First of all, the first feeling, Wen Quzhi felt that this boatman was very problematic, and he was not ignorant, and he devoured the Red Spirit, a native of the ghost world, how could he have heard of the appearance of the legendary Styx ferryman.

Black cloak, black boat, skeleton boatman, collecting gold coins to cross the river, this is the traditional image of the Styx ferryman since ancient times, at least in the information he collected, it is indeed like this, and Hades has always been a very well-behaved place, whether it is a bull head and horse face, a chain ghost, or a dog head god shape, it is the image of the legend of the outside world, and it gradually evolves and generates, not that it will change, and then the straightforward point is that it has not changed at all.

So...... The little boat in front of him, which is as white as snow, doesn't it become more and more weird the more he looks at it? Such a light boat on the Styx River does not look like a Styx ferry at all, but more like some immortal family can come to the Styx to play......

Moreover, the boatman who rowed on the boat with an abnormal style of painting, although he wore a very strange metal mask, so he was mysterious, but the half of his face exposed outside the mask was handsome and abnormal, and his eyes were like the stars in the night, indescribably good-looking, and he was a first-class hook girl's weapon, placed in the world, I don't know how many ignorant girls, lonely women want to be fascinated by him to death or life, and the clothes on his body seem to be casual, but they are chic, as if a fairy came into the world...... With such a style of painting, what about the black cloak and skeleton boatman?

“...... You are...... Styx boatmen?"

Wen Quzhi's expression twitched, and he couldn't help but ask, the man in the iron mask looked at him, and then at himself, with an innocent expression, "Is there something wrong? Isn't the boatman holding the boatman in my hand? Isn't it the boatman who can support the boat? Otherwise, what else do you want from the boatman? Do you ask so much for a boatman these days?"

"No, aren't all Hades boatmen wearing black cloaks and skeleton boatmen, and yours is not the right boat......

"Alas, guests, the times are different, and the underworld must also keep pace with the times, it is always so black-headed and black-brained, making people feel like they are going to fall down when they see it, everyone is dead, and it is not easy to come here to reincarnate for good luck, but to see such a black thing, it affects the mood very much!"

“...... That's just as well. ”

Wen Quzhi touched his chin when he heard this, and was about to nod, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong, how could he be fooled by this guy and nodded violently? This should have been his strength, right, obviously the business performance has just soared to the peak recently, how did he get here, and he was actually fooled?

"Hey, boy, I don't think you're honest, thief-eyed. ”

"No, I'm just a kind and hard-working ordinary boatman, who never kills guests, and guests please look at my sincere eyes!"

The boatman held his hands and prayed as a girl, his eyes blinking and blinking, like the stars shining, it might have been a very moving scene, but because of the iron mask, how strange it was, if those girls were here, they might be fascinated by their handsome beauty, and they didn't care at all.

"I still think you're dishonest. Wen Quzhi said: "To prove your sincerity, you can be responsible for taking me across the river, I mean...... The kind that doesn't charge money. ”

"Hehe, guest, please don't just steal the fruits of the work of professionals. The boatman thief smiled and said, "If you don't mind, the guests can come up directly, and I will take you across the river without charging money, and then entertain an additional well-known delicacy of the Hades boat industry." ”

"Oh, free river crossing, and something to eat?"

“...... Plate knife noodles!"

The boatman replied with a smile, of course Wen Quzhi knew what kind of routine this was, when the boat reached the center of the river, when he was in a dilemma, the boatman showed his knife, and asked the boatman whether he wanted to break the fortune and eliminate the disaster, or to eat the knife noodles, this is the classic routine of the boat bandits, although he is not afraid of being robbed, but the environment of the River Styx is really special, if he really sails halfway, he will move his hands on it, and it is also very annoying.

If you want to cross the River Styx and enter the shadow city on the other side, this boat with a strange painting style and unreliable boatman is your only choice.

"Well, it's a unique business, and it's worthy of respect. ”

Wen Qu took out the coin, threw it to the boatman, and got on the boat lightly and skillfully.

