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Bending his breath, the two trembled, desperately tugging at the corner of Bai Sang's clothes, and barely stood firmly.

In another place, the boss hurriedly sent Yuan Ming away, entrusted a group of goblins to take care of the bookstore, and rushed to the "door" with the long-lost Xingfeng.

And deep underground, the dark red river was wrapped in a thick mist, and the strange rocky ferry, as empty and lively as ever—ordinary people could not see their souls, and souls could not see each other—the hoarse cries were swallowed up by absolute darkness, and the struggling dead souls, before boarding the boat, could not help themselves to weep, repent, and hope.

Of course, their cries, their confessions, can only be felt by oneself.

So when the firelight, which is fainter than a firefly, is faintly lit, it is particularly eye-catching.

There are no ordinary people here.

The group of stones on the rocky beach, which had been blooming since the day the underworld was formed hundreds of millions of years ago, moved in unison. They all turned into three-inch shapes, dragged their gray-brown beards, and ran towards the light source.

The faint green light of the fire gradually grew, and a human figure who could not distinguish between male and female could be faintly seen inside.

"In the Great Wilderness, after those big demons die, the souls have nowhere to go, so that's right?" The stone man standing at the front had the audacity to glance at the situation in the firelight, and bit his ear with others.

"At that time, the extradilist was a great virtuous person in the mortal realm, and he couldn't extradite the demon ......"

"But since the river owner became an extraditer, there has been no such situation.......

"Who said that? The willow tree demon who had an adulterous affair with the river lord ......." The man pondered for a while, and then asked the person next to him, "What's it called?" ”

"Willow marks." The man continued, "When he came to the ferry, it was a fire. I heard that he failed to cross the catastrophe. ”

"Yes, yes, yes。。。。。。 It was still a failure to survive the catastrophe. What a pity~"

"What kind of adultery does the river lord have?" The one who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic asked, and when he heard it, he knew that this was only a matter of not long ago.

"It's like this。。。。。。"

The firelight grew louder and louder, and the figures inside became clearer and clearer.

By the time the group of spirit gossip that had been lonely for thousands of years was finished and the topic was brought back, they would already be able to see the people inside.

It was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with delicate brows frowned, eyes closed, and a nose that moved slightly, as if he was breathing.

But a face was unusually pale, with chapped purple lips and yellow pus oozing from tiny cracks. Fortunately, it was this group of idle stone monsters who observed the people in the fire, and they noticed the small white worms wriggling in the cracks of their lips.

"Wow!" The monsters gasped and dispersed with a thud.

"It's really unlucky, how could the demon die so undignified?" The bold demon muttered, provoking a group of spirits to echo in a low voice.

"It's not ......"

"Maybe it's not a demon?" Looking at the wise stone monster, he wondered, "Maybe it's just the exception......

"Maybe ......," the other monster said, "Maybe...... He is a man of adultery. ”

"Huh~~" This guess came out, and all the monsters grinned and dispersed, muttering and walking away.

At this time, the fire was extinguished, and the pale boy opened his purple eyes, sighed meaningfully, "Be a traitor, ......" and stood up, shook off the dust that did not exist on his robe, and walked gracefully towards the river.

The bank of the river that could walk was not long, and there were sparse red devil flowers growing on it, and the boys walked from one end to the other along the short bank.

When he stood on the rudimentary wooden bridge, the ghost flowers on the river beach turned pale as if they had lost blood.

Those gossiping stone monsters opened their mouths in a daze, watching how the ghost head flower turned white, and they didn't know how to react for a while.

But the boy seemed to be familiar with the ferry, and now he stood quietly on the wooden bridge, and the dark purple in his eyes slowly became dim. He wiped the pus from his lips with his long fingers, then leaned into the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, a mocking smile on his face.

"Who are you?" The stone monster with the oldest face tugged at the corner of his robe, and the boy looked down at it with a puzzled look in his eyes.

"Who are you?" The stone monster asked again.

"You don't know me?" The boy smiled slightly, "Isn't this the ferry?" ”

"It's the ferry. But who are you? What happened to these ghostly flowers? ”

"How many years have you been a monster?" The boy didn't answer the rhetorical question.

"I have existed since the day the underworld was formed." The boy's voice seemed to have magical powers, and the stone monster replied unconsciously.

"In that case, you should know the Star Wind Dao Chief." The boy smiled, his face blurred for a moment, and by the time the stone monster saw him clearly, the boy had become a young man of twenty-seven or eighteen. A sackcloth robe hung loosely on his body, the hairpin tied the long black hair on the top of his head in a regular manner, the narrow phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and then asked, "Do you know this?" ”

The stone monster shook his head and asked straightly, "Who are you?" ”

"Heh~~~~" The Taoist took a breath of cool air and glared at the stone monster in disbelief, "Who is the extradition in this round?" ””

"It's the Lord of the Hundred Miles."

"Thyme sturgeon?"

"That's right." Another voice replied, and the stone monsters were already surrounding the Dao Master.

"I can't imagine that guy has such a chance." He muttered to himself, and then asked, "Just now you said that the Baili sturgeon is the owner of the river, not just the owner of the river?" ”

"The river." The stone monsters pointed to the mist-filled river.

"When did the Styx have a lord?" The Taoist chief frowned.

"It's not called the Nether River for a long time, it's the Santu River." The stone monsters said.

"How many years have you been asleep? I don't even know these things! ”

However, the Star Wind Dao Leader had already ignored them, and he took out a stick of incense from the sleeve of his wide robe, and blew lightly, and the incense ignited. White smoke drifted softly into the mist.

Not long after, a small boat with a difference appeared at the ferry. The Taoist whistled softly, and the fish that were quietly cruising in the water surfaced as if they had been ordered, and circled around the boat excitedly.

The Taoist jumped into the boat and sailed in the direction of the smoke.

The stone monsters stood on the wooden bridge and watched the boat disappear into the thick fog, silent for a long time, and I don't know who exclaimed: "Quick, go find the river owner, go to the bookstore to find the river owner." ”

The stone monsters, who seemed to have been immobilized, jumped to their feet and rushed noisily towards the darkest rocky beach.

"Original...... Things are not people. The Taoist Chief, who was standing on the boat, watched the red lotus under the water fade to white, and muttered, "So it's normal that you don't exist anymore." ”

At the end of the Santu River, at the beginning of the Xiangsheng River, in the clear water, the holy lotus flower slowly turned into a demonic red.

On a retrograde boat, the soul that was originally curled up slowly stretched out its limbs, her originally gradually transparent soul slowly became staring, and a small face first showed heavy sadness, and then slowly replaced by the joy that spread in her eyes.

If the boss stood on the Sansheng Bridge at this time, he would be surprised to find that the person on this boat was Mu Ze, who was sent to the boat by him.

As the lotus flowers in the river of the afterlife turned white, the crystal mirrors in the hands of the gods of the underworld all reflected this change.

They put down the things in their hands one after another, and flew to the river.

。。。。。。。。。

"What's wrong?" Xingfeng, who was hurrying with the boss, had a playful smile on the corner of his mouth as always, and asked the boss with a sudden change in expression casually.

"The underworld has changed." After speaking, he cast a retreat technique and rushed to the underworld.

Starwind shouted behind him, "Whatever your little friend does?" ”

A breeze answered him. He shrugged his shoulders and said to the goblin who led the way, "Go on, I'll go for him." ”