Mo Jian had just walked away, and when he turned his head to look for Shang Jin and Mu Ning Jiu again, he couldn't find them. He scratched his head in confusion and muttered:

"Huh? It's strange, I was still here just now, where did I go, this is ......"

At this time, the two of them were worried about the blood-red river and the insects, snakes, and ghosts that kept emerging from the water. The blue mist covered the chain bridge, a thick layer, so that people could not see the end of the bridge, and the fear of the unknown suddenly appeared in their hearts.

"Goo Dong Goo Dong" bubbles continue to rise from the Lethe River, like a pot of strange medicine boiled by a witch in a fairy tale, exuding cold air and a terrifying blackness.

Shang Jin picked up a very small stone from the side and threw it into the river with a "bang", and a mass of shapeless souls instantly floated up from the surface of the river, screaming and writhing wildly, which was extremely terrifying.

"What now?" Mu Ningjiu frowned and asked,

"Although these lonely ghosts have lost their minds and consciousness, as soon as we get closer, they will hear the movement and pounce one after another. And the chain bridge, rickety and tattered, there will be a sound when you pass it......"

Shang Jin shook the sword in his hand, and his eyes flashed with determination: "There is no other way but to rush." He grabbed Mu Ningjiu's waist with one hand and said in a deep voice:

"Hold on to me." As soon as the words fell, Mu Ningjiu felt that his body was light, and the whole person was swept forward.

Shang Jin tried his best to slow down his falling steps, but as soon as he touched the bridge deck that was dyed red by the river, the chain bridge was like a strange snake covered with rust-colored sores, and he suddenly raised his head and screamed. Its elongated body twitched, and its scales would fall and collide with each other, spreading across the blood-colored river.

Mu Ningjiu's hand didn't dare to relax in the slightest, and tightly grasped the hem of Shang Jin's clothes that was agitated by the yin wind, and his knuckles turned white.

Suddenly, the insects, snakes, ghosts and monsters in the Lechuan River seemed to be stimulated by something, and they shouted and surged even more wildly, as if they wanted to pull the two of them into the blood-red river together. Mu Ningjiu gritted her teeth and used a dagger to eliminate a ghost crawling at her feet, looking at the countless greedy pupils with a cruel smile, cold sweat trickled.

Shang Jin on his side was not easy, on the one hand, he had to hold Mu Ningjiu's waist to prevent her from falling, and on the other hand, he had to be vigilant at all times to be vigilant about the Lechuan Gu worm that suddenly entwined around his feet and devoured the soul.

"Ah Jin! Watch out for the right side! Mu Ningjiu exclaimed, Shang Jin had just cut through the obstacle in front of him, but unexpectedly, a black snake appeared behind him, and his pupils shrank.

With a "click", the snake was cut off by the light of the sword as bright as day, and fell into the scarlet river below. Mu Ningjiu looked at the blade on his hand stained with black snake and black blood, and frowned in disgust.

"Whew...... It's good to have you. Shang Jin panted and swept forward with Mu Ningjiu.

Shang Jin ran forward desperately against the sneering yin wind, and Mu Ning raised his sword in his nine hands, protecting him from the ghost attack on the side. The red and black Gu worms were densely packed all over the bridge, and the soles of his shoes were contaminated with an unknown black liquid, but he couldn't care about these anymore, so he could only keep taking steps, but the endless front was like a giant mouth of the abyss, far away.

Mu Ningjiu felt a gust of wind coming behind him, turned his head with difficulty, and saw the countless remnants that had been cast into a black wall at some point, twisted his fist and roared:

"You go first! I'll be right after that! As soon as the words fell, the soft wattle around his waist was loosened, and his heart was also mentioned, and then he unconsciously turned his head to look for her figure, and the black wall of a foot high was reflected in the phoenix eyes.

"Fool." Enraged, he swung his sword and joined the fight.

The souls are like slippery loaches, and because they don't have thoughts, it becomes extremely difficult to figure out their movements. Mu Ningjiu and Shang Jin fought with them for a round, but they did not have the slightest advantage, but had a tendency to lose. The black wall rolled up a burst of blood-red water from the Lechuan River, crashing into the iron bridge with a clattering sound, shaking violently, and the broken wooden board where Mu Ningjiu was standing suddenly loosened, and with a "bang", her whole person slid rapidly down with the wooden plank.

"Ah Jiu !!" Shang Jin yelled in horror and reached out to grab Mu Ningjiu who was hanging from the edge of the broken wooden bridge.

"Huh" Shang Jin was able to hold her fiery red clothes whose cuffs were torn by the wooden board, but in an instant, because she was overwhelmed, she was torn open a bigger opening, and she was about to break into two pieces. Mu Ningjiu's hands and feet hung in the air on the iron chain bridge, and only by hooking the edge of the iron rope with a fiery red ribbon around his waist did he stop his fall.

"Quick! Catch me!! He hissed anxiously, and stretched out his hand tremblingly, despite the black wall raging behind him.

Mu Ningjiu pinned the dagger back to his waist and struggled to reach him with his hands. A stream of blood slowly flowed from the arm that had been cut by the plank, and when it touched her wrist, the tag suddenly dimmed, leaving her completely exposed to the ghost.

When the monsters in the Lethe River saw her, they smelled the smell of the living soul, and as if they were stimulated, they surged and writhed, stirring the whole river like the sea.

