Chinese look at foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes, originally like ghosts, foreigners have become ghosts, even more inhuman, but seeing the turbid blood water, countless men and women, missing arms and legs, hideous, screaming, Wang Xiaohu ghost has seen a lot, foreign ghosts have not seen, not to mention so much, can only avoid its edge, want to pierce a fierce son, first hide in the river and then say, did not expect the blood river buoyancy scary, he moved, not only did not sink, but upward, half of his body was exposed.

Wang Xiaohu was startled, and hurriedly pinched the trick, at this time, there was a faint Taoist spell sound from top to bottom, a faint golden light shrouded him, Gao Qi's worship and fighting, finally worked, the golden light exuded a vast aura, which was incompatible with the gloom and sadness here, and countless ghosts were frightened and avoided.

To dodge is to dodge, but still don't want to give up, the group gathered around Wang Xiaohu, Wang Xiaohu looked around, the sky here was shrouded in a huge haze, and he couldn't see the slightest light. In the distance, a huge ancient castle towered over the desolate land, but there was no life around, only lonely spirits and wild ghosts roaming the land full of death.

Beneath him was an extremely majestic river, with no clear water, only waves of blood, one after another countless souls. Their bodies emitted purple and white light, and although their faces could not be seen clearly, the expression of pain was so clear that it made people feel unusually cold and terrifying.

The heads and feet of the revenant all flowed in one direction, connecting and cascading into a river, filling the otherwise empty riverbed, flowing slowly but non-stop. On the other side of the river is a dead land, with haunted wanderings.

Hell! This is the hell of the West, Wang Xiaohu instantly understood where he was. I can't help but secretly complain, he is not an uninformed person, he has broken through the bardo world, and he has also been to the underworld, and he has also crashed the city gate and buildings, although the bridge is the other side of the flower. Sansheng stone, I haven't seen these before, and I feel like I'm very good.

That can be imagined. I haven't been to the real Netherworld, but I've entered the hell of the West, and the river under me must be the same as the river under the bridge, it's not a good place. Wang Xiaohu tossed hard. wanted to dock, but found that the blood water was not only buoyant, but also had a greater adhesion force, and he couldn't move.

Wang Xiaohu was right, this is indeed a river Styx, and it has a name called Akron. It is also called the river of resentment, the river of distress, and those who want to enter the underworld must first pass through this river. It is almost impossible for a human body to cross except by means of a ship from the underworld. As for the ignorant undead, in the waters of the River Styx, they will be corrupted over time. It is formed by the blood of sinners and the tears of criminals who serve hard labor in hell, so the water often resounded with a terrible wail.

After Wang Xiaohu was frightened, he calmed his mind, felt the mighty power coming from the underworld, and wanted to recover his strength before he could calm down, but before he could calm down, he heard a gloomy singing voice: "You lowly souls, don't hope to see the light of day again, let me carry you to the other side, to the eternal darkness, heat and cold......"

The singing voice was ethereal, with a hint of vitality, Wang Xiaohu was in good spirits, and looked towards the place where the song came from, in the midst of the waves of the blood river, a small boat, sailing, the boat was already dilapidated, as if it was built with a few coffin boards that had long been rotted, and a small white lamp hung on the bow of the boat.

A man in black stood on the boat, propping up the pole, his appearance was as large as a bird's beak, with a hooked nose, a messy mustache and hair, long ears, fangs, and crooked lips, giving the impression of a beast, and his whole body exuded a chilling and terrifying aura.

This person's breath is very strong, different from the lonely ghost in the river, such an existence in the east must be a ghost, also called a soul messenger, and there will also be such an existence in the west, Wang Xiaohu didn't know who this person was, but it was definitely the messenger who received it, and couldn't help but wave his hand at him.

The boatman, named Karen, is a boatman from the underworld, and the deceased must pass through this river when they are going to the country they should go. Karen's role is to be the river's ferryman, responsible for transporting the souls of the dead, and is therefore also regarded as a guide for the souls. The dead who want to cross the river must pay the ferry fee or be mercilessly thrown into the river by Cullen.

In ancient Greece, it was customary to place coins in the mouths or eyelids of the buried dead. The coin was, of course, paid for the river crossing to Karen.

Cullen is not just a ferryman, he is also responsible for keeping an eye on those who are not dead, or who should not go to hell, to prevent them from getting on the boat. Because if this happens, it will definitely cause chaos in hell. In short, Cullen is the leader of the dead and the torturer. Because Karen is very familiar with how to deal with the dead who go to hell, the place where he meets Karen is the starting point of hell.

It's a pity that Wang Xiaohu doesn't know anything about this, and he doesn't have a dime on him, Karen discovered Wang Xiaohu's existence, and lazily glanced at Wang Xiaohu who was half of his body floating on the water, and couldn't help frowning, the water quality of the Styx River Akron is much lighter than the water in the Yang world, and it has the title of Yushen River, unless it is through the ships of the underworld, it is almost impossible for a person's body to cross, even those evil ghosts, and now they are sinking into the river little by little, how can this man surface with half of his body?

