all knelt down towards the dark-skinned man with a happy face, and the dark-skinned man had a solemn expression in front of them, and these natives began to follow the dark-skinned man towards the distance, Yang Yu saw that the dark-skinned man was gone, and he took Ah Lian and quietly followed.

Soon the dark-skinned man led them to a turbid yellow river with an endless expanse of water, and beside this turbid yellow river stood a weather-beaten and full of vicissitudes of life, and they bowed to the top of the stele, and these natives had a pious look with unconcealed fear, as if asking the gods to forgive them for their sins.

Yang Yu paced in front of the stone tablet, which made him dumbfounded, with the exact same pattern in the piece of parchment given to him by the old man herding sheep, Yang Yu felt that all of this seemed to guide him step by step to approach the vine dragon tree, and he had a feeling in his heart that everything had already been predestined.

At this moment, a fiery red bird flew over the turbid yellow river in the sky, and a feather fell from the sky into the turbid yellow river, only to see that the piece did not float on the water, but sank directly into the water, and the word weak water came from Yang Yu's mind.

As a group of natives continued to worship the stone stele, the turbid yellow river water seemed to be slashed by someone in the air, and the turbid yellow water waves kept surging to both sides, revealing a crystal clear and exquisite jade bridge, the delicate and gorgeous jade bridge and the sharp contrast of the turbid yellow river around it produced a strange feeling.

This crystal clear jade bridge has been stretching out into the distance, and no one seems to know where it will lead, but this gorgeous and unreal jade bridge gives Yang Yu a very unreal feeling, it is the scene in front of him that is too beautiful so he can't believe it.

Yang Yu thought of the portrait engraved on the stone tablet, and he opened his mouth and said to Ah Lian beside him: "Ah Lian, you stay here, and I will step on this stone bridge alone to take a look." ”

Ah Lian looked at the group of natives beside her, she shook her head and reached out to pull Yang Yu's shirt tightly.

Yang Yu felt that in this strange and unpredictable place, the group of natives who were still in the stage of ignorance were obviously unreliable, so he didn't say anything and acquiesced to Ah Lian going with him.

Just as Yang Yu and Ah Lian were about to step on this crystal clear jade bridge, the dark-skinned man grabbed his arm and shook his head at him, Yang Yu smiled at the dark-skinned man, reached out and grabbed his hand down, and then he took Ah Lian's hand and stepped on the jade bridge.

As soon as Yang Yu and Ah Lian stepped on the crystal clear jade bridge, the river water rushing to both sides rushed directly towards them, drowning the two of them, and the turbid yellow river water changed to its previous appearance, as if nothing had happened.

……

Night and day kept alternating, I don't know how long it took, Yang Yucong slowly opened his heavy eyelids, he remembered that when the churning river swallowed him, he couldn't remember anything when his brain sank.

What made Yang Yu even more jaw-dropping was that at this time he was still standing on the ancient bridge with a crystal clear classical charm, under which there was a gurgling river flowing and the reflection of a bright moon, all of which gave people a dreamlike feeling.

When Yang Yu looked into the distance along the bridge, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide in shock, the eaves were tall, the classical buildings with carved beams and paintings, and the brightly lit fish market had uneven people dressed in clothes of various eras, and these people were very pale, and most of their eyes were dull.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Yang Yu couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine, and he shook his hand and slapped himself to make himself sober.

When Yang Yu felt the hot pain in his cheeks, infinite confusion rose in his heart, and suddenly Yang Yu thought of Ah Lian who he was pulling, and he suddenly hit a wit, but he never found Ah Lian's figure when he looked around.

……

At this moment, a No. 18 bus stopped on the side of the fish market, and the pale and sluggish people on the fish market began to get on the bus in turn.

At this time, a woman with picturesque eyebrows, a flame tattooed on her smooth forehead, a woman dressed in red, and a light veil covered her face walked towards Yang Yu, she gently patted Yang Yu's shoulder and lightly opened her lips and said, "Are you curious about what kind of place this is." ”

Yang Yu looked at the beautiful woman like the soul of the moon in front of him and nodded in amazement, and the picturesque woman looked at Yang Yu and said, "This place is called the underworld, and it is a place to store the souls of the dead wandering between heaven and earth. ”

"Then I'm already dead!" Yang Yu's pupils constricted, and his face was horrified.

The picturesque woman said: "You are not dead, you have another piece of jade with heavy yang energy on your body, you can't walk the Santu River, I see that you are not like a mortal, if you want to go back, I can let you go." ”

Yang Yu looked at the picturesque woman in front of him and said, "Beauty, do you know how my friend is!"

The picturesque woman spoke: "How can her kind of mustard person be compared to you, since she trespassed on my underworld, I naturally can't easily spare her."

Yang Yu opened his mouth and said: "I'm not leaving, Ah Lian is still here, I can't leave!"

The beautiful and picturesque woman looked at Yang Yu and smiled coldly, she flew into the distance and left the crystal clear jade bridge.

Yang Yuwu has been walking on this bridge since he began, and the scene around him will become strange and eerie from time to time.

In a remote and deserted suburb of H City, the partridges in the mountain stream made a terrible cry, and the old road carrying this yellow bag was building an altar in front of a hill with a solemn and decaying atmosphere.

On the altar there was an incense burner, on which were inserted three thick and long yellow incense sticks with smoke rising, and there were many offerings of fruit, and after the old Tao chanted for a while, he sat on a futon under the altar in a serious way, and a figure with the same appearance as the old Tao could be vaguely seen floating out of his body.

Just as Yang Yu was walking on this crystal clear jade bridge with a complicated expression, a brilliant phantom suddenly patted Yang Yu's shoulder.

Yang Yu turned his head suddenly, and the figure of Lao Dao suddenly caught his eyes, and Lao Dao said in a deep voice: "Boy, remember that you just need to find the vine dragon tree here, and I will come to rescue you as a teacher when the time comes." ”