When Shi Yijian heard this, he was overjoyed: "Yes, brother, this is a good way, wait for you to lure the undead on the shore away first, the three of them will apply slime on their bodies, and I will mix in them, and then cast my mysterious ghost mist and quietly go ashore, do you see it?" ”

As he spoke, Shi Yijian rolled his eyes and whispered a few words, and saw a burst of ghostly mist spreading, gradually covering his whole body.

Seeing this, the green-eyed skeleton immediately said: "Although you can still smell some scents on your body, but with your ghostly mist-ridden ability, it is enough to be deceived and get through, and a few little undead on the shore are still difficult for me." ”

Just after a few people had discussed it, a small boat with the flag of the government approached, and a messenger dressed as a ghost shouted to the sacrificial bronze bell boat: "The ship in front of you should stop quickly, if you want to dock, you must pay taxes first, otherwise the law will not be merciful." ”

At this time, the green-eyed skeleton stood at the bow of the ship and said to the official boat that came over: "I have a navigation token from the underworld, you can check it." With that, he threw Shi Yijian's river patrol token into the hands of the ghost.

The ghost took a look, hurriedly threw the river patrol token back into the hands of the green-eyed skeleton, and said respectfully: "It turned out to be an adult's boat, and the villain has offended a lot, and I hope the adult will forgive me." As he spoke, he beckoned his subordinates to quickly get out of the way and let the sacrificial bronze bell boat come to the shore.

As the bow of the boat landed, at the time of parting, Shi Yijian couldn't help but hold the hand of the green-eyed skeleton: "Brother, this farewell, I don't know when we will be able to meet again, thank you for your kindness, I am here to kowtow to you." With that, he knelt on the deck with his knees limp, ready to salute.

The green-eyed skull was quick, and he helped him up, quite moved, he patted Shi Yijian's arm and said: "Between brothers, why do you have so many fancy and live well, it is the best thank you to me, cherish, brother, goodbye." ”

As he spoke, as soon as he jumped ashore, he held up the river patrol token and shouted at the ghosts and undead on the shore, leading them to the other side.

Seeing this, Shi Yijian hurriedly cast the mist, jumped onto the shore with the three demon spirits, and quietly slipped away from the other side.

Shi Yijian remembered that there was a record in the memoir notes of the third prince that the Netherworld Mansion was located in the direction of due north, and the gossip was a kan, which belonged to the water level, and the water was yin, that is, as long as he went all the way to the south and walked along the road, he would definitely be able to get out of the Netherworld.

The rat spirit has the strongest perception ability, and the weasel is in the front, Shi Yijian is holding the golden compass to identify the direction in the center, and the three-headed snake is responsible for breaking the rear, and the three spirits are alone, all the way along the uneven gravel mountain to the south.

The sky here is dim, the surroundings are silent, there are no trees and no grass, some are just oncoming gusts of wind, just like the middle of the night in the wilderness in the winter, the night is dark and the wind is high, and the cold wind is blowing, blowing in Shi Yijian's body, it is so cold to the bone.

I don't know how long I walked, the rat spirit suddenly stood up, stopped, ran to Shi Yijian's side, and whispered, "There seems to be movement ahead." ”

Shi Yijian quietly walked to the top of a hillside, looked out, and saw a flat open road in the distance, this wide avenue is like a highway, lying straight and straight, and he can't see it at a glance, he was excited in his heart, this may be the legendary eight hundred miles of Huangquan Road.

The three spirits were lying on the hillside alone, and they saw that the leader was riding a high-headed horse, shouting loudly, and a group of Yin soldiers and ghosts followed closely behind, pressing many dead souls to rush to this side.

Shi Yijian was worried that something strange would happen, so he immediately used a ghost mist to cover up a few of them, and as many Yin soldiers and ghost soldiers gradually moved away, he exhaled a long breath, rested for a while, and continued to walk along the edge of Huangquan Road.

As time passed, the dark sky gradually began to become a little brighter, but this brightness was like the darkness of the dark clouds before the storm.

At this time, a large crack more than ten meters wide suddenly appeared under Shi Yijian's feet, and under the crack, there was a bottomless abyss. He looked in the distance and saw a long wide bridge leading to the other side.

Shi Yijian was happy in his heart, and was about to beckon the three demon spirits to walk quietly towards the bridge, but when he got closer, he found that this place was heavily guarded, and there were many Yin soldiers on the opposite side of the bridge.

When Shi Yijian saw it, he guessed that this should be the Nai He Bridge. As the so-called Huangquan Road, there are no old and young, but there are flesh and blood on the bridge. It should mean that I drank the Meng Po soup on the Nai He Bridge, and since then the yin and yang have been separated.

Just as Shi Yijian was thinking about how to cross the bridge, he suddenly heard a weasel chanting: "Huangquan Avenue is not easy to walk, and the ethereal road goes down to the end of the world." The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, and the miserable future is more like home. Little stone, isn't this the way we have to go? ”

The rat spirit slowly moved to the edge of the crack with his buttocks, stretched out his little head to look ahead, and said, "There are cliffs below, and there is no place to put your feet at all. According to what Ben Daxian saw, he simply broke through the bridge, maybe there was still a glimmer of life. ”

When the three-headed snake heard this, he also had an urge to try, but he was stopped by Shi Yijian. Breaking into the Nai He Bridge is something that only an extraordinary saint like Sun Wukong can do. At this time, he was tired and hungry, so he had to take out two fruits from the spatial ring as food.

