In fact, Du Ruo only said that the still river in front of him is called Huangquan River. But it actually has another name, called the Santu River, which is the dividing line between life and death, and after crossing this river, there is no turning back for the living.

Therefore, Du Ruo's trip is naturally full of dangers.

If the soul of the fat tiger has not been escorted across the Santu River by the yincha, Du Ruo can easily intercept the soul by discussing with the yin cha and then burning some ingots gold and silver for him, but unfortunately the fat tiger has been dead for several days. His soul had already crossed the Santu River and crossed Mount Kongo.

However, Du Ruo heard Qingyun say that as long as the fat tiger has not crossed the Nai He Bridge to drink Meng Po soup, there will be a great turnaround. Besides, he is a thousand-year-old demon, presumably the judge will not deal with him like he does with the souls of ordinary mortals.

If there is no accident, he should still be in the capital city at this moment.

Du Ruo thought of the fat tiger, and couldn't help but worry.

In fact, she was not worried about her own safety. Before she left, Qingyun had given her a short sword, this short sword was Qingyun's natal magic weapon before he became the demon emperor, and it was connected to his mind, if Du Ruo encountered danger, he would naturally be able to sense it. At that time, he won't care if the demonic nature in his body will be stimulated by the yin qi of the netherworld, even if he turns the underworld upside down, he will save her.

Qingyun is a demon emperor, an existence comparable to an ancient god, even if she doesn't know that this short sword is his natal magic weapon, she can guess that this is definitely not an ordinary magic weapon. Therefore, when she thought of Qingyun, she felt faintly comforted in her heart, but she was not so afraid.

It's just a fat tiger, she is afraid that his soul has been sent to reincarnation, and she can't wait for her to save him.

Thinking of this, she was a little anxious.

And in the thick fog in the distance, there seems to be movement at last.

Although it was not very clear, Du Ruo could clearly hear the sound of water and oars.

The voice was getting closer. In the depths of the fog, a small boat is drifting in.

The ship was extremely fast, and in just a few moments, it came from the depths of the fog far away, and the shadow of the ship could already be clearly seen.

It was bigger than Du Ruo imagined, not the size of a fishing boat, but like the size of a painting boat when mortals in the human world were swimming in the lake, but it was less ornate in comparison, and everything was very simple.

This kind of boat, rowing is generally at the stern. Therefore, Du Ruo only saw a figure vaguely, and he couldn't see it clearly.

The ship got closer and closer, and finally came to the range of the wreckage of the ship.

Within this range, there were all kinds of shipwrecks floating, but this ship came like this, as if an invisible force pushed the shipwrecks away in advance, and in short, it did not hit any of them.

And at this distance, Du Ruo finally saw the rowing man clearly. It was an old man with a pale and thin countenance, and the words of the quail cloth to describe the beggar's clothes were not enough to describe the wornness of his clothes, but they were not dirty, but on the contrary, white.

Du Ruo couldn't see his face clearly, and even the closer she was, she always felt that his face was hidden in the thick fog.

"Boom", the ship finally came to shore.

Du Ruo still felt that he couldn't see the old man's face clearly, but he was obviously standing in front of him. But she had a feeling that the next moment she saw him, she would immediately forget what he looked like, a mysterious feeling she really didn't know how to describe.

"The waters of these three rivers have been stagnant countless times, but each time I didn't have to cross the river, but this time it was an exception. The old man opened his mouth suddenly, and his voice was as withered as his body, but it was loud and loud.

Du Ruo was inexplicable when she heard it, she only knew the Huangquan River, but she had never heard of the Santu River. And from the old man's words, the stillness of the river seemed to have something to do with her. She was a little confused.

Although she was puzzled, she could guess that the old man in front of her was by no means an ordinary ghost immortal. After saluting the old man according to the etiquette of the Taoist juniors greeting the elders, Du Ruo said: "I have something important to go to the underworld, and I hope that the old immortal will cross me." ”

The old man looked at Du Ruo twice, and said unhurriedly: "Since I am here, I naturally want to cross you." Let's get on board. ”

Du Ruo smiled, saluted him again, and thanked him. Then he stepped onto the boat.

It was only three hours since Qingyun crossed the stone monument, but Du Ruo felt like a world away from this boat.

Under the purple-red sky, Du Ruo's heart inexplicably gave birth to a sadness, but she didn't know why this sadness arose.

Her gaze fell on the miraculous old man in front of her. He rowed calmly, and Du Ruo sat cross-legged beside him.

He didn't look at Du Ruo, nor did he look ahead, but just lowered his head slightly, as if looking at the water under the boat that was pushed away by the wood pulp.

Du Ruo couldn't help but be a little curious when he thought of what he said when he first came. After thinking about it, she asked, "Why is this river still?"

As if a little surprised, the old man's action of pushing the oars was obviously half a beat slower. After a while, he replied: "I am just the ferryman on the river of these three routes, and I am only responsible for sending people who are destined to go on a journey, and I never interfere with anything, so you still have to find the answer yourself." ”

What he said was inexplicable, and Du Ruo felt even more confused. By mistake, she asked again, "Do you know the purpose of my trip to the underworld?"

Rarely, the old man glanced back at Du Ruo.

At this glance, Du Ruo finally saw his face clearly.

He looked too old, wrinkled, and most of his face was hidden in a gray-white beard, and his eyes were a little cloudy.

His tone was flat, slow, and he had a strength of his own. He said to Du Ruo: "Those who should go always have to go, and those who shouldn't go, the boat will not appear." Whether it is a human being or a god, you can see the beginning, and you can't expect the end, but in the end you haven't taken the path you should go? You went to this underworld just to find people, but I don't know whether you are alive or dead. ”

Du Ruo didn't guess that he would say such a thing. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that this was the truth, so he stopped the doubt in his heart and stopped talking.

It's just that the old man seemed to have opened the conversation, and said, "Are those flowers on the other side beautiful?"

Following the old man's words, Du Ruo looked ahead.

At some point, the ship was about to dock.

And on the shore, the sky was covered with blood-like crimson flowers.

Du Ruo was a little distracted, is this the legendary flower blooming on the Huangquan Road?