"Princess Ruran? You... Aren't you gone? I looked in amazement at the Ryuki who appeared behind me at this time.

"Joan has always had a bad relationship with Meng Po, you walked in and begged her to try?"

I looked at Liuqian strangely, what did she say just now, she wouldn't help me, let me go to Meng Po by myself, and now she is accusing me here, why am I so confused?

But wait, when she saw Ru Yan just now, she would bring Ancha'er when she opened and closed her mouth, but this one in front of her didn't? And her feet are not three inches, so.

"Dream? Why do you prevent me from entering Meng Po every time? ”

"Oops! How can my Nana be so smart? I found out so quickly that it was me, and you saw the reason that day you stopped you, and that's the reason. Nettle changed back to her original form, her fingers curling the hair behind her shoulders.

I remembered that day, I was saying that a three-month-old baby can't speak, and then the picture shifted to the picture of Meng Po and Joan.

Meng Po cut off the flesh on Joan's arm one by one, and threw the flesh on Joan's arm into a deep pit of a huge lake, in which blood bubbles kept bubbling, and the water in the whole lake was red and black.

On the other hand, Joan covered her arm, and there was no pain on her face, but her sweat flowed down her forehead, and everything was forbearing.

When I thought of the scar I saw when Riwu was gnawing on her arm, how painful it was, and how she endured it.

"Then Meng Po, will she still save me?"

"Boom... Boom..."

Looking at the netting dream that didn't leave behind the shadow that ran in front of me again, I was wondering whether I should go in or not.

In the end, I still didn't have the courage to go in, I wandered on the edge of the Lethe River, the resentful spirits around me kept sniffing at me, I thought about what Meng Po said, I can't see it when I have a curse.

I looked back at the ghost leaning on my shoulder with a look of enjoyment, how could I not see this?

I walked forward, and the ghost who was leaning on my shoulder fell directly to the ground, but it wasn't that I couldn't see it.

I wandered along this lifeless Lethe, resounding the dream I had had, and the person in the dream also had a dead face, a look of disgust, isn't that who I am today?

Before I knew it, I had come to a strange door, a door made of the shape of a human and other animals, with the words "Soul Burning Land" revealing gloom and coldness.

But when I looked at this place, it was very familiar, and as soon as I tried to go in, I was stopped by a hand that came out of nowhere.

"Anchar. Joan, you can't go down here. ”

The slender arm stopped me, and I looked up at this guard, who seemed a little familiar but couldn't remember, he was extremely handsome, wearing the clothes of the Ming period, and a little like a Qianqian student.

"I'm not."

"No, you can't go down." The face was unusually serious.

It seems that he has never had such a face, what is the place in it, why is he trying to get in in the dream? It seems that here is the only way out of suffering.

I nodded in response, and turned to walk slowly, looking back at the guard from time to time, trying to rush in when he wasn't looking.

Watching him slowly retreat, I took a deep breath, turned around and ran, and was about to go in, but my hand was caught, and I struggled to break free, but the strength in my hand was too great, and I wrung my brows in pain to struggle for the strength of my hand.

I saw that he refused to let go but was afraid of hurting me, I immediately became ruthless, twisting the flesh on my arm hard, only to see him quickly let go.

"You can't hurt yourself."

I smiled smugly, turned around and ran in, but the temperature inside was really high and scary, and I felt that something was wrong, so I quickly stopped, and it was full of wailing.

I cautiously poked the edge to look down into the pit below, where countless ghosts were baked, and one of them with a large spoon was like a butcher.

Spoonful by spoonful, he took up the hot oil and poured it on the bound resentful soul, which was particularly cruel: "Is this the oil pot?" ”

Footsteps came from behind me, and the guard came in, what should I do?

I hurriedly looked around the vat as if there was nowhere to hide, and in my panic, I felt the hatred from the butcher below.

When I looked at him, I saw him throwing a big spoon directly at me, and he said in his mouth, "Where is the living man?" Today, Lao Tzu is in a bad mood, so fry a raw human flesh and taste it. ”

Seeing that something was wrong, I hurriedly ran to the exit, but was directly stopped by his big spoon and pulled down, I saw that I was about to fall into the boiling oil water, but I was grabbed by the guard at the door, and I took it up with force.

"This is a living man, not an evil spirit." The guard gave him a cold look at the butcher below, and pulled me out.

I had just returned from the brink of life and death, and I was walking in a daze, but I was called down by the guards.

"Anchar. Joan. ”

I looked back at him.

"You haven't been here for a long time, and you won't be here in the future?"

I looked at the guard's awkward expression.

"What's your name?"

"Dusty!"

"Do you like Joan?" As if I had been right, I turned around awkwardly, and I looked at him coldly.

"If I had the chance to meet Joan, I'd tell her." With that, I turned my head away.

"You..."

"My name is Anana." I'm emphasizing that I'm going to make the loudest noise.

"Yes, you won't be her."

Looking at his lost expression, I was thinking about the way Joan directly injured the old locust tree ghost in Shengxian Village, how could Joan be so stupid as me.

So it was entirely because of Joan who saved me? But I don't think she looks like me, she always covers her face with a hat, and her body is always dirty.

"All I have to do is get out of here and I'll see her again." I thought about it and looked at the dust behind me with bright eyes.

This time, the guard didn't answer me directly, completely indifferent to the extreme, no, these are completely two attitudes.

I walked up to him angrily, he also completely ignored my existence, and because he was half a head shorter, he looked up directly into the distance, and couldn't see my existence at all, so how could I ask the way back to the yang world.

"I need to go out and save her, which is Anchar. Joan, she's dangerous in the sun right now. ”

"She is a living person, but she was born in the underworld, and she still has the breath of a living person on her body, and there is nothing in the yang world that can help her." His eyes remained looking into the distance, and his mouth moved.

I wondered how Joan, as a living man, could have been born in Hades, that is all I can say.

"Do you think that a person who has lived in the underworld for a long time really has no effect on his body when he goes out of the underworld? Not only is she afraid of light, but she is also afraid of places where there are too many living people. ”