Yun Huang was surprised and surprised when she heard this, this world was really different from what she thought.

She never believed that people could really go to heaven or hell after they died, and that everything was empty when they died. When life is gone, there is nothing.

She had died once, and borrowing the corpse to resurrect her soul had already made her feel extremely weird.

In this world where the three realms are equally divided, there really exists the River Styx, and there really exists the Yin Soul...... It's just that I don't know if the place where these ghosts go is really a Hades Underworld, and whether there is a real Nai He Bridge, there is really an old woman boiling soup on the bridge, and after drinking her bowl of soup, she will forget all about the past.

Thinking like this, she couldn't help but raise her eyes to look into the distance where the River Styx could not be seen, and gently raised the corners of her mouth.

Is...... Thinking too much......

People are always accustomed to using existing experience to discover new things...... This is not the world it once was.

Although, in that world, except for Gu Chengdong, there was nothing to be nostalgic for her, but here, in this dark and depressing ghost realm, at this moment when the future is bleak, she still feels a little lonely.

At this moment, at the end of the River Styx, as far as the eye could see, a star of blue light flickered and swayed in the black mist on the surface of the river, getting closer and closer.

After the blue light, more and more points of light were like a string of stars left on the black river, more and more, shaking endlessly, moving along the undulating ups and downs of the river.

A distant and ethereal jingle bell came, followed by a song that seemed to be drifting, suddenly far away and near, and the sound was like a man and a woman, making it difficult to distinguish.

"That's ......"

Seeing more and more stars, like a string of long dragons, drifting along the surface of the river, Yunhuang was shocked by the situation in front of him!

The indescribable feeling is visually beautiful, but perceptually it makes people feel overwhelmed and uncomfortable.

Li Yanshu obviously saw it too, stretched out his hand and gently supported the porthole, and said softly, "What a coincidence, I ran into it just after speaking." Those are the ghosts that have entered the ghost. The Soul Walker is guiding the Shadows into the City of the Dead. You listen, singing and ringing"

Yun Huang subconsciously tilted his ears, and the song and the bell were closer. The ringtone seems to have a melody, echoing the singing, and it is fascinating.

But the strange thing was that Yun Huang couldn't hear what the soul crosser was singing at all.

When her thoughts were swaying with the singing, her shoulders suddenly sank, and Yun Huang came back to her senses, turned her head to look over, and saw Li Yanshu's clean and slender hand pressing on her shoulder, the force was neither light nor heavy, just to make her mind return to its place.

"The singing of the soul crosser, don't listen carefully, you will hear too much to hurt the gods." As he spoke, Li Yanshu withdrew his hand with a smile, his expression was natural, and he did not have the ambiguous and smiling posture in the enchantment of West Yellow Mountain before.

Out of Xihuangshan, Li Yanshu seemed to be a different person, and suddenly a righteous man and gentleman got up.

"It's you who let me listen, and it's you who doesn't let you listen......" Yunhuang was about to complain half-truthfully, when Li Yanshu suddenly stretched out his index finger and pressed it lightly on her lips, "Shhhh

The cold fragrance on his fingertips, as if nothing penetrated into her nose, made her slightly distracted, and she was involuntarily guided by him. Sure enough, shut up and don't say anything.

Li Yanshu didn't seem to notice her distraction, turned his head to look at the river again, leaned over to her ear, and said in a very soft voice, "Look"

Yun Huang is not used to being so close, especially this person is still Li Yanshu, but he can't compete with him at this time.

Soon she forgot about the competition, because, looking in the direction pointed by Li Yanshu, two teams of Yin Spirits that were as bright as long dragons were lined up on both sides of the River Styx, and in just two sentences, they had already moved from the far front to the front of them.