Chapter 169

The underworld is lined with deep darkness.

With Ao Ling's eyesight, he can occasionally see the souls of the dead struggling in pain in the deep darkness.

And in the darkness where the souls of the dead are located, there will always be a pair of huge hands reaching out from time to time to drag back those souls who are trying to escape in vain.

Ao Ling glanced faintly as he was advancing, retracted his gaze, and continued to bury his head forward.

Passing through the underworld is the Santu River that the soul of the dead must go through.

Before the Santu River, the soul of the dead needs to go through the first judgment of the cloth-cutter.

Ao Ling watched the souls line up in a long line, and there was always a commotion at the front of the line from time to time.

Ao Ling, who is not a revenant, naturally does not need to go through this process, but in the face of the Santu River, which is rushing with the sound of resentful soul wailing, even if he is a big demon, he can't directly set foot in it, let alone fly over.

The black-haired dog demon stood on the bank of the Santu River, looking for the dock.

The banks of this rushing river of resentful spirits were silent, except for the clusters of ominous yellow spring flowers that bloomed, and there was only a desperate dead desolation.

And a dilapidated ferry port was so big that it poked its head out of the flaming yellow spring flowers, and even the wooden planks looked so corroded and dilapidated that they would fall apart at any moment, and it looked insincere.

What is even more insincere are the small boats moored at the ferry that are even more dilapidated than the ferry.

The boat was really small, and it looked like it could only accommodate one person, plus a ferryman standing at the stern of the boat.

The boats were constantly battered by the resentful spirits of the Santu River, and some of them even had cracks, and a thin layer of river water had accumulated on the bottom of the boat, emitting a rotten stench.

These ships are the tools to carry the souls of the dead who have been judged by the pickpockets to cross the Santu River.

Depending on the situation, those dilapidated ships should be there for people who have committed different crimes, and the more serious the crime, the more dilapidated the ships traveled.

Ao Ling glanced up at the boats and ferrymen who came from the other side of the river from a distance with bamboo poles breaking the waves, thought about it, and directly crossed the souls waiting to cross the river, and stood in front of the ferryman.

The ferryman shrunk his neck, feeling that he was unlucky enough.

There are many examples of big demons breaking into the Yellow Spring, all of which are making a fuss in the Yellow Spring, and leaving only after their purpose is achieved.

There are also a small number of people who angered the goddess of Huangquan and died directly in Huangquan.

But no matter what the final result is, when a big demon appears in Huangquan, it often means that those of them who work in Huangquan will be unlucky.

The ferryman thought and showed a flattering smile, "Big, adult, you ......"

"I need to cross the river." Ao Ling's attitude towards this kind of public official is still very mild - in fact, he is gentle towards most living things.

The black-haired youkai smiled slightly, although the smile still did not hide its anxiety and restlessness, but it was full of sincerity, "What should a youkai like me do if he wants to cross the river?" ”

The ferryman was stunned, and looked at the big monster in front of him with some surprise.

He also thought that he would be dragged by this big monster and asked to cross the river directly.

——In the past, when he encountered the big monster who broke into the Yellow Spring unreasonably, he was always treated unreasonably like this.

Faced with that, the ferryman would choose to take them across the river in one of the most dilapidated boats, and then when they reached the middle of the Santu River, they would simply kick the boat overturned.

As long as there is no accident before getting on the boat, the ferryman can pit most of the youkai to death in the Santu River.

He himself could have escaped in the Santu River, but those youkai couldn't.

It's just that crossing the river with someone who has not been tried by a pickpocket, even if the boat capsizes halfway, is against the rules.

Ferrymen are always penalized afterwards.

But if you talk well from the beginning, this matter is actually negotiable.

The ferryman glanced at the anxiety between the eyebrows of the big monster in front of him, thought for a while, and said, "I can tell you the safest way and give you the best boat, but I can't ferry you for you." ”

Well, there are always loopholes that can be exploited.

The ferryman handed Ao Ling the bamboo pole in his hand and told him where to drop the pole on the river surface so that he could hold up to the reef at the bottom of the river that was specially supported for crossing the river.

This is also known as the safest shipping lane.

After making sure that Ao Ling had written it down, he dragged out the boat that had been hidden all along, rarely used, and only carried people with anti-heaven merits.

A brand new ship that looks sturdy.

"The last person to ride this boat was Harumi Abe." It's rare for the ferryman to be in the mood to babble a few more words.

He had a good impression of this big demon who was suspected of being a dog demon.

Ao Ling withdrew his gaze from the river and looked at him with some surprise.

The ferryman sighed and pushed the boat to the dock, "He was summoned by the god Izanami when he crossed the river, and we thought he was going to be an oracle, but it turned out to be ......"

He even took the initiative to ask to be erased from existence.

Ao Ling shook his head, and tentatively pointed at the first place that had just been pointed out by the ferryman with a bamboo pole.

