Huge waves rose in the River Styx, engulfing pale and twisted souls.

These souls waved their limbs desperately as the waves rose and fell. From a distance, it looks like a famous English delicacy called "stargazing".

Dylan looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but swallow.

"Speaking of which, it seems like it's been a long time since I've had a good meal. When I return to the world, what will I eat?"