The current appearance is the burly physique of the red fish, with red hair all over the body, at first glance it is a high-level zombie, and there is a big sword behind it, which looks really powerful and the weight is really not light, but when he jumped on the boat, the boat did not shake, and the iron-masked man shouted, directly broke the water and crossed the river to sail.

The position on the boat is not large, Wen Quzhi sits in the front section, and the boatman supports Artemisia in the back, although he pays the money and gets on the boat, Wen Quzhi does not dare to be careless, and he is vigilant all the way to guard against any changes that may occur around him.

With the powerful induction, Wen Quzhi can clearly feel that when the boatman opens the boat behind him, there are many extra small movements, and the movement of shaking Artemisia is particularly unnatural, but it is said that he is preparing to sneak attack himself, but it is not like ......

Wen Quzhi remained silent, just let him move, and found that he kept stirring the water with the artemisia, but he was not rowing, but as if he was suppressing something, sinking something that kept coming out of the water.

The structure of the River Styx is special, not only is it as black as ink, you can't see the bottom, even if you scan it with your powerful divine sense, you can't perceive the situation under the river, Wen Qu pretended not to know, and said: "Boat family, you are a little noisy over there, the legendary Styx River crossing, isn't it quiet? Could it be that there will be any monsters in this River Styx?"

"Monsters? no...... No......"

The boatman's voice was a little panicked, but he forced himself to be calm, "There is nothing in the River Styx except for all kinds of eternal grudges, where are the monsters? ”

"Oh, interesting, there are still attractions on the River Styx, why haven't I heard of it?"

"Of course there is, the guests you look at the preparation is not enough, fortunately you met me this time, otherwise it is rare to come to the underworld, but you can't see all the well-known attractions, isn't it a big loss......?

Wen Quzhi looked at the sound, and sure enough, he saw that at the end of the river near Hades, there were piles of rocks everywhere on the riverbank, large and small, thousands, these stone piles were all very simple arrangement, upper, middle and lower three layers, stones or gravel piles were small, medium and large, just along the river bank in a long row, some were complete, most of them had been destroyed, but I don't know what these stone piles came from, what the hell did they get, and they could also be called scenic spots?

"These stone piles are all stacked by the souls of early children in the underworld, because the legend of the underworld is that as long as these are piled up, you can pass on your thoughts to your father and mother in the yang world......"

The boatman's voice echoed, Wen Qubing hurriedly looked at it, faintly among those stone piles, saw a little green light flickering, countless babies and children figure illusions, some are indeed dead souls, some have already re-entered the reincarnation, leaving a wisp of obsession, lingering through the ages, repeating the same action, trying to stack stones, and pass on the thoughts.

Wen Quzhi looked at those babies and children's obsession, and his heart was indescribable for a while, and he couldn't help but say: "These are all children who died early?

"The dead are gone, and they still have to cast their thoughts on the world, so that the living can feel it from time to time, won't it become a problem for the living? People and ghosts have different paths, and sometimes, it is better not to see each other. ”

The boatman's voice was still a little trembling, as if he was still busy covering up something, but what he said made Wen Quai's heart move, and he didn't care to pay attention to his movements for a while, and when he looked sideways, there began to be a lot of ghosts in dark blue uniforms on the riverbank, with wall badges on their sleeves, writing "Hades City Management", waving the long stick in his hand, ruthlessly destroying the stone piles stacked by these babies who died early, and driving the babies away.

The babies and children who were driven away wept sadly one by one, and tried desperately to pounce back on the stone pile, but they were ruthlessly swept away by the ghost's stick, and they could only cry and leave.

Wen Quzhi couldn't help but say: "Do you need to do this? Since the thoughts can't be transmitted back at all, why bother these babies and children? Is the underworld a ruthless place?"

"Of course, people in the world only say that the underworld is a place to wash sins, but they don't know that the underworld is actually a place of washing, thousands of kindness, all kinds of love, all kinds of love, before reincarnation, you have to let go of them together, otherwise you will be riddled with love and sin and brought to the next life, you can't let go, you can't give up, won't you make a mess of the afterlife?"

