The fierce ghost in the river stretched out his white bone claws and continued to howl upward, scratching, and the poisonous insects opened their big mouths to devour him, and his bones were scattered by the wind blowing.

At this moment, Yang Nan was like standing on the edge of a cliff on an isolated island, and it seemed that he would fall into the rolling Lechuan River if he took any further step.

Legend has it that the water of Lethe washed away the karma of sin, and he had a feeling that as long as he took a wrong step and fell into the Lethe River, he would inevitably be in a state of no return.

The yin wind is rolling, even if his body is strong and incomparable, he feels that his bones are going to be blown to pieces, if he is an ordinary person, I am afraid that he will be blown into scum as soon as he comes up, can he still live until now?

This bridge cannot be crossed by ordinary people, but only ghosts can do it.

"What should I do?"

Yang Nan was hesitating, but at this moment, he saw a small boat rowing from the other side of the Lechuan River, and one person on the boat was swinging the boat to support the penny, leisurely, and he could vaguely hear the melodious song floating on the water of the Lechuan River.

"The ferryman of Yellow Springs?"

Yang Nan stared at the small boat, nothing special, just like a small fishing boat on an ordinary river, fluttering and fluttering in the middle of the Lechuan River.

Suddenly, countless ghosts and ghosts rushed to climb to the boat, stacking layer after layer, but where to climb up, the boat gang that ate was shocked, and all fell down, and some of the female ghosts couldn't squeeze forward, so they sat in the dark yellow spring and cried leisurely, crying this heartbreaking, heart-wrenching.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind on the Lechuan River, and the howling of resentful ghosts formed into yellow clouds, rushing straight to Xiaohan, the scene was sad, ruthless, and moving.

"Yang Nanxiao'er, you are destined to be a person, come to the boat quickly, this captain will take you for a ride and send you to the other side of the Yellow Spring, where is the person you loved in your previous life waiting for you, can't you come down?"

A compassionate Min voice suddenly resounded from the bottom of Yang Nan's heart, making Yang Nan confused for a while.

"In the past life and this life, in this life and in the past life, do I really have a lover in my past life waiting for me?"

Yang Nan muttered in his heart, after thinking about it, he was confused, and he hesitated, the voice was so kind and kind, as if it was issued by the great good man of the ninth world, but people couldn't help but believe it.

Airplanes!

The ferryman's oars suddenly raised, "What are you still hesitating, reaching the other side is your bliss, are you willing to let your lover wait another thousand years?" ”

With the words, the oar suddenly extended, enlarged, and fell on the top of Yang Nan's head, and a witty Sanskrit sound suddenly sounded, as if to lead him into the ferry boat and do the great good deeds of the ten worlds.

"Huh?"

Yang Nan suddenly found the howling ghosts on the river, restless resentful spirits, countless female ghosts were squeezing towards the boat, some dragging their tongues, and some only had heads, tearing and devouring each other, and the scene was even more miserable than that of a hell.

"If you are really kind, why do you have to cross me alone, and these thousands of people who are waiting for it can't save it?"

Yang Nan had a flash of inspiration in his heart, and he suddenly came to his senses, but he saw that the oar had come to the top of his head, like gold instead of gold, like silver instead of silver, and it was not made of wood, and a few tentacles extended out, and it was about to take root in his soul and swallow him clean.

It's just that he knows that he can't move, and now he is like stepping on the void, and if he moves, he will be swept into the Lechuan River, devoured by those ten thousand ghosts, and bitten by hundreds of insects.

Seeing that the oar was approaching the top of his head, and he couldn't avoid it, the boatman also had a hideous smile on his face.

At this moment, the two qi of yin and yang suddenly rose above Yang Nan's head, and the gas directly supported the oars steadily, and could not fall in the slightest.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Yang Nan was furious, and the fairy sword turned into a streamer and slashed out, splitting the oar in an instant, but it didn't stop, passing through the fog, and running towards the ferryman.

"Hongchen has a conscience, and he dares to resist?" The ferryman shouted, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, but he had to condense the thousands of resentful souls that rushed on the surface of the river, blocking the sword light.

There were fierce ghosts on the anger, and they desperately drilled into the fairy sword and fairy light, wanting to corrode the sword light with the resentment of the lonely soul, and the resentment was pervasive and even the ferryman below was blocked.

"Hmph, there are some means, just rely on you to pretend to be a ghost and can't spare you." Yang Nan snorted coldly, and the black and white hand that stopped in the air suddenly fell, instantly dispersing the ghost fog resentment, and then castrating on the surface of the river, stirring up monstrous waves, not only suppressing the ferryman, but also smashing the ferryboat.

Fortunately, this is in the Lechuan River, otherwise the ferryman would not be photographed as powder.

As soon as he fell into the river, the battered ferryman rushed into the distance by the waves, intending to escape by the water.

"I still want to go!"

The big black and white hand stretched out again, chasing the ferryman, all the way to the huge waves, the yellow spring rolling, the ghost roared, as if it had reached the end of the world.

The ferryman's frightened souls all rolled in the river, revealing his true body, but it was a monster with a long beard and six claws, a strange head, and scales on its back, resembling a dragon.

The monster was shrouded in ghosts and ghosts, desperately drilling to the bottom of the river, and the big black and white hands followed all the way, and the huge waves rolled up, revealing the gray riverbed below, and the white bones were covered all over the ground, and the forest was full of energy.

"Bang!" The monster was slapped at the bottom of the river by a large black and white hand.

As it was his own territory, the battered monster burrowed into the mud and sand, and finally escaped for its life, and then panicked and jumped straight into the mist.

"Lechuan River God, I have some credit for reading your thousand-year-old ferry, and spare your life, and if you dare to do anything wrong, I will definitely kill you." Yang Nan snorted and withdrew the yin and yang qi.

"Yang Nanxiao'er, this is the path of inquiry, the ghost crossing, I see how you can get by, I'm afraid you won't be trapped here." There was a voice in the ghost mist, which was really from the god of the Lethe River and the ferryman.

"The road of inquiry, the bridge of helplessness?" Yang Nan looked at the ghost mist in front of him, and hesitated again, there was no road under his feet, no roots behind him, only the yellow spring water rolling, how to pass? Is it true that you really want to jump down and learn to run away from the ferryman?

Yang Nan is sure that don't look at the ferryman who can escape in the yellow spring water, but he may not be able to, for fear that he will not be devoured by thousands of powerful ghosts and swallow it clean, otherwise it can be called the road of conscience.

But if you don't leave, you will be trapped here for the rest of your life?

Yang Nan took a step forward suddenly, but it was a false step, there was no road in front of him, but a void, he seemed to be on the edge of the bridge, and one step into the air would be a catastrophe.

"What to do? How to cross this bridge? Yang Nan tried to deduce with the Heavenly Divine Technique, but he felt that there was a road in front of him but no road, hazy and indescribable.

Suddenly, Yang Nan had an idea, closed his eyes, and only asked his heart, what did he do if he had a way in his heart?

This is a trace of his deduction with the Heavenly Divine Technique, but it is elusive, so he simply closes his eyes and steps forward according to what he feels in his heart.

Syllable!

It felt like the foot was on the ground.

(End of chapter)