Shi Yijian sat on the edge of the cliff, hesitated for a long time, but still gritted his teeth and said: "Ethereal road to the end of the world, if the verses in the dream are a guide, I will definitely not die easily." ”

With that, he put the three demon spirits into the magic weapon, pulled out the military dagger, and searched back and forth for a long time, and finally grabbed the stone tightly with both hands on a raised stone, and stepped on the cliff rock with one foot.

With each step Shi Yijian, the toe of his shoe would rub back and forth on the raised stone wall, trying to widen the dent and give the whole foot room to foothold. The next step is to dig a hole with the dagger in front of his chest or under his feet, and then reach into it, and use the strength of his arm to hold the weight of his whole body, so as not to stumble into hatred for eternity.

Although it was not as strenuous to climb down the cliff, but after a long time, Shi Yijian was tired enough, and he went down to a flat and open stone in the cliff, his hands were already trembling and his body was weak.

Shi Yijian curled up in the cliff, looking at the sky and the ground, there was really a sense of despair that wanted to cry without tears. Maybe he was too sleepy, listening to the cold wind howling between the mountain passes, and before he knew it, Shi Yijian began to fall asleep.

In his sleep, he saw Li Tong kneeling in front of the mourning hall wearing linen and filial piety and whimpering, holding a sleeping baby tightly in his hand.

In the mourning hall, there was a sudden gust of yin wind, and the ashes of paper money burning in the brazier drifted everywhere with the yin wind, and suddenly, a long black shadow burst out of the brazier, and reached out to grab the baby in Li Tong's arms.

Shi Yijian's heart jumped suddenly, and he immediately rushed towards the black shadow, in a daze, he only felt that his body was light, and his body seemed to be constantly falling.

Shi Yijian woke up instantly, opened his eyes and looked, only to feel that the whole world was covered by endless colorful petals, and people walking in it were like a lonely boat in the vast sea, swaying with the waves, floating uncertainly.

Shi Yijian's heart sank, and he immediately summoned the three great immortals to come out to ask about the situation, but no matter how loudly he shouted, the three demon spirits residing in the magic weapon seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and even the space ring was completely unresponsive.

Shi Yijian mistakenly thought that he was still asleep, so he slapped his face a few times, and there was a hot pain in his old face, and he finally realized that this was not a dream.

In this sea of colorful petals, Shi Yijian did his best, whether it was long-distance running, jumping, or using the True Eye, but in addition to the continuous blooming and falling flowers in the sky, everything here seemed so dreamlike.

After being anxious, Shi Yijian's mind was empty, and he seemed to have nothing to do except lie in the ocean petals and chase the waves. He kept thinking that since he had gone to the end of the world, how to explain the poem that the flowers on the other side bloomed on the other side, and the miserable future was more like home?

It seems that the concept of time has been lost here, there is no night, there is no day, and some are just the undulating thoughts in Shi Yijian's heart.

I don't know how long it took, he suddenly moved in his heart, and thought of a case in the memoirs of the third prince, saying that in the national period, a merchant in a city took two of his men to the house of a hunter in the countryside and mountains to collect animal skins, because he was delayed on the road for some time, and it was already evening when he went back, so he casually ate here for a full meal before leaving.

It just so happened that the old hunter came back from hunting a few pheasants a few days ago, and there were some home-brewed medicinal wine at home, and several old men were drinking medicinal wine while eating wild meat, and before they knew it, it was already late at night.

Since the animal skins were to be collected by the guests tomorrow morning, the merchants did not dare to linger longer, and after giving some money for the meal, they let their men hurry back to the city with their donkeys.

That night, when the night was dark and windy, the three of them were hurrying along the uninhabited country lanes, and as they walked, the merchant began to feel that something was wrong. He remembered that he had already walked this road before, and that there were several new graves next to it, and that there were paper money scattered all over the ground, but he remembered it vividly.

The merchant muttered in his heart, thinking that he was drunk on his brain and saw the wrong eye, so he asked the two guys around him, it was okay not to ask, and when he asked, he immediately frightened the three people, and they couldn't help but speed up their pace, and fled all the way in a panic, but they just walked on the front foot, and the back foot came to the same place.

At this moment, the three of them were terrified, the three souls were gone, and they didn't even care about the two carts of fur, so they immediately ran away, but no matter how they ran, they never managed to get out of this ghost place.

Perhaps it was because they were too tired from running, and the timidity in their hearts had dissipated a lot, and the three of them sat down on the side of the donkey with their backs to the grave, panting incessantly.

The merchant was already a young man in his fifties, and he had heard from the older generation that if he encountered a ghost hitting the wall in the middle of the night and couldn't tell the direction, he would soak a soak of feces and urine on the ground, so that he could break the ghost and return to the original path.

The three of them rushed to the doctor, regardless of whether it worked or not, so they turned around and faced several graves, took off their pants tremblingly, and held back a bubble of yellow urine, and the three men and two donkeys finally returned to the city before dawn.