The reason for this situation is because of Gao Qi's worship, an invisible force in the dark protects Wang Xiaohu, otherwise he will sink in the river like other wild ghosts, no matter how he flutters, he will only sink to the bottom, those wild ghosts in the water, I don't know how many years they have existed in the River Styx, can surface for a short while.

Karen didn't know, Wang Xiaohu was also unaware, he saw a bright light flashing in the eyes of the beast-like boatman, and he didn't see how he moved, just waved the boat pole in his hand lightly, and the broken ship that was broken and out of shape arrived in front of Wang Xiaohu in an instant.

The boat came quickly, startling Wang Xiaohu, and the boatman shouted gloomily: "You want to get on the boat?" The monotonous voice was something that Wang Xiaohu could understand, and although the taste was a little weird, it was better than not being able to communicate.

"Yes, old man, please take me out of here." Wang Xiaohu said very sincerely, Karen looked at him for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Come up." Wang Xiaohu said thank you, and hurriedly grabbed the broken boat to climb up, but found that his waist down was sunk in the River Styx, as if he had been welded to death, and he couldn't move at all.

Wang Xiaohu was very anxious, tried all kinds of methods, but still couldn't move, Karen stood on the boat and watched coldly, without the slightest intention of helping, Wang Xiaohu struggled for a while, and found that instead of climbing onto the boat, there seemed to be a huge suction force in the blood river, and his body was sinking a little bit.

Wang Xiaohu didn't understand what the situation was, when he wanted to sink, he couldn't sink, he wanted to float up and get on the boat, and he started to sink again, so he had to ask for help: "Old man, please do me a favor." ”

Cullen's face was expressionless, stretched out the boat pole, Wang Xiaohu grabbed it with both hands, and suddenly felt a trembling power from the boat pole, and brought him to the boat in a shake, Wang Xiaohu staggered and stood firm, feeling that the power on the boat pole was very strong, but he couldn't distinguish between good and evil, neither gloomy nor bright, Cullen gently swung the boat pole, and the boat floated forward on the blood river.

"Young man, I'm the Styx Ferryman, Karen, where are you going?"

"I was dragged down by a fallen angel, I'm not dead, old man, can you take me back?" Wang Xiaohu said very respectfully, Karen's face was hidden in the cloak, and he couldn't see the expression clearly, only a monotonous voice sounded: "Yes, one gold coin on the opposite side, two gold coins on the other side." ”

Wang Xiaohu reached out to touch his pocket, but he didn't have a penny, and said embarrassedly: "Old man, you turn around and send me back first, and when I go out, I will burn more paper money for you, you want gold coins and silver coins, as long as you say a way, you will definitely be indispensable." ”

As the ferryman of the River Styx, Cullen was punished to drive a ferry boat on the River Styx because he offended the gods, and he had a god-like sense of smell and could distinguish between the living and the dead on the boat. On his ship, he has the divine power to reach the heavens, and no one can go against his will.

He can feel that Wang Xiaohu is not really a ghost of death, but he has rowed a boat for countless years, never owed credit, there is no good and evil in his heart, only fair transactions, pay money to send you across the river, no money, throw it into the river.

Cullen stopped swinging the boat pole and looked at Wang Xiaohu gloomily: "If you have money, you can cross the river, but if you don't have money, you can only go down." ”

"Old man, be accommodating, I was framed and fell here, and I have nothing on me." , Wang Xiaohu touched his arms again, and he touched a yellow talisman, and couldn't help but perk up and said: "I have a thunder talisman here, which can lead to thunder, old man, how can it be worth some money, you take it first, and when I go back, I will burn gold coins for you accurately." ”

"Hey! Young man, don't you understand it now? This is Satan's hell, not the underworld of the East, you burn paper money for me, it is useless, the yellow charm in your hand can only prove that you are a heretic, no money, you can't get on my boat, said the slender pole swept towards Wang Xiaohu.

Wang Xiaohu didn't give money, he really didn't have money, and today he finally realized the taste of a penny stumping a hero, but he also made up his mind in his heart, if he has no money, he can't rely on it, what else can he do? Sometimes, scoundrels are just helpless.

But he didn't expect that the power of the boat pole was so weird, it was incredible, Wang Xiaohu watched the boat pole sweep over, the speed was not much, but he couldn't dodge, and he was swept out horizontally, poof! With a thud, it fell back into the River Styx.

Thanks: Sheyang voted for the two monthly tickets, thanks: the monthly ticket voted by the listening under the moon, thanks: the monthly ticket voted by the face pepper, thanks: the monthly ticket voted by the energetic twilight, thanks: the monthly ticket voted by Tang Corpse Yan waving his hand. (To be continued......)