"This is not important, let's go to the abyss of hell as soon as it is important, sister!" Qing Ci shook Mu Qingyan's arm, quite suspicious of being coquettish.

Mu Qingyan jumped up all of a sudden, and directly rewarded Qing Ci with a burst chestnut, "Fart!" Who's your sister! You've lived for hundreds of years, and I'm still an underage girl! ”

"There are some things that you have seen after you take me to the abyss of hell and meet Meng Po, and it is not too late for you to draw conclusions." Qingci is quiet.

Mu Qingyan looked at Qingci seriously, "I can be very accurate that we haven't met before." Big brother, did you recognize the wrong person? ”

"Not really." After Qing Ci finished saying these three words, he closed his mouth and had no intention of continuing to speak.

Mu Qingyan looked at him with a complicated expression, and nodded a little perfunctorily, "Okay." ”

"Come, big brother, do you have a dagger?" Mu Qingyan asked at the Qing Dynasty.

Qing Ci looked at Mu Qingyan with some doubts, "What do you want a dagger?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, if you have it, take it out quickly!" Mu Qingyan urged.

Although Qing Ci didn't know what Mu Qingyan wanted to do, he still obediently conjured up a dagger for her.

Mu Qingyan picked up the dagger in Qing Ci's hand and immediately cut it in his palm.

"What are you doing here?"

Mu Qingyan took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms with his other hand, bit the lid open with his mouth, and clenched the hand that was about to be scratched by the dagger into a fist, letting the blood drip into the white porcelain bottle, "I'm just doing what I should do." ”

After seeing that there was enough blood flowing out, Mu Qingyan walked around the white porcelain bottle, let her own blood fully integrate with the pill in the bottle, and handed it to Qing Ci, "Okay, pour out a pill by yourself and eat it, and eat another one when you feel unwell, this bottle of medicine should be enough to sustain you in the abyss of hell for three days." ”

"You let me taste human blood?" Qing Ci looked at Mu Qingyan with a complicated expression, this blood is still hers!

"It's not human blood, you should take a pill quickly."

"You're not human?"

"Yes, I'm not human." Mu Qingyan said very confidently.

"How is that possible!"

"Do you still want to see Meng Po?" Mu Qingyan glanced at Qing Ci with some impatience.

"See, see." Qing Ci took the white porcelain bottle, poured out a pill from it, and immediately took it, miraculously, he didn't taste the slightest taste of blood.

"Don't use your teleportation yet!" Mu Qingyan glanced at Qingci.

Qing Ci immediately used teleportation, and the figures of the two disappeared into the inn.

The Abyss of Hell, the third layer.

Stepping into this place again, Mu Qingyan still felt the same as before, feeling inexplicably a sense of belonging, as if she was born in this interface.

It was also the same as before, Mu Qingyan and Qingci came to the eight hundred miles of yellow sand first.

The first second was still a strong wind, and the yellow sand was all over the sky, and the second after the two of them just stepped on the yellow sand, the yellow sand was dreamily full of Manzhu Sawah.

"What's going on?" Qing Ci couldn't help but ask Mu Qingyan.

"You don't need to know, you just need to know that after crossing 800 miles of yellow sand, then crossing Huangquan Road, looking at the Lechuan River, and then walking to the Nai He Bridge, you can see an inn-like house, which is where Meng Po lives, called Meng Pozhuang."

"In other words, we are not far from Meng Po?" Qing Ci's face was full of uncontrollable surprise.

"Well, but first, you have to hold your breath."