It didn't take much to hold on to the hard reef before I felt it.

"Thank you." Ao Ling nodded to the ferryman and stuffed some gold and silver into him.

The ferryman accepted it with a smile, thanked him, and then watched Ao Ling carefully prop the boat and slide into the rushing Santu River.

He pulled out another bamboo pole from the side, glanced back at the spirits at the head of the line, and pushed a dilapidated ship out.

"Get on board."

……

This kind of thing is very unfamiliar to Ao Ling, especially in the Santu River in Huangquan - if it weren't for his extraordinary strength, he could rely on the reef under the water to stabilize the boat, maybe he would have been pushed into the horn by the resentful spirit not long after he set off.

Ao Ling took a deep breath and carefully crossed the river following the route the ferryman had pointed out to him.

He placed the bamboo pole on the ferry, and as soon as he stepped on the ferry, he caught a glimpse of something in the corner of the boat, which was emitting a faint light.

- Even in the dimness of the Yellow Spring, it is not conspicuous.

Ao Ling paused, thinking that one of the passengers on the ship was Abe Harumi, so he attached himself and picked up the small, jade-like thing that looked like a broken jade.

As a result, as soon as the broken jade was in his hand, Ao Ling heard a slightly familiar voice.

“…… Ah. The voice was full of surprise, "It's not ...... Ling? ”

Ao Ling was stunned for a moment, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the broken jade in his hand.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

The voice really stood out to him.

Ao Ling glanced back at the ferryman who was about to dock, and quickly left the boat and got to the dock, walking towards the road that extended deeper from the pier.

There are several more trials after Santuchuan, and after the layers of trials are over, it will be determined where the souls of the dead should go.

- Reincarnation, or falling into hell.

Ao Ling's goal is clear.

He's going to hell.

It's also easy to find directions, just look at the places where the dead can't avoid.

"Hell over there." The voice reminded him.

"I know." Ao Ling clenched the broken jade in his hand, his footsteps did not stop, and when he reached a quiet place, he took a deep breath, "Abe Qingming? ”

The voice whispered.

"I heard that you were erased from existence by the god Izanami."

Ao Ling felt that no matter how powerful Abe Harumi was, it would be impossible for him to deceive Izanami, who was the mother of the gods.

"That's true." Abe's voice replied very calmly, "Actually, I don't know what is going on myself—after I woke up, I already had the power of faith in me. ”

Ao Ling thought about the fact that people in Kyoto wanted to build a shrine for Abe Harumi more than ten years ago.

At that time, Ao Ling had already told the Abe family about the fact that Abe Qingming had already lost his soul, but looking at the current situation, it seems that the shrine is still being built, and there are even offerings and incense.

Although I was still shocked, it was great news that Abe Haruaki's soul was still there.

Ao Ling rubbed the broken jade in his hand, "This jade? ”

"This piece of broken jade was the test sample when King Ye and I were studying the soul jade together, and it was probably sent into the Yellow Spring by them as a burial object."

As he spoke, Abe Harumi's tone looked a little helpless.

"I'm trapped in this broken jade, let alone going out, if you hadn't found it and picked it up, I wouldn't even be able to make a sound."

Ao Ling stopped talking, he was full of thoughts about King Macang Ye.

- Even if the sky falls, it is not as important as his search for King Macang Ye.

Ao Ling glanced down at the soul jade hanging on his chest, desperately absorbing the filth and miasma in the yellow spring to replenish the demonic power, and directly crashed into hell.

When you step into hell, you will see a mirror of evil.

Ao Ling watched coldly as the murders and mistakes he had created before flashed on the mirror, and many familiar and unfamiliar faces flashed, and finally in front of him, a huge mountain of swords appeared in front of him.

The sharp blades were densely packed everywhere, and many hideous-looking and ugly-looking jailers stood around, whipping the souls of the dead who had stagnated in fear and pain.

Seeing that a new person appeared, those jailers looked at it fiercely, and realized that the new one was not an ordinary revenant, but a living demon, so they all looked away and did not dare to look at it again.

"The killer will enter the mountain of swords." Abe Qingming paused, "Ling, why did you come to Huangquan?" ”

There was a hot wind blowing from the west, carrying a heavy smell of blood.

Ao Ling carefully distinguished the subtle differences in this blood, and replied, "I came to find King Ye, he may have had an accident. ”

Hearing this, Abe Qingming stayed in the broken jade and raised his eyebrows.

Ao Ling found a familiar smell in the blood, and the demonic power around him swelled into an enchantment, taking him in the direction where the smell came from.

Beyond the knife mountain is the oil pot, beyond the oil pot is the iceberg, beyond the iceberg is the steamer—next to it there are stone pressures, blood pools, and punishments, and everywhere you can see are extremely tragic punishments, which are shocking.

Ao Ling retracted his gaze.

"King Ye is a revenant." Ao Lingjin frowned and pursed his lips,