Tick, tick, one by one raindrops hit Xia Duoduo's body. She looked around and found that she was no longer in Aunt Meng's "Naihe". There was a thick fog everywhere, and only a bridge could be seen not far away. Xia Duoduo didn't know where she was, she had always remembered Han Ruochen's advice, and she didn't move around at will, she had no impression of how she came here.

Just when Xia Duoduo didn't know what to do, she saw a person in a red shirt walking in the direction of the bridge from a distance, and she hurriedly followed when she saw this, intending to ask what place this was.

But in a blink of an eye, there was no such person, and Xia Duoduo also came to the bridge, the rain was still falling, a little cold, Xia Duoduo sneezed, so cold that he shivered a little. At this time, the shuangyu in Xia Duoduo's hand shook spontaneously, making a crisp bell, and suddenly the thick fog dissipated, and the bridge that came into view gradually became clear.

The bridge in front of me is strangely shaped, it is actually divided into three layers, the upper layer is bright red, the middle layer is dazzling golden yellow, and the last layer is endless black. Xia Duoduo had never seen such a bridge, and he didn't know what the name of the bridge was and why it was designed like this. Xia Duoduo curiously took a few steps closer, and suddenly the enticing fragrance of flowers wafted from a distance.

Xia Duoduo realized that both sides of the bridge were full of red and delicate flowers, which swayed in the wind, and strangely did not have a single leaf. Such a discovery reminded Xia Duoduo of a flower described in the book. A kind of flower that blooms on the Huangquan Road - the flower of the other side. Xia Duoduo looked at the flowers blooming on both sides again in disbelief, they were all gathered together in an umbrella-shaped state, and the stamens grew upward, and the findings of this species were roughly similar to the flowers described in the book.

Xia Duoduo didn't dare to imagine where she had been. According to legend, the flower on the other side is the flower of hell, the flower of the soul, which only blooms on the other side of the Yellow Spring. Thinking of this, Xia Duoduo didn't dare to move forward anymore, but took a few steps back.

Just as Xia Duoduo was retreating, the person in the red shirt in front of her reappeared, and she was standing on the other side of the bridge, looking into the distance. Xia Duoduo was deeply attracted by this red figure, and she always felt that this person had an inexplicable sense of familiarity. The red figure walked again, and she stepped on a staircase in the distance, and on the staircase sat a small pavilion, and there was a plaque in the center of the pavilion, but because of a little distance, Xia Duoduo couldn't make out the words on it.

Xia Duoduo looked at the person in the distance hesitantly, finally gritted his teeth, and said softly behind him: "I'm sorry, Han Ruochen, although I promised you that you can't leave at will, but I always feel that something is calling me over there, and I have to figure out this inexplicable feeling." After saying that, Xia Duoduo stepped on the bridge.

The further I walked to the other side of the bridge, the blurred scenery became, and the fog covered everything behind me, as if there was no way out.

It turned out that the stairs on this side were very high, and the flowers on both sides were still looking at the other side, and the higher they climbed, the stronger the wind blew. Xia Duoduo was so nervous that her body stiffened, and the double purples she was wearing at this time did not know why, but they actually emitted purple light, and flashed and flashed, as if to indicate something, Xia Duoduo calmed the shuangduo and continued to climb up.

After a while, I climbed to the high point, and the words on the plaque on the pavilion above were finally clear. But because of this, Xia Duoduo was almost scared and rolled down the stairs.

This pavilion is called Meng Po Pavilion. Xia Duoduo, who seemed to realize something, suddenly looked back at the bridge he had just crossed, and the legend said that the Huangquan Road was full of flowers and leaves that could only see flowers but no leaves. At the end of the road there is a river called the Lechuan River, and there is such a bridge on the river, called Nahe Bridge.

Xia Duoduo couldn't help but feel strange, obviously she was still at Aunt Meng's last second, and she was on Huangquan Road the next second? Could it be that he is dead? Or is there a secret passage from Aunt Meng that is directly connected here? All the mysteries came one by one, Xia Duoduo suddenly felt a headache, can he still go back to the real world? Xia Duoduo couldn't help but ask in her heart.

By the way, and the red figure, she is no longer in the pavilion. Xia Duoduo climbed into the pavilion, and he could faintly smell a special fragrance in his nose, familiar and unfamiliar, and he couldn't describe the feeling. Xia Duoduo was also tired, and she rested against the pillar of the pavilion.

"Is this really the legendary Yellow Springs Road? Why isn't there even a figure here? Not even ghosts. It's so strange, I don't know what happened to Han Ruochen and them, will they have found out that I am gone, hey, really, when I go back, Han Ruochen will definitely talk to me again. ”

Xia Duoduo reluctantly looked out of the pavilion from afar, faintly, she seemed to see the red figure again, she was looking at herself, and she didn't even know if Xia Duoduo was hallucinating, she saw that person waving at her and pointing to a stone by the bridge. Xia Duoduo hurriedly stood up and decided that no matter what, he had to go and see who was teasing him and what kind of purpose he had.

On the way back, the wind changed, the rain stopped falling, and everything seemed to be quiet again.

The red figure that had been standing on the edge of the bridge disappeared again, and the opposite side of the bridge was still full of fog. Xia Duoduo found a cyan stone standing by the bridge, the stone was engraved with blood-red fonts, there were four words, Xia Duoduo read it along: "Ascend to the other side early." As soon as I finished reading, I heard a light laugh. Xia Duoduo raised his head suddenly, and looked in the direction of the sound, and there was a red figure standing on the opposite side of the bridge, which was the person who had been luring him before.

This time, Xia Duoduo was able to clearly see this person's face.

The big red long skirt has blue butterflies embroidered on the cuffs, the hairpin with the same bright red flower pinned to the head, the skin is delicate and delicate like warm jade, the carmine cherry mouth is small, and the eyes are turning smartly, so beautiful that it does not eat the fireworks of the world. The corner of the woman's mouth smiled, as delicate as a delicate flower shining on the water, the wind blew the skirt, the woman turned around and quietly left, disappearing into the fog.

Xia Duoduo hurriedly shouted: "Wait a minute! Who the hell are you, and why did you bring me here? How am I leaving! ”

But there was no reply, and everything around was completely silent. Xia Duoduo chased after the woman's figure and ran over.

The fog blocked Xia Duoduo's way layer by layer, she couldn't see anything clearly in the fog, Xia Duoduo completely lost her direction, she didn't dare to run around rashly, she could only stay in place, hoping to find a way out from a certain direction.

In a daze, Xia Duoduo seemed to hear something, Xia Duoduo held her breath, pricked up her ears, the voice became louder and louder, and a gentle female voice came slowly: "The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side/Cause and effect are destined to live and die/The fate of the three lives on the stone/The flowers and leaves are born and the two lives are wrong/Wait for a thousand years on the bridge/Meng Po has a bowl of soup in the stomach/It is difficult to forget the love by the Santu River." ”

Xia Duoduo seemed to have heard of this kind of poetry somewhere, and she tried hard to think of something, but for some reason, her consciousness began to blur.