Like a one-eyed monk who carries a "stone Buddha" and practices hard, Mochizuki Ayano doesn't know how long he has been walking in this sea of flowers with Sosuke Araki on his back.

Thankfully, she finally came to the bottom of the towering tree.

A stout tree surrounded by several people, and the intertwined strips of paper supported the lush branches and leaves like eaves.

Bounded by the giant tree, the scorched, bare earth was exposed, and there were no more flowers or plants.

Here, is the edge of that sea of flowers.

Not far behind the giant tree, a gray river can be faintly seen.

Looking back at the sea of flowers when I came, I saw a path composed of white flowers, dividing the vast and endless sea of blood into two, and under the dark red sky, it actually presented an endless poignant.

"What a beautiful ......"

In this situation, only by staying outside can we get a glimpse of the whole picture.

Mochizuki Ayano was a little stunned for a while.

"That's it, Manju Sahua, also known as the other side."

A cold female voice rang in her ears suddenly and calmly.

"Who?"

With a shake, Mochizuki Ayano put Sosuke Araki on his back on the ground and looked around vigilantly.

"There are two flowers on the other side, and Manzhu Sawa is bright red like fire, which is the flower of the underworld. The mandala is as white as snow, and it only exists in the realm of heaven and man......"

In the distance, a girl wearing a kimono, bangs, and bright red eyes like flowers on the other side is holding a pulp in one hand, standing in a flat boat on the gray river in the distance.

The bewitching patterns on her plain kimono are the same as those blooming in the sea of flowers.

Ignoring Mochizuki Ayano's question, the girl just used her pair of unfazed blood pupils to look behind the two of them stupidly.

On that snow-white road, the white flowers were intertwined with the blood-red flowers on the side.

“…… Here, before today, there has never been a mandala bloom. ”

Obviously far away, her voice was clearly like whispering in Mochizuki Ayano's ear.

"The Flower of the Other Side...... So, is this really hell......"

Keen to notice the words in the other party's words, she still took a deep breath although she expected it.

The legend of the flower on the other side, Mochizuki Ling Nai naturally has relevant memories in his mind.

Legend has it that the flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet.

It is said that the blood-colored sea of flowers is the only scenery on the way to Huangquan.

Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined for life and death.

Born in the underworld, the blood-colored manju sawa fell in love with the white mandala blooming in the heavenly realm, but was destined to never see it.

Restraining her thoughts, Mochizuki Ayano frowned slightly, and looked at the girl in the distance vigilantly.

Because, the hundred-eyed true pupil who claims to be able to see through the origin of all things can't see through this girl who suddenly appeared.

The other party doesn't have any strength around him.,I can't see anything different.,It's like an ordinary Kyoto girl.。

However, the appearance of such "ordinary people" in a place like hell is not an ordinary thing in itself.

"It's better than having no one to ask for directions."

Mochizuki Ayano simply picked up Sosuke Araki on his back and walked towards the riverside.

Whether this girl is here for good or evil, she is the only one who can communicate here.

Seeing the two walking towards her, the girl on the boat was unmoved, still standing quietly on the boat in the middle of the river.

It's as if she's been waiting there for thousands of years.

The two of them crossed the hill behind the giant tree, and their vision suddenly opened up.

Behind the knoll, along the side of the gray river that flows somewhere, is a long stretch of beach.

The wide river beach is dotted with countless high stone piles made of stones, which look like small stupas from a distance.

Beside the piles of stones, squatting or sitting, children with immature expressions were picking up stones from the ground and carefully piling them on the piles in front of them.

Because they were so quiet and focused on piling up stones, Mochizuki Ayano didn't notice their existence before.

Looking at the endless riverbank, thousands of children silently piled up dense stones, even the well-informed Mochizuki Ayano only felt so strange that his back was cold.

She could naturally see that these children were spirits.

"Here, it's Saiheyuan, and children who die early will build stones here."

The girl's emotionless explanation sounded in Mochizuki Ayano's ears again.

"What about you...... What are you doing here? ”

Mochizuki Ayano asked softly, as if she was afraid that the sound would be too loud to alarm the spirits of these children.

"I'm waiting, the people who got on the boat ......"

As soon as the girl's voice fell, next to Mochizuki Ayano, a boy about six years old, had already put the last stone on the "spire" with his fleshy hands.

“…… Only the children who fold the 'Offering Tower' are eligible to cross the Santu River and go to the other side. ”

The sharp pile of stones, trembling and shaking a few times, finally stabilized.

The boy had just smiled with joy as a stream of water rushed into the air from the gray river, turning into a vague human form and swooping down on the heap of stones.

"Don't think!"

Without hesitation, Mochizuki Ayano threw someone on his back to the ground, and subconsciously rushed forward, blocking the stone pile......

Between the waves of her eyes, the place where the humanoid water passed instantly appeared to be frozen and distorted.

Hundred Eyes Pupil Technique: Imprison.

At this moment, she is no longer a weak existence that can only control one type of pupil technique.

However, the figure that the water turned into was not limited by her pupil technique that solidified the void, and it still passed through her body without a hurry, and pounced on the pile of stones, turning into a pool of stagnant water.

Hit by the current, the balance of the stone pile that had been completed instantly collapsed, scattered into a cloud of rubble.

The smile on the boy's face disappeared in an instant.

But instead of showing any frustration or anger, he unrelentingly picked up the stones on the ground again and began to pile them up again quietly.

It was as if he had been in the same situation countless times, and it was skillfully distressing.

"What the hell is this......

Looking at this scene, Mochizuki Ayano couldn't help but be a little stunned.

"There can be no ghosts in Santu Chuanchu...... That is, the obsession of Yangshi's parents, who do not want their children to cross the Santu River and truly enter the realm of 'death'. ”

The girl in the middle of the river still explained in her calm tone.

"But I don't know that my own children are trapped in this Saiheyuan because of this, burdened with the accusation of 'unfilial piety', and build a 'offering tower' that can never be completed."

Looking at the endless river beach, the distressing stone piles, and the humanoid water that gushes out of the river from time to time and destroys the stone piles, Mochizuki Ayano's eyes are sparkling.

"Are you just waiting and watching, these kids are trapped here?"

She questioned the girl on the boat with some anger.

"When their parents are gone, or they forget their obsessions, they will be able to board the ship. However, today is different......"

In the face of the accusation, the kimono girl was still expressionless, but slightly stretched out her finger and pointed behind Mochizuki Ayano.

“…… Because, he's coming. ”

Mochizuki Ayano turned around and found that what the other party was pointing at was Sousuke Araki, who was thrown to the ground by her in a "face to the ground" position, pouting her hips, stiff all over, and maintaining a "sage" expression.