"It's fine." Zichen shook his head, "It's probably because I've been sitting for a long time and I'm a little uncomfortable." ”

"Then you hurry up and rest, since you are going to the underworld tomorrow, take a good rest and recuperate."

Hua Rufeng naturally knew that it was not the reason Zichen said, a strong person like them, not to mention sitting for a while, even if he sat for a few years, he would be fine.

However, Ye Zichen obviously didn't want to say more, so it was inconvenient for him to ask more.

After Hua Rufeng left, the small courtyard returned to silence, Zichen sat on the chair for a long time, and finally closed his eyes deeply, then got up from the chair and stepped into the room.

It's just that after Zichen returned to the room, a tall and lonely figure walked out of the shadows, looking at the room where Zichen was, he was also lonely.

Hades, she knows that, right?

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A narrow cliff, a long column of people dressed in tattered white was bound by long chains, connected, and walked forward step by step.

The eyes are bulging, and the long tongues are all shrugging their heads, and they look like they are struggling. And the whole body is soaked, and when you take a step, there are a lot of water traces on the ground. There are also those who are missing arms and legs, and the blood from the wound is still gushing out, and there are even those who are wearing prison clothes, but they hold their heads in their hands, and shake them one by one, like throwing hydrangeas......

Those people are not people, but souls after death.

"Hurry up!" One was dressed in black, holding a long whip in his hand, and with a click, the long whip fell on several spirits, leaving a lot of scars, this kind of wound was more real than the wounds on those spirits, because they felt severe pain, but those spirits also shrank their necks, whimpered, and their steps quickened.

Under the spur of the black-clothed fanged ghost, the group of spirits came to a drawbridge, and at the end of the drawbridge, there was a half-bent old woman.

With a kind smile on her face, she scooped out bowl after bowl from the cauldron that reached half of her waist, and smiled at everyone who walked in front of her, "After drinking Meng Po soup and forgetting the past, it doesn't matter whether you love or hate!" ”

Some spirits hesitated, some were very decisive and drank Meng Po soup, but some spirits refused to die, and finally drank Meng Po soup under the escort and force of the ghost soldiers on the side, and then became a numb and dull look.

Zichen stood far away, hiding his breath, looking at this scene, a little speechless.

Nai He Bridge, Meng Po Soup......

Looking at the temple farther away on the other side, this is ...... Yama Temple?

It originally existed in mythological stories, but it really existed?

Also, she looked at the desolate situation around her, quite helpless, she traveled according to the direction of the underworld, how did she come here?

There is no sun in the underworld, dark and cool, and the forest is infiltrating. Zichen took a look at the surroundings, then found a direction and quickly teleported over. The ghostly ghost soldier sensed that something was wrong, and noticed that it was already empty.

Sure enough, Zichen quickly found a lively place. At first glance, you know that this is a small town, and this place is estimated to be a bit remote, so there are fewer necromants, and there are no pure-blooded underworlds.

When she first came to the underworld, she didn't know much about the composition of the underworld and the way of life in the underworld, although there was an explanation of Hua Rufeng, but Hua Rufeng also knew nothing, Zichen was even more at a loss, unable to make the next move, Zichen had to settle down in a remote corner and transform himself into one

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