The ghost cultivators may have been accustomed to cultivating alone or something, and after getting on the raft, they either closed their eyes tightly and chose a place to meditate, or they gathered around in groups of three or five, whispering something, and no one raised a loud voice.

Luo Hengbo and Mo Ziqing were afraid that someone would see something abnormal, so they also picked up a back seat and sat down, doing pranayama, because they were wearing black clothes and black hats, others couldn't see the difference.

The raft paddled to the middle of the river and came to a steady stop.

The calm **** river, bubbling and bubbling, seems to have something to come out of the river, the river is rolling, and the cry of the unjust soul also becomes louder.

Luo Hengbo took advantage of the fact that people were not paying attention, and secretly leaned in to take a look at the river under the raft.

The river water is clear, and you can see at a glance that under the river, countless hideous souls are shouting and crying, trying to rush to the surface of the river with their teeth and claws.

The river seems to be a barrier, trapping those unjust souls and unable to move.

Luo Hengbo was shocked in his heart, God knows how many unjust souls and undead have been suppressed under the water of this river, and he can vaguely see that the more those unjust souls and undead struggle, the more unwilling they become, and from their life, streams of black gas rise, penetrate the river, disperse into the air, and become the ubiquitous black fog of the city of vain death.

The river rolled away, and several ghost cultivators with steel forks in their hands and dogheads leaned out of the river and slowly rotated around the raft, their noses still sniffing.

These kobheads yaksha is the first level of the city of vain, their noses are the most sensitive, but if the people who come in have half a point of popularity, they will be sniffed out, and then dragged into the **** river to eat alive, and the soul is suppressed under the river, and it will never be able to turn over.

The living soul has been suppressed for a long time, and it is contaminated with the black gas of other unjust souls, and it has been assimilated into unjust souls, and the resentment that is unwilling to struggle has turned into a black mist, and has become a tonic for the ghost cultivators of the dead city.

Although Luo Hengbo and Mo Ziqing had taken an elixir given by the Bai family, it was said that it could conceal the breath of the living, so that Yaksha could not smell it, but when they saw a dog's face almost coming up in front of them, with their mouths open, their canine teeth like knives, and fishy saliva dripping out, Luo Hengbo couldn't help but even breathe so much that he could barely smell it.

The koto-headed yaksha sniffed near Luo Hengbo and Mo Ziqing for a while, and slowly walked away, Luo Hengbo breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that this Bai family's elixir still has an effect.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, there was a slight commotion in front of the raft.

A panicked voice sounded, with a bit of childishness that had not changed the voice of a teenager: "Yaksha senior, I'm not a spy, I just want to come to the city of vain to do business, really, please, let me go......"

The two leaned over slightly, and found that at the front of the raft, a koshi-headed yaksha was carrying a thin boy in his hand, and the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch, which was even more terrifying.

He said vaguely: "If you want to do business, the city will naturally issue special tokens every year, find this kind of excuse, don't fool your grandfather, let's go-"

Without saying a word, he pushed the boy into the river, and only half of the scream was heard, and it was stuck in his throat.

Everyone can see clearly, as soon as the young man entered the water, he was surrounded by countless unjust souls who had long lost their minds, and in the blink of an eye, he was torn to pieces, the blood stained the river red, and the still immature white bones slowly sank to the bottom of the river......

PS: It's almost the New Year, Happy New Year, everyone~ Chenchen is going to be lazy and countdown, however, strive to end this book in February!