Especially the woman's eyes, following Bai Xinhan, a thousand words, there seemed to be countless things to say.

There is a kind of magic that makes Bai Xinhan unable to take his eyes off.

I could only stare at those eyes, and the whole person was in a trance.

The ghost general who walked beside her, seeing that everyone of her had walked to the front, unconsciously twisted his head back, stared at a certain place stupidly, and looked over with a jump in his heart.

only saw a touch of blue clothes disappear into the corner.

But he didn't take it to heart, in the city of vain, Bai Xinhan couldn't fly even if she had wings, and he wasn't afraid that she would turn over the palm of her hand.

Therefore, he said "bah" to the street corner, and pushed Bai Xinhan without pity at all: "Hurry up, what do you see?" What's there to see! ”

Bai Xinhan retracted her gaze, and walked forward a little unwillingly, passing around the corner, she looked back without giving up, that place had long since disappeared, leaving a touch of strange fragrance slowly dispersed.

Entering the City of the Dead is like entering another world.

The sky was dim, thick clouds were shrouded, and from time to time a few purple lightning bolts shuttled through the clouds, overcast and miserable, and the fog was shrouded, and it was blurry and difficult to see a hundred paces away.

There is always a faint ghost cry in the air, and the misery is endless, and the plants are mostly black or brown.

Only on the bank of the **** river, there are large patches of fiery red flowers on the other side.

The leaves of this flower are dark, the petals are narrow and long, bright as blood, like flames, scorching the sight, and it is the only bright color in the city of vain.

In the river, there are countless souls, crying day and night, and the yaksha of the town river comes out of the river from time to time to inspect it, and occasionally a gust of wind blows, and the flowers on the other side float into the **** river, dying half of the river red.

On the river, there is a raft on which there is a ghost cultivator in black clothes and a black hat who can't see his face clearly all year round, and crosses the **** river.

This raft only goes back and forth a day, and the raft is not big, but no matter how many ghosts repair, this raft can carry it.

This is the information given by the Bai family.

Luo Hengbo and Mo Ziqing followed the map given by the Bai family and found the entrance to the city of vain death.

The entrance is guarded by ghost cultivators, and you have to buy a teleportation stone from the ghost cultivators and enter the teleportation array before you can be teleported into the border of the city of vain death.

The two were teleported to the border, and what caught their eyes was the dazzling flowers on the other side of the **** river.

The blood-red flowers swayed with the wind, like a flame with the wind, and a faint bloody yin qi blew into the noses of the two of them along the wind, Luo Hengbo subconsciously held his breath, and his Xuan Li worked without finding anything abnormal.

But he didn't dare to be careless, so he raised his hand unintentionally and smeared a trace of detoxification spirit grass liquid on the side of his nose before he was slightly relieved.

There are not many people who have entered the city of vain death today, and Luo Hengbo and Mo Ziqing have hidden their appearances again, and they are not conspicuous when they walk in the crowd.

Following the crowd to the river, the ferryman was already rowing a raft against the bank, waiting quietly.

One person paid a Xuanjing's ferry fee and got on the raft.

This raft has been made of space secret method, it doesn't look big, but after really stepping in, I found that there is no other world, and it can be infinitely extended.

According to the news from the Bai family spies, the boat will leave at about noon, and it is almost at this moment, and then look at the shore, no one has come again, it seems that everyone has become accustomed to it, and they all rushed to the raft before noon, so as not to miss it.

As soon as noon arrived, the raft shook slightly, heading towards the opposite bank, and the ferryman only had a penny in his hand, easily pushing the raft forward.