The captain of the boatman sang, "Love in this life, in this life, the love in this life can't be solved, who can predict the next life?"

The melodious singing voice spread all over the river, listening to the ears of Wen Quai, the river crosser, I felt very meaningful, I couldn't imagine that this strange boatman of the underworld still had some philosophy and literary brilliance, but I don't know what that guy is doing behind his back?

Just as he was about to confirm, the boatman had already spoken, "If you can't let go of your feelings, it will turn into obsession, and your obsession will be deep, and it will even cause a supernatural phenomenon that lasts forever, which can be seen as a disaster." ”

"Supernatural phenomena?" Wen Quzhi felt ridiculous when he heard this, this is the ghost world, there are no people around, all of them are ghosts, how can there be any supernatural phenomena to be afraid of?

Suddenly, a burst of singing came from afar, when Wen Quzhi first heard it, he thought it was the boatman behind him who sang again, but the voice was far away, floating to uncertain, not from a close place, obviously wrong, but there was a charm in the song, chic and free, which was quite similar to the temperament of the boatman just now.

“...... The white mountain is majestic, the mountain is silent, and it is impossible to say...... On the road to heaven, the bereaved, the unmanned and the ......"

When he heard the words of the song clearly, Wen Quai's eyes widened, and he suddenly recognized it, he had heard this song before, when he first came into contact with the Ghost Monarch Banner and fell into the illusion of the Ghost King's memory, and the soul was about to be devoured by the Ghost Monarch and become a puppet or a road marker, a figure came to sing a long song, dispelling all illusions and disintegrating the Ghost King's remaining strength.

The song, the same voice, and the exact same vague figure, are also riding from the side of the River Styx!

The figure is blurred, even the powerful eyesight can't see clearly, I can only judge that it seems to be a young man in his twenties, free and easy, riding a horse and singing, heroic and heartbreaking, but the most surprising thing is that he is actually riding a horse and galloping, crossing the underworld, not on the ferry, the white horse four hooves are flying, galloping at high speed on the calm surface of the Styx, running to the other side.

Either the horse is miraculous and equivalent to the Hades ferry, or the rider has stepped into eternity, unhindered by the distorted laws of space around the River Styx.

Wen Qu's illness was only in surprise, it was worthy of being a person who could dispel the remaining strength of the ghost king, it was really unpredictable, and the other side heard the sound of horses' hooves, the same heroism, but it added a sense of oppression, looking sideways, it was a good and sturdy black horse, the whole body was pitch black, and the figure riding on the top of the river, black helmet and black armor, the long knife in his hand was like thunder, and the saddle was long and ready to fight, domineering and horizontal, looking at it from a distance, he was overwhelmed by the unique domineering spirit of the ages.

...... Overlord!

Wen Quzhi suddenly remembered what he had seen in the past when he was in the Five Tibetan Demon Realm, this unique domineering, the only one in the ages, is undoubtedly the overlord himself, but it is not the overlord who was reborn and returned, and the overlord who combined with Shang Gaiyong came to conquer the underworld, but the overlord who has not yet fallen, and the overlord before the eternity.

This is...... How long ago was the afterimage? It has survived through the ages, and it is still replayed from time to time!

"Hahahahaha~~~~Hahahahaha~~~~"

The overlord laughed loudly, as if he had a high fighting spirit and was very happy.

The two riding shadows, one black and one white, ran side by side, running on the River Styx, each other was imposing, but no one could cover anyone, so they rode side by side, all the way straight across the River Styx, and rushed into the dark city in the shadows, the closer they got to it, the more powerful they became, as if even the breath of the Hell Dragon Emperor was going to be suppressed, and then the riding shadow disappeared, leaving only the sound of curling songs to continue to come.

“...... In this life, why do you spend pen and ink on self-painting, and you will remember me all the time......"

Wen Quzhi watched the two figures disappear in a daze, and the confusion in his heart surged like a wave for a while, and many questions were piled up on his chest at once.

...... The overlord actually joined forces with others to break into the underworld?