Looking at the wide and impenetrable red river, the soul-piercing screams were heard in their ears from time to time, and everyone stopped to marvel at the extraordinary scene in front of them. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The old man stood on the bank of the river with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance with his eyes blazing, and whispered "Santu River!"

Old K came to the old man's side, "Daddy Wen, do you know here?" ”

"Old K!" The scar man frowned slightly.

Old K immediately lowered his posture and changed his words, "Professor Wen!"

The old man smiled and waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay!" Instead, like a teacher teaching students, he kindly and patiently explained that "the Santu River, also known as the Burial Head River, the Santu River, and the Santu River, is the legendary dividing line between life and death. Because the flow of water will be slow, flat, and rapid according to what the deceased did during his lifetime, it is called three paths. ”

When Lao K heard this, he approached the river curiously, and he breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the water flow was slow. However, as soon as he turned around, the river seemed to be fueled by the waves, and the waves brought gusts of wind to whistling and spinning, and he fled back in fright. The tall man who usually takes pleasure in ridiculing him was also shocked by the sudden scene in front of him, is this river really so effective?!

Professor Wen didn't care about the scene in front of him, and patted Lao K's shoulder with a kind smile, and continued, "The most heinous people are tortured in the underworld after death, and they will have to wait for three hundred years to continue their reincarnation, but when they pass through here, if they are not prepared for anything, they will be bewildered by the fragrance of the manzhu sawa that grows by the river, and they will have a sweet dream about the other side, and finally wander by the river, until they fall into the river, and even their souls will be corrupted. Old K couldn't help but shudder.

"It sounds like you're talking like the Lethe River!" Dai Min suddenly interjected, Haiting was stunned, what kind of temper does this girl have? If you have spare time, you don't want to think about how to get out of trouble, and what do you do if you have nothing to do chatting with the "enemy"? Could it be that she thought of something? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look forward to it.

Professor Wen is like a lecturer on the podium, talking endlessly, and finally a student who is not ashamed to ask questions comes to cheer, with a happy face, "The girl has also studied the underworld?" ”

"I'm just interested, so I know a little bit about it." Dai Min is humble as a tireless student, "In ancient Chinese legends, it is recorded that after a person dies and goes to Huangquan, the undead who are reincarnated must cross the Lechuan River, go to the Nai He Bridge, and find Meng Po at the Wangxiang Terrace at the end of the bridge, ask for a bowl of Meng Po soup, and write off the past. ”

Dead, undead, Shenma, the old K who listened to it was hairy in his heart, this old man Wen is really, opening his mouth is unlucky, and a hairy girl came out here to follow the poor, and I knew that I wouldn't tie them up!

Professor Wen nodded with a smile, "You are very right, although this is our Chinese legend, but the Lethe River, the three paths and the two rivers, the role is the same - to divide life and death." The difference is that the three coats are divided into fire coating, knife coating, and blood coating. Correspondingly, fire painting is the path of hell, sword painting is the path of evil ghosts, and blood painting is the path of animals. Hell Road, or ......"

"If you want to give a lecture, you might as well wait until the mission is over! Professor!" The scar man coldly interrupted Professor Wen's words, and his cold eyes glared at Dai Min viciously, as if it was a warning. Professor Wen turned off the chatter box in surprise, and Lao K relieved the siege and said, "Dad, let's go back and listen to your careful talk!" Tell me how we can cross the river now! ”

"O'...... Oh, hey, yes! Then let me tell you how to cross the river safely!" Professor Wen pushed his glasses, "There are records in Western countries that the Santu River, located in the jurisdiction of Hades, is managed by a ferryman named Karen. Anyone who wants to cross the river will need to pay Cullen a coin and he will carry you across the river. ”

"Daddy, you didn't lie to me, did you? Just this river, just whining scum for half a day, stormy and confusing, finally got it for a dollar? Old K exaggerated as he spoke, gesturing with his hand to the movements of the wind and waves.

"You kid, it doesn't matter if you don't have any culture, but you can't understand the words! Not a dollar! Coins, coins will do!" Professor Wen's fingers lightly tapped Lao K's forehead, and Dai Min saw all this in his eyes and tied it in his heart. Professor Wen, it shouldn't be the same as Lao K and Da Fei, it's likely that he is really a university professor, and this little old man doesn't seem to be the same traveler as Scar Man, but it's not clear about their relationship yet, however, one thing is certain, if they want to get out, Professor Wen must be the biggest help.

"Don't fight, don't fight! You old man, why are you in a hurry! Old K kept thinking about it, rummaging around and looking for coins.

The scar man's group tossed for a long time, plus the coins on Fan Tong and his party, even counting five cents and one dollar, a total of eleven coins were made, however, now the two groups of people are together, a total of twelve people, so the question is, who should be left behind?

Aside from academic issues, Professor Wen was not allowed to participate, and judging from Scar Man's attitude towards him, it was clear that he was at best a technical advisor to the team, and the decision was in Scar Man's hands.

The scar man paced back and forth in front of Fan Tong and others, if he was simply stayed, I believe everyone hoped that it was him, but would the scar man really be so kind?

"Him!" The scar man suddenly stopped in front of Haiting and raised a finger, Haiting stuffed something in his mouth, whining and trembling. The tall man scolded the old K and muttered in a low voice, "Eh, it's you who are good!" you ooxx~~!"

The man with the scar made a gesture, and the man with freckles on his face who had been speechless would pick up Haiting and walk towards the river. Haiting was distorted like an earthworm, constantly struggling and thirsting for a chance to live, Meng Xinyao desperately pleaded with the other party, tears pouring out of her eyes. Afraid that the wailing and begging voices would disgust the scar man, he waved his big hand, and Dafei picked up Meng Xinyao and walked towards the river together. The scar man's cold side, the corners of his eyes squinted at everyone, and he asked contemptuously, "Who else?" ”

Zhan Peng's face flushed, he turned his head and didn't dare to look at the two people who were dragged away, his heart was already burning with rage, but he was controlled by others, and he was ashamed of being a man in vain. The others are also mud bodhisattvas who cross the river and cannot protect themselves, pitying a group of difficult brothers.

There were two pops, and two whirlpools suddenly appeared on the surface of the river, and the two people who were thrown into the river were never heard from again.

Professor Wen took the lead in forming a row by the river, his old hands nested in a circle on the left, and said "Karen~~Karen ......"

In the distance, a small boat floated on the river, and a vague figure swung its oars and gradually approached......