"Look down, there's something moving."

Sure enough, they found that only a few meters after walking out of the fluorite wall, they found that the ground looked like a stone bridge, and there was a gurgling water underneath, but the water flow was very slow and muddy yellow.

The smell is coming from the "river water" below.

"The corpse is a river of oil, this is a yellow spring in the underworld, is this stone bridge the legendary Yellow Spring Road?"

What the hell is this?

Everyone looked at the spring flowing below, how could such a viscous thing flow underneath, and it was obvious that this was an enclosed space, so it was completely impossible to see where it was flowing from, could it really be spring water? Because only the water that comes out is likely to be here.

"Have you noticed that there is no difference between high and low terrain in this place, how can the yellow water flow down here?"

I have heard people say that the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and does not return, where have I ever met this kind of water of the Yellow Spring drilled out of the ground, just flowing in the same place, without asking anything.

The place is as flat as a mirror, but the water here flows indiscriminately, which frightens everyone.

This is completely contrary to the laws of nature, the flow of water is from high to low, there is no difference between high and low, but it can form the potential energy of water, which itself does not conform to the law of conservation of energy.

Many times people are afraid because the unknown is hindering cognition, and now although everyone does not take a level to measure, but when walking on this pontoon bridge, there is an inexplicable feeling in their hearts, "Ping, Taiping!" ”

The two sections of the bridge are surprisingly flat, the scale poles are the same, and no matter how many steps you take forward, you have a feeling of parallel movement.

They walked on the "Yellow Spring", and it was inevitable that they would have some sighs in their hearts, and their vision was still clear at the beginning, but after everyone got on the bridge, it was foggy.

In front of the bridge there is a fishing fire, the light is not too bright, but it is clearly visible, like a lighthouse.

Song Qingli looked at the lamp in front of him a few times, and his eyebrows were twisted into a twisted shape, he recognized this thing, their Song family's birth inheritance is said to be the underworld, and the underworld paper girl just caught a lonely soul and wild ghost to fill the paper shell.

The fact that this kind of lamp is suspended and smashed into the air shows that the lamp must not be an ordinary lamp used for lighting.

He knows better that the lamp in front of him is not a real lamp, every time the old Song family wants to detain the soul, he always has to find a place with more wandering spirits, every time he just needs to be silent, his mind will reach that place, there is a lamp there, called "Soul Lamp".

The style of the lamp is classical, the elegant light is swaying, and the shadow of the lamp can be seen from the oblique down, but this shadow seems to be a little shy, and it is actually pink.

This thing is very evil, Song Qingli was stunned, the object in front of him was exactly what he imagined every time, no matter how you look at it, it is the same.

The lamp was still the same, but the soul wrapped around the conjuring lamp was nowhere to be seen.

Song Qingli was shocked to find that he didn't know when, even the yellow spring water under the pontoon bridge was covered with a layer of pink light veil.

Subconsciously, he looked at Zhu Zhigang's location, but he couldn't see the face in front of him clearly, he just felt that someone was crying "woo woo" choked sound.

Song Qingli was stunned for a moment and found that the people around him were gone, and Xiao Yang behind him was gone, "I'm Cao, it's really weird, I was still talking just now, and I was still thinking about what kind of moth I am, this is already an accident." ”

"Lao Du, Xiao Yang? Where are you? ”

No matter how much he shouted, no one responded.

At this time, he saw that the yellow spring water under the pontoon bridge began to rise, Song Qingli saw a broad back running in front, and ran a few steps to catch up, but the more he ran, the more he found that the fat man in front of him was getting farther and farther away.

"Fatty, you fucking stop me······ Wait for me" Song Qingli suddenly felt bad, panting and sitting on the pontoon, he decided that he could no longer trust the fat man, he had greeted Chu Mingyang before coming, and if there was anything, he must form a group as soon as possible and form a revolutionary friendship.

But now that the revolution has not yet succeeded, it is simply a matter of friendship!

At this time, Song Qingli actually wanted to see Zhu Zhigang more, but he didn't see the original "Lang" when he wanted to see through it!

Zhu Zhigang rushed hard in front, and it didn't take long for him to know that the people behind him also came in, and the people were invincible, these people were really not grateful for the shade under the tree, of course, this is also the inevitable competition of species, the more despicable people in their hearts, the more they will be stinking for thousands of years, and such people will eat and drink spicy food in society.

What do you say is the principle of heaven?

Zhu Zhigang actually wants to follow behind shamelessly, instead of opening the way in front like now.

The truth is the same in their tomb robbing world, tomb robbers often don't live long, because they charge at the forefront every time, although the bright life has been hanging since then, but on the other hand, the probability of hanging is much higher than coercion.

You see, on the contrary, people who are obscene and develop end up living more than the average life expectancy of normal people, which shows a point, that is, people should not show their heads too much, and those who die early are all outcropped.

Zhu Zhigang looked at the land under his feet, he now loves this land deeply, so deep that he almost kisses this land, because he really can't walk.

At this time, the smoke is shrouded above the pontoon, and the yellow spring water ripples below the pontoon.

At this time, the spirit lamp above the pontoon bridge rotates without wind, and there seems to be a figure shaking on it.

The vocal music played, and one voice after another came, "Do you want a promotion and a raise?" ”

"Do you want to sing every night?"

"Do you want to be a domineering president?"

"Please go one step ahead and I will grant you all your wishes!"

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