Shang Jin gritted her teeth and stretched out her hand as hard as she could, her palms holding her sleeves were full of cold sweat. He felt the smooth satin of his clothes slipping through his fingers little by little, and his heart in his chest pounded.

With a "bang", the fabric broke completely, Shang Jin's pupils shrank sharply, and the next moment, a heavy weight came from his hand, making his eyes instantly red. He squeezed her hand tightly into his palm, pulling her upwards as if to let her melt into his own blood.

Mu Ningjiu had just walked on the edge of life and death, and he was also sweating profusely, his eyes swept across his back, and the black wall had been pasted to Shang Jin, as if it was eating away at his soul. Horror suddenly appeared in her eyes, and Shang Jin caught the determination that flashed in her eyes, and the smile on her lips, and her heart tightened.

The soft that had been clinging to him gradually lost its strength, and he looked at her in amazement, and shouted in disbelief:

"What are you doing?!" Shang Jin shook off the sword, and with a force of both hands, he pulled her out of the hole and pulled her behind him.

Suddenly, a black wall enveloped the two of them.

Mu Ningjiu's pupils shrank, and he quickly pulled Shang Jin behind him, pulled out the dagger soaked in his own blood, and stabbed it hard at the black wall.

With a "poof", the black wall formed by the gathering of remnant souls seemed to see some nemesis, and the moment it came into contact with the dagger, it instantly dissipated into nothingness. The entire obscure Lethe River was cut into a blank space.

"Since there is fate, I will do a favor and cast a spell on the weapons of the two of you, and then you can use them to kill the Yin Spirit."

Mu Ningjiu suddenly remembered the woman in the mysterious shop, who didn't know if she was a person or a ghost.

Who is she?

Mu Ningjiu looked at the blade stained with his own blood, frowned, remembering the trance he had seen Manzhu Sawa before, and a murmur ran back and forth in his mind.

There was a muffled snort behind her, and she quickly turned her head, only to see Shang Jin with a pale face and blank eyes, holding a sword, stumbling forward.

She stared at Shang Jin's chaotic pace, and her heart tightened: What's wrong with Ah Jin...... Thinking about it, she grasped the iron rope with one hand, exhaled the turbid breath in her lungs for a long time, and after stepping on the iron bridge that shook the soles of her feet, she took three steps and made two steps, and quickly approached him.

She stepped forward and grabbed Shang Jin, and the pair of phoenix eyes that seemed to be soaked in demonic blood suddenly came into view. She cursed in a low voice, grabbed the corner of Shang Jin's clothes, and gritted her teeth word by word:

"Ah Jin, wake me up! Did you hear that? When Shang Jin, who was dressed in purple, heard this, he suddenly went crazy and raised the sword in his hand that was stimulated and let out a low roar, and the blade of the sword was directed at Mu Ningjiu. The latter's eyebrows furrowed, and the sword flashed sideways, and the dagger was able to resist the cut sword face, and "Ahh

But the power on the sword did not dissipate, but became stronger and stronger, Mu Ningjiu looked at the dagger that was about to be cut on his shoulder, and a fine sweat broke out on his forehead. While secretly accumulating strength, she called in a dumb voice:

"Ah Jin, Ah Jin?" His blood-red eyes seemed to hesitate for a moment, and when Mu Ningjiu saw this, he continued to call out to him. The moment she felt the force on the dagger become smaller, she jerked the dagger away, and in an extremely tricky position, she went around behind Shang Jin and unloaded the sword in his hand.

With a "bang", Mu Ningjiu kicked his sword away, looked at Shang Jin who was sitting on the ground like a distraction, and said softly:

"Ah Jin, are you alright?"

The man on the ground heard the sound, raised his head suddenly, and the moment he saw Mu Ningjiu, his eyes trembled, his lips opened, and his eyes were slightly red, containing countless remorse and self-blame.

"It's not your fault that you were possessed by those ghasts to protect me." Mu Ningjiu squatted down, hugged him, and comforted him softly.

Despite what she said, Shang Jin still couldn't forgive herself. The hands that reached into the air and wanted to hug her back clenched into fists, stiffening and not knowing where to put them. As if he was afraid of hurting the person in his arms, he became timid.

Mu Ningjiu saw it in his eyes, and there was a bitterness in his heart, and then he hugged his head and slowly printed his lips, pious and gentle. His lips were extremely cold, and he subconsciously shrank back at the moment of contact, but he was tightly clasped by Mu Ningjiu at the back of his head, leaving no space between his lips.

"Ah Jiu...... I ......" with a hint of gasp in his hoarse voice, and he said with a trembling voice:

"I'm sorry."

He didn't know what would have happened to Ah Jiu if he hadn't woken up a moment earlier. He didn't dare to think about it, but while he was happy, he blamed himself even more for his incompetence.

When Mu Ningjiu heard this, he blinked, hooked his lips and said:

"Your apology, I accept. But ......"

"Punishment is still punishment." Shang Jin straightened his back, his eyes flashed with a serious look, and he said without thinking:

"I do." Mu Ningjiu smiled, stretched out his hand and flicked his head, muttering:

"What, I haven't even said it, you ......"

"I promise." He quickly interrupted her, paused and continued:

"Ah Jiu, whatever you say, I will agree." Mu Ningjiu's eyes rolled and hugged his neck:

"What about me now, I haven't thought about it yet, anyway......"

"You owe me a request, how?"