Another old man woke up slowly, listened to the complaints next to him, and echoed: "Bear with it, this is the only soul river in the prison world, what dies on the ground, what fish will come out here, too many peacocks died at once, and all the finch souls are pouring here, and it is impossible to ......change the taste in a short time."

No wonder the river is silent, because this one is not an ordinary river at all, but a river of souls.

The river was pitch black and bottomless, and all the souls that roamed inside were alive and dead.

These two old men are like soul keepers.

The Soul River is the only way for the soul to go to the River Styx after the death of the soul in the Divine Realm, and here, it is necessary for the soul keeper to guard it to ensure that the soul enters the River Styx in a proper manner, and then enters reincarnation.

As for some of the unjust souls in Hanoi who were very resentful and refused to settle down, and tried to swim back to the Yang Realm to disturb the order of heaven and earth, they would be fished out with fishing rods and put into fishing baskets for food.

Therefore, the fish caught by the two soul keepers is not a real fish at all, but a peacock resentful soul!

The two old men don't know how many thousands of years they have been fishing on the edge of the Black River, and they are used to seeing the changes in the world, but in their opinion, the most interesting thing is the past two thousand years.

In the past two thousand years, because of one person, the resentful spirits in the Black River have flooded many times.

The old man stared at the flowing Black River, and then said: "One hundred thousand peacock souls poured into the Black River overnight, and in this case, nine times out of ten, the clan was wiped out. The scene in front of me is similar to when we fished for phoenix fish hundreds of years ago!"

The old man raised the fishing rod in his hand, and as the rod shook, the slender fishing line drew a twisted arc in the clouds, and with a ding dong, the bait fell back into the soul river.

He squinted, looked at the location where the bait fell, and said quietly: "Of course it is, because this time, it was also made by the old grandson." ”

"Your grandson?" the other old man was confused for a moment and asked, "We have been fishing together for tens of thousands of years, how come I don't know that you have a grandson? Who is your grandson?"

The old man said smugly: "Who else can it be besides the little cub?"

When the other old man heard this, he thought of who the little young cub in his mouth was, and immediately snorted and scolded: "You will put gold on your old face!

The old man said proudly: "According to the generation, the little cub really wants to call the old man grandpa, and the old man said that the little cub is my grandson, what's wrong?"

"Rely on the old and sell the old!" Another old man said sarcastically: "I want to be a grandfather for the little cub, according to your words, the immortal venerable of the Immortal Medicine Garden is not allowed to call you father?"

"Ah......h The villain has no intention of offending, and please be magnanimous and ignore the villain's faults......"

"Aren't you also an old fisherman, and you still want other young cubs to call you grandpa!" the other old man laughed triumphantly, and at this moment, he felt that a fish seemed to be hooked on his side, pulling the fishing line violently under the black water, and the movement was not small.

"It's not your ordinary grudge!" he weighed, his old eyes shining.

Generally, the more resentful the soul, the more difficult it is to catch them, but letting them return to the yang world will inevitably cause chaos.

They fish, but also to maintain order in the yang world. For them, even food, these resentful spirits are merit.