The Dust Drink woke up that night.

Ruoli had just come out of the bathroom, holding a hair dryer and preparing to blow his hair.

After waking up, he took the hair dryer.

Ruoli shook his hand and refused: "You don't need to blow it, you go and lie down, aren't you dizzy." ”

Styx did not compromise, and said loudly: "I like you, I want to spoil you, I want to be good to you, I want to blow your hair." ”

The dust is like this, and it is difficult to refuse if you leave.

The dust blew very carefully, and every direction on the head did not leak.

Stygian Dust treats Ruoli very seriously, everything is very serious, no matter how big or small.

Ruoli held his cheek with his hand, and then looked at the dust.

"When are we going to the underworld?"

Ruoli's hair happened to be dry, and then Shenchen turned off the hair dryer, and put the hair dryer away after turning it off.

Ruoli is still in the same place, holding his cheek with his hand, waiting for the dust to come.

Styx put the hair dryer and came back.

"Go, let's sleep for a while, and wait until it's almost twelve o'clock in the evening, and then we'll go again."

Ruoli didn't expect to mention it, and then Shenchen said to go today.

Styx carried the man who was thinking with his face in his arms to the bed.

Thoughtfully cover the quilt and then cover yourself again.

Then both of them fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, when Ruoli was sleeping soundly, the dust woke up Ruoli.

If you don't open your eyes, you'll be pulled up by the dust.

"It's twelve, it's time for us to go."

Ruoli's clothes had already been changed in the middle of the dust.

Ruoli is like a pendant, hanging on the body of the dead dust.

Styx put his hand on her, afraid that she would fall from him.

Later, if you are so sleepy that you can't walk.

Then Styx picked her up.

Ruoli fell asleep in the arms of the dust.

The road is long, there is no light, and there is no pause in the pace of progress.

The cold air invaded the back of the Stygian Dust, the cold was biting, and the Stygian Dust used his mana to resist the cold, and a light purple halo overflowed around his body, enveloping Ruoli and the Stygian Dust.

It was very dark, and Shenchen subconsciously lowered his head, looked at Ruoli, whether he had slept well, and finally found that he couldn't see anything, but the warmth in his hand told Mingchen that Ruoli was fine.

A smile hung on the corner of Styx's mouth, fleeting, and then continued to move forward.

I feel that the line of sight around me is getting better and better, the light is getting better and better, and the air conditioning around me is not so exaggerated.

Styx woke up with a shout.

Ruoli had slept enough, got out of the arms of the Stygian Dust, and then walked forward with the Stygian Dust.

To the brightest place, there was a river, a very bright river, a river that did not know where it ended.

Although there is no end, it is called a river.

Ruoli and Shenchen stood on the shore, and there was light everywhere they looked.

Ruoli couldn't help but exclaim: "It's so beautiful, there is such a beautiful place in the underworld?" ”

Styx signed his hand: "Everything in the underworld has its own story, although it is beautiful, it must be miserable." This piece of light, innumerable, very bright and beautiful, but every light is a very vicious person, who fills the river with their souls, and lives in this river, never going out. ”

It was originally a beautiful place, but if you listen to the explanation of the dark dust, you will no longer be able to feel that this place is beautiful.

The surface of the river is very calm, and it is actually no different from the ordinary river, if there must be any difference, it is that the surface of the river here is shining brightly and beautiful.

The two of them hadn't been standing here for long, when an old man came who was holding the boat.

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, and his hair was all white, but there was no trace of tiredness on his face, but it gave people a feeling of vitality.

The old man's hand was particularly strong, looking at the river some distance away, and he sailed in front of him for a long time.

Mingchen felt familiar with the road, and took Ruoli's hand and got on the boat.

The old man did not speak, did not wait for anyone, did not stay.

And so it went back and forth.

Ruoli didn't want to be as quiet as the dust: "Old man, how many years have you been ferrying here?" ”

The old man paddled slowly, recovering at the same speed as driving, slowly.

"When I came, half of the river was dark, but now there is no darkness on the surface of the river, but everywhere there is soul, everywhere there is light."

As soon as the old man had finished replying, the ship suddenly stopped moving, and it seemed that there were countless souls at the bottom of the boat trying to pull them down.

Ruoli was a little scared, but pretended to be calm.

Styx wanted to make a move, but his hand was already raised, and finally he saw the old man shaking his hand, and then put his hand down again.

The old man took the oar and poked it into the river, and so on twice, and then the spirits around him were honest.

The two sighed that they were worried in vain, if they really couldn't subdue these, this old man probably wouldn't be here.

There was a small episode, but it didn't affect the three of them anything.

Then move on.

This time the old man asked, "Why are you doing here?" It's not a good place. ”

Ruoli said, "I lost something, and here is someone who may be able to help me find it." ”

The old man didn't ask any further.

In life, how can there be a person who does not lose things.

I don't know how long it will take to get to the end of the road, if I ask the dust several times in the middle? Every time Styx replies is fast, fast.

After a long time of feeling like Ruoli, it finally arrived.

The boatman did not say a word of goodbye, did not give up at all, and left when he arrived at the shore.

If you look back at the road that the boatman has walked, and then find that this road is actually very close, not so far, but because you don't know where the end is, the road is so urgent and it seems so long.

They both took a good look at the river, and then turned their heads forward.

For Meng Po, Shen Chen naturally heard of it.

'Meng Po Pavilion'.

Styx took Ruoli with him, avoiding the ghosts and ghosts that needed to be avoided all the way, and then came to Meng Po Pavilion.

Meng Po is serving soup to a passing ghost.

Those who are eager to forget and get a new life will drink this bowl of soup the fastest, and some ghosts will be forced to drink soup by ghosts if they are reluctant to give up on the earthly world.

Most of the faces are calm, and a few have a bout on their faces.

Some of their faces were already full of tears, their eyelids and walnuts could be compared, and they covered their chests, hoping that Meng Po would not give soup.

Those who were rushing and tearing were all talking, but Meng Po never had a trace of expression on her face.

These people have all been investigated by Meng Po and Hades, and they can be reincarnated, and they only need to pour soup at the moment.

Ruoli listened to the stories told by those people, and tears were on his face, but Mingchen was expressionless.

Ruoli felt that he was the same as Meng Po, cold-blooded.

Meng Po didn't notice it at first, but then subconsciously felt that someone had been watching her, so she found the dust, and then walked towards the dust and handed over the task of delivering the soup to the ghost.