"Don't be afraid, I can only block your hearing. Because of this Soul Crossing Sutra, you can't listen to it for too long. ”

"What the hell are they? Why follow us? I asked anxiously, but I didn't open my mouth, I just thought about it in my heart.

In this case, according to what Ye Siming has always done, I should be able to hear my "heart".

Sure enough, he ripped the robe off my mouth in approval.

"It's not a living soul, it's not a human being, it's not a ghost, it's the lowest and most sinister group of monsters in the netherworld. Because the three souls and seven spirits are incomplete and cannot enter reincarnation, they have been locked down here since the transformation of the underworld. Before the end of the day, they will turn into figurines and wait, well, the strange terracotta figurines we just saw. Ye Siming had the rare patience to explain this large pile.

"But they're still behind!" That's what I want to know and what I'm most afraid of.

"Don't be afraid, it's not following us, it's just the same destination as us." Ye Siming raised his hand and pointed forward.

I looked at the past, and it turned out that the end of the road was not far away, where the white houses were sparse and far away, and only large bright red and dazzling leafless long-necked flowers were overwhelming. In the depths of the sea of flowers, a river flows as dark as an ink pool, and a huge moss-covered stone bridge is erected on the river, and a row of white lanterns are hung on each side of the bridge railing.

This scenery is indescribably gorgeous and beautiful, but it is also awe-inspiring.

I couldn't help but hug Ye Siming's waist.

"The long days are coming to an end, and those things in the underworld are coming out." Ye Siming looked at the sides of the stone bridge with a slightly nervous expression, as if looking for something.

He hovered hundreds of meters from the sea of flowers and the stone bridge in his arms, and the immortal spirits who came passed by, and they kept looking at us with their bewitching eyes, but none of them stopped.

My heart pounded inexplicably, as if sensing an unspeakable danger.

At this moment, the figurines suddenly stopped moving forward and turned their heads towards me in unison.

The hairs all over my body stood up in unison.

The mysterious pupils that were watching were continuing to increase, and they were forced to look at the powerful pressure of hundreds of pairs of ghost eyes.

These things don't seem to want a friendly greeting.

I decisively turned my head to the night master and asked, "Why are they only staring at me?" ”

"Because you're better-looking." Ye Siming ignored his troubled skin, and insisted on opening his eyes and telling nonsense.

"But I don't think they can really appreciate beauty with their bizarre aesthetics." I would like to be truthful.

"I think they're probably taking a liking to you, they probably will—" Ye Siming smiled at the corner of his mouth, and pinched out half of his sentence unkindly.

"What will be?" I asked tremblingly, and then I couldn't hold back a little scream, and I actually screamed.

To be precise, I heard myself screaming. It turns out that as long as you stay away from Ye Siming, you can recover all the sounds.

Looks like this guy is covered in enchantments, and I'm starting to think that leaving him was the wrong decision, and that mistake could lead to something worse than turning into a ravine.

There were no other sounds in the heavens and the earth, not even the chanting of the Soul Sutra from before, only his own heartbeat and wheezing resounded discordantly in his ears.

Four cold, slippery fingers rested on his shoulder.

I jerked my head back, and the tip of my nose hit a strange face with purple lips, yellow eyes, red cheeks, and a picturesque smile.