Jiang Yao knows very little about the things in the sky, but about the underworld, he has seen it in the book of his grandfather Shao Qingren, and most of them are about the underworld.

The world behind the Fire Gate is not as pure white as the Zhou Shen Mountain, but an endless deep darkness, looking down, you can't see the dust and the earth; Looking up, you can't see the sun, moon and stars. The front and back are even darker, and there is no clue.

Jiang Yao said that he walked between the two, but the only thing he could see was the steel knife and steel fork held tightly in the hand of the bull head and horse face, after all, the utensils made of yin iron for thousands of years were extremely cold and shining.

Although Jiang Yao walked in the middle, the two of them never cared about Jiang Yao's walking direction, but let him go, and the two of them just followed. And this Jiang Yao also learned later, walking on the Huangquan Road, relying on a sincere heart, for thousands of years, countless souls will always ask the soul envoy a question, that is, where do you take me? The messenger replied to the Yellow Spring Road, and the soul of the dead would identify this realm from their hearts, so that they would never lose it again.

"I said, Brother Bullhead, Brother Horse Face, are we going to go there? Am I going down to the eighteen layers of hell or am I reincarnated? After all, those who are barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes, those who are not afraid of selling their lives are not afraid of their lives, and Jiang Yao shouted at the giant in front of him again.

"See people, don't know anything else." The bull head didn't speak again, and Ma Mian replied coldly.

Of course, Jiang Yao also believed in the tacit understanding between the bull head and the horse, so he fell into silence again, and carefully pondered what words could reveal the traces of his grandmother.

"Boy, dare to think about it again, do you see the flowers on the side of the road? The two of us turned you into it, and you couldn't leave it anymore. Ma Mian pointed to the flickering red light not far ahead.

"What's that?"

"The flower of the other side." The bull head muttered.

Of course, Jiang Yao had heard of the strange flowers blooming on the Huangquan Road, and if the two of them didn't stop them, Jiang Yao walked towards the starry flowers.

When he walked into the flowers on the other side and saw that the red light was actually knee-high and swaying fiery red flowers, Jiang Yao couldn't help but bend down to see it clearly.

"Alright, let's go." Ma Mian said coldly.

Jiang Yao didn't dare not listen, and continued to walk among the flowers, but in his heart was indescribable joy, it turned out that the flowers on the other side of the ancient book could bloom so delicately and warmly in the dark void, and the fiery red even exuded light, dotting this boring and cold Huangquan Road.

It is said that this beautiful flower is transformed by a dead soul, a normal soul, after death through the land temple began to divide into two paths, all the way to heaven or Buddhism said to the world of bliss, and the other side will enter the underworld, the yang life is not exhausted or the unnatural death of the lonely soul and wild ghost can not enter the underworld, can only be floating on the Huangquan Road, over time, will turn into a flower on the other side.

The flower on the other side, although the name of the flower is as beautiful as its flower, is also the endless expectation of reincarnation......

The three of them walked on both sides of the flowers, and the further they went, the more flowers they had, the more bewitching they became. It is as if the soul of the flower still exists, still gently sighing to the thousands of souls who have passed by day and night.

The knee-high flowers gradually became more delicate with the rapid growth of the flowers, and made a squirming sound due to the face of the bull and horse, but they were still restless, and danced slightly strangely.

Of course, these thousands of flowers, how can you not envy a dead soul who is about to walk through Huangquan Road? Envy is hatred, and the bewitching flowers want to pull this child with a peculiar physique into the sea of flowers and become a member of the flowers on the other side.

The bull head and horse tacitly poked the steel knife and fork on the road where it was impossible to see what material it was, and suddenly made a loud noise, and every fiery red flower stopped restlessness in the loud noise and turned back into a quiet flower.

Jiang Yao suddenly remembered the legend of the black hole of time, reached out to look at his watch, and found that the hands had really stopped turning, and he couldn't even estimate how long he had been walking.

At the end of the flower, a slowly flowing river appeared, blocking the Huangquan Road and causing the three of them to stop.

Stopping by the river a little, the wind on the river was blowing, and the fishy wind was blowing, so that Jiang Yao, who had not eaten cereals for many days, still bent over and squatted by the river and retched, and had no intention of looking at the blood-yellow river water, and couldn't help but vomit out all the bitter water in his stomach.

Bull head and horse noodles are commonplace, wait for Jiang Yao to ease up a little. Niu Tou lowered his body and hugged Jiang Yao in his arms, and the two of them crossed the river with their tall bodies.

The more disgusting he was, the more curious Jiang Yao became, wondering what kind of scene the rumored Lechuan River was like. But looking down, there is a river, and it is clear that countless dead souls, lonely ghosts, insects, snakes, and all kinds of pests are constantly struggling and squirming in a pit, and even the wails of pain are continuous.

Jiang Yaocun took a mouthful of saliva, cleaned his mouth, and endured no longer looking at the unbelievable scene. Instead, I was fascinated by the bustle on the bridge.

One by one, the souls continue to climb a big platform, stop and watch on it, looking at it from a distance, although they can't see their expressions, they can feel the nostalgia and reluctance accumulated by this Wangxiang platform for thousands of years.

After getting off the platform, the souls of the dead went up to the bridge one by one, and an old woman who was about to carry her back to the ground was on the other side of the bridge, and bowls of soup and water were given to the passing souls to drink. The souls of the dead who did not want to drink were punched and kicked by the ghosts, or even poured directly into their mouths; Some wanted to forget the pain, but instead stretched their necks and drank the big bowl of soup. On the other hand, those who are really not disciplined and restrained are directly thrown off the bridge by the ghost and thrown into the Lethe River......

Jiang Yao walked ashore regardless of the bull's head, just looking at the old woman by the bridge, who was originally separated by yin and yang, but at this moment he had a feeling of not seeing each other for a long time.

The two messengers waded across the river, and the bull head put Jiang Yao on the ground, facing a maroon boulder, and Ma Mian dragged Jiang Yao's shoulder with one hand and put it in front of the stone, but the stone surface was still smooth as a mirror, and nothing was visible.

"Sansheng Stone?" Jiang Yao opened his sour mouth and said.

"Boy, in the past few thousand years, you are still the first mortal who can't take a picture of your past and present lives." The horse's face cast a strange look.

However, Jiang Yao squatted down and sat down, and along the way, he experienced Huangquan Road, Lichuan River, Nai He Bridge, Wangxiangtai, Meng Po Soup, and Sansheng Stone.