The Kotou Yaksha made another round of patrols before he submerged in the water and disappeared.

Luo Hengbo had seen so many killing scenes, but this kind of scene of being torn apart by the soul of the wronged and not even leaving the scum still made her a little disgusted, and buried her head in Mo Ziqing's arms.

The cold fragrance in Mo Ziqing's arms calmed Luo Hengbo's churning heart.

Mo Ziqing rubbed Luo Hengbo's hair lovingly, this girl, her heart is still so soft.

With this episode, the ghost cultivators on the raft became more and more silent, and they didn't even seem to feel the sound of breathing, except for the sound of the raft ferryman holding the bamboo artemisia across the water, there was silence all around, and even the wailing of the unjust souls at the bottom of the river gradually dissipated and faded.

The raft slowly moved forward only a few feet away, "Bang-" The raft shook, as if it had hit a reef under the river, crashed into countless small splashes, and splashed on the ghost cultivator on the raft.

This water seems to be transparent, and there is a hint of cold in it, and it drills into the skin when it gets wet, Luo Hengbo and Mo Ziqing only feel that the cold is on the skin, and they are protected by a transparent protective cover, which looks the same as the ghost cultivator next to them, but the clothes are wet a little.

But beside them, there were two ghost cultivators who were contaminated with the river water, but white smoke came out.

The faces of the two ghost cultivators changed drastically, and as soon as they stretched out their arms, they swept out several feet away and rushed towards the city of vain death.

The body was still in the middle of the river, and two black shadows flew out of the ferryman's sleeves, catching up with the two ghost cultivators like lightning, wrapping around their ankles, and with a slight shake of their hands, the two ghost cultivators were dragged back.

On the way back to the raft, the ferryman threw it off, and the two ghost cultivators were thrown into the flowers on the other side of the shore.

Originally, the petals on the other side, which were just quietly blooming, seemed to be alive, and they surged and swept the two ghost cultivators into the flowers, only to hear a few screams, and then they were silent.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but those petals on the other side seem to be a little more bright red, and they can almost drip blood.

The ferryman who easily solved the two ghost cultivators withdrew the two black shadows, and with the eyesight of Luo Hengbo and Mo Ziqing, he naturally saw that they were two long ropes, black and swarthy, and cold.

The raft slowly rowed forward again, and the atmosphere between the crowd was much better than before, and some people began to walk slowly, chatting in whispers with their surroundings.

"This trip actually only mixed in with three people to cultivate, and now the people are becoming more and more cunning, and it is not easy to trick in."

"But no, no one repaired the **** river and used the flowers on the other side as fertilizer, and we didn't have a good time in vain."

"I'm really worried, didn't we just capture White Emperor City a few days ago? Bringing back so many unjust souls is enough for our needs to waste the city for decades. Besides, with the Ghost Emperor and the Ghost Mother, the entire Shangxuan is not the world of our vain city, where do you need to worry about this! ”

……

Luo Hengbo and Mo Ziqing naturally listened to it in their hearts, silently exchanged a look, and became more and more low-key.

The raft stopped at a stone arch bridge.

There are three quaint big characters on the bridge: Nai He Bridge.

That's the name of the bridge.

A simple tea shed by the bridge, outside the shed, is a large cauldron, boiling a pot of bright brown tea, ghost cultivators will stop when they pass by.

There was no one in the tea shed, and no one looked at the pot, there was a box next to the pot, and the ghost cultivators in the past only needed to throw a piece of Xuanjing into it, and they could serve a bowl to drink.