Yang Huanzhi's steps were unusually heavy for some reason, his hand moved from his abdomen upwards, covering his heart, and frowned.

I want to take a deep breath, but there is a dull pain under the rib cage, and I slowly adjust my breathing. His body suddenly became sore, and he leaned forward directly, with a 'pop', he fell down on one knee, and his hands and arms were on the ground.

"Hiss ......."

Cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, a boulder seemed to be pressed on his back, and even his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

'Yin Chen... Yin Chen... Yin Chen......'

Although he desperately tried to get up and screamed frantically in his heart, he couldn't make a sound in his throat.

The whole person was frozen in place, and gradually, the whole body seemed to be paralyzed and unable to move.

Just when he couldn't support it anymore, his body and consciousness suddenly sank together, and he fell down rapidly.

There was still silence in his ears, and there was no sound, as if he was really the only one left in this world.

'Dead?' Am I really dead? I don't know if Yin Chen is okay......

He didn't know how long it had been, his consciousness was chaotic, and his whole body went from unbearable pain to numbness.

The body gradually became light, as if it had entered the previous chaotic state again.

It was as if he was being held up by a strange force under him, and the force that was pressing him seemed to disappear. He lifted his eyelids and looked down, a pair of inky pupils flashing with color, and the bottom of his eyes reflected a silver-blue point of light.

Yang Huanzhi floated in the air, looking around, below, there was a sea of flowers, those flowers were huge, and silver-blue points of light kept surging.

In the center of the sea of flowers, there is a large lake, and its arcs are colorful and distinct, clear and clear like a mirror, like a naturally formed ink painting.

The scent of flowers wafted into the tip of his nose, and the discomfort on his body suddenly disappeared.

In the middle of the lake is a stone building, and on its second floor, a curling cigarette smoke emerges.

In the sea of flowers below, he didn't see that there was a path to follow, so he had to recover some strength and move towards the direction of the stone building in the lake.

Although he is dead, the pain is still there, and if he falls again, he can't die again, but it hurts a lot.

'Plop'

The sound of falling water woke him up a bit, the water temperature was not as cold as he thought, and it was still a little warm.

Although he covered his mouth and nose, he still poured in a little.

His body was still weak, and he even thought that he would not be able to swim up, and his soul would return to the bottom of the lake completely.

Who would have thought that he would involuntarily float upward.

In this way, Yang Huanzhi, who was in the water, suddenly had the strength to go upstream.

In a few moments, he was on the surface......

He lay flat on the surface of the lake, blankly moving the water at his side with his hands, but did not fall into the water again.

"It's weird, could it be that this is Huangquan? And this water is the water of the River Styx? ”

"It turns out that the water of the River Styx is such that a person can float above the surface of the water without sinking."

Yang Huanzhi's eyes continued to be surprised, he raised his eyes to look at the sea of flowers, and said lightly, "That's the flower of Huangquan?" It's strange, why didn't you see the legendary Nai He Bridge and the Sansheng Stone? ”

This place seemed to arouse Yang Huanzhi's curiosity, and he had been staying in this lake, and he actually felt that the pain in his body had disappeared a lot.

And there was some itching in his heart, he lifted up his wet clothes, and when he looked closely, he saw that his injured part was healing on its own at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was a tendency to scar.

Yang Huanzhi smiled bitterly, "It turns out that the water of this Styx River is actually to help people keep a whole corpse." ”

He estimated that after nearly half an hour or so, he moved his arm again, and when the discomfort was gone, the whole person seemed to have a new life.

"It's not a way to stay here like this, it's better to go to the stone building and have a look."

Yang Huan sighed in his heart and swam towards the stone tower.

Because he calculated the angle when he fell into the water, the location of the fall was not far from the shore.

In just half an hour, they came to the shore.

Just after climbing ashore, a burst of chanting and the sound of wooden fish came to my ears.

Yang Huanzhi suddenly became more and more puzzled, how could anyone chant Buddha in the Yellow Spring?

Could it be that this place is not Yellow Spring?

He was so wet that he took off his coat and roughly wrung out the water from his body and hair, and did not forget to pour out the water from his shoes.

After tossing and turning like this, he walked to the closed stone door.

This stone building is only three stories high, but it is as ghostly as the stone building in the Qin Yu Valley, without the slightest trace of artificial polishing.

The sound of the wooden fish always lingered in his ears, and as he listened carefully, his mood became calm and stable.

"Xiaosheng Yang Huanzhi, who strayed into your realm, has a lot of trouble. Please also show up and tell Xiaosheng how to leave? ”

“......”

The sound of chanting and wooden fish above was still the same, but Yang Huanzhi never thought of breaking in, but stood quietly in front of the door, standing with his hands in his hands, and waiting peacefully.

Among Su Zhen and others, Yang Huanzhi is certainly the most dull and dull nerd, but he is a man who knows the world but is not sophisticated.

He has a gentle and humble temperament, does not like to fight, and never speaks ill of people.

His eyes were locked on the stone door, but his heart was thinking of his father.

He is the only son in the family, his mother died when he was young, and his father was unwilling to continue the strings, for fear that his stepmother would treat him harshly if he married him.

Now that he is dead, his father has nothing to rely on.

I hope that Yin Chen can leave Qin Yugu alive so that he can serve his father.

"Master Yang, the door is open, come in."

The sound upstairs stopped at some point, and the deep and low voice was like a stream of water from the lake flowing into the heart, warm and comfortable.

Raising his eyes and looking up, he bowed his head slightly, put his hands together in front of him, and bowed to the door for a long time before pacing to the door and pushing the door in.

There were no oil lamps in this stone building, but it was like daylight.

As far as the eye can see, the shelves are full.

From the outside, it should be extremely spacious inside, but now there is only a narrow road to walk through.

Yang Huanzhi turned slightly sideways as he walked by, for fear that the water on his body would soak the book or knock the shelf down.

He glanced at all the books, all of which were Buddhist scriptures.

Following the narrow path, he successfully found the steps to the second floor.

The stone walls on both sides of the stone staircase are translucent, and there is a white mist floating in them, which is hazy.

Yang Huan's heart was suspicious, but he never speculated.

I thought that the owner of this stone building was obsessed with books, and this second floor should also be full of bookshelves.

But when he pushed the door, he was stunned.

The second floor is filled with medicinal fragrance, full of precious flowers and grasses, and the most eye-catching is a tree.

The trees are full of blue-purple flowers, and they are beautiful at once.

In the house, it grows very well, in clusters, and is luxuriant.

It looks a little cold, but it is beautiful and refined.

He had seen Su Zhen paint, and she once said that it was her favorite words.

This flower is called 'Blue Jacaranda Flower'.