In the darkness, Yang Feixue felt like a flat boat, drifting with the water, and gradually, Yang Feixue felt that her body was sinking towards the boundless darkness below, sinking, as if being wrapped in silt, making Yang Feixue feel powerful.

The heavy body kept falling, making Yang Feixue feel tired, and at this time, a bright light came, and then, Yang Feixue found that he was already on a plain.

I saw that the plain where Yang Feixue was located was endless, and the only main color of the plain was the deep gray, whether it was the barren land with no grass or the sky covered by dark clouds, the lifeless plain was full of a depressing dead silence, and the dark sky gave people an unbearable depression.

Dragging her heavy footsteps, Yang Feixue walked aimlessly towards the front, and she didn't know how long she had walked, Yang Feixue saw that there were a large number of figures in front of her, and she quickened her pace and walked to the figures, and Yang Feixue found that these people were all pale and were lining up.

"Excuse me, what kind of place is this?" Looking at a woman with a pale face in front of her, Yang Feixue asked the woman, only to see that the woman's eyes were blank and she looked lifeless.

After hearing Yang Feixue's words, the woman turned her head and said, "Line up, only by lining up can you move forward......

Looking at the woman who remained silent after saying a word, Yang Feixue asked others a little inexplicably, but the answer she got was the same, they all asked Yang Feixue to line up, and seeing that the end of the line was not far away, Yang Feixue thought for a while, and then walked to the end of the line and lined up.

Time gradually passed, and there were people with pale faces who joined the queue, and these people did not have any anger in their eyes, they looked sluggish, and they would not answer even if they asked, but just walked forward indifferently.

I don't know how long it took, finally, it was Yang Feixue's turn, I saw that in front of Yang Feixue's eyes, the original boundless plain disappeared, as if entering another space, in front, a rushing river flowing with yellow turbidity river water appeared in front of Yang Feixue's eyes, and in front, an arch bridge across the river looked antique, and there was a building sign on the bridge, with the words 'Nai He Bridge' written on it.

And on the side of the bridge, a huge stone is engraved with three blood-colored characters of Sansheng Stone, and every person with a pale face will be led by a man in black to touch this stone before crossing the bridge, and after these people touch the stone, they will step on the bridge and walk towards the other side of the bridge.

"Here...... What is the place?Sansheng Stone?Nai He Bridge?Why did I come here?" Looking at the strange scene in front of her, Yang Feixue said in surprise, and at this time, a man in black came to Yang Feixue's side and said: "The dust is over in this life, I have touched the Sansheng Stone, and I have done everything in this life, that is, I have crossed the Nai He Bridge." ”

"I don't know what kind of place this is, and I won't touch any Sansheng Stone, here, what kind of place is it, why am I here?" Looking at the man in black coldly, Yang Feixue said At the same time, his body also had vitality.

"This is the realm of the Yellow Spring, where after a person dies, the soul will be judged by Yama and enter the six realms of reincarnation. An emotionless voice sounded, and the man in black said to Yang Feixue.

"Huang Quan? do you mean that I ...... Already dead?"

"Only the dead can step into the realm of Yellow Springs. The voice was still indifferent, and the man in black continued to say to Yang Feixue: "Lost soul, touch the Sansheng Stone, cross the Nai He Bridge, and stand on the Wangxiang Platform, and your sins will be cleansed." ”

"Pretend to be a ghost!!" The ice sword shot out, penetrating the man in black in an instant, but the ice sword passed directly through the man in black, and it couldn't hurt the man in black for half a point, and as soon as the man in black's hand slowly clenched, Yang Feixue felt that he was restrained by a powerful force.

"It's ...... What's going on?" In the horror in his heart, Yang Feixue's body involuntarily followed the instructions of the man in black and walked in front of the Sansheng Stone, and then, Yang Feixue's hand gently pressed on the Sansheng Stone.

Scenes of strange images kept passing through Yang Feixue's mind, and the lives of the three people were presented in Yang Feixue's mind as if they were high-speed films, and one of them was Yang Feixue herself, and Yang Feixue's own image was shocked when she passed through the ice crystal channel and lay down in the strange hall.

"I ...... Am I really dead at that time? No! I can't die yet! I can't!" The last moment he saw the image, he was lying on the ground covered in blood, Yang Feixue was stunned for a while, and at this time, the man in black said: "I have no fate in this life, why force it?"

After the man in black finished speaking, Yang Feixue found that his body was leaving the Sansheng Stone and walking towards the Nai He Bridge, and the water of the Lechuan River was surging and flowing, just like a human memory, with the continuous flow of time, walking on the Nai He Bridge, Yang Feixue gradually felt that his mind became confused, and his hands and feet became heavier and heavier.

The bridge is not long, but Yang Feixue is walking very slowly, when Yang Feixue walked across the bridge, a pair of eyes that were originally radiant, has become dim, and then, Yang Feixue took heavy steps, walked on an earthen platform, and below the earthen platform is a stone tablet engraved with the word "Wangxiangtai".

Looking back at the other side of the surging river, Yang Feixue felt a burst of confusion, and her expression showed a painful look from time to time, at this time, an old woman with a kind face and a cane. He came to Yang Feixue with the bowl, handed the bowl in his hand with a smile, and said, "It's painful, isn't it? Drink Meng Po soup, forget about this life, and everything will be scattered with the wind." ”

The Meng Po soup exuded a temptation that people couldn't refuse, and people couldn't help but drink it, involuntarily, Yang Feixue took the soup bowl of Meng Po soup, and at this time, Yang Feixue, who had been stunned, suddenly had a look of struggle on his face.

"What's the matter? Drink it quickly, as soon as you drink Meng Po soup, all the pain will be gone with the wind, and you will have nothing to do with this world again, and you will be able to be liberated from the pain. Seeing Yang Feixue's struggling look on her face, Meng Po said to Yang Feixue.

"No...... Right...... I'm ...... now Can't die...... I want to see him......" The hand holding Meng Po soup kept trembling, and the slightest yellow and turbid soup continued to overflow, and Yang Feixue said to Meng Po in a trembling voice.

"Why can't you die? Who are you going to see? Why are you so insistent?" Still smiling kindly, Meng Po continued to ask.

(End of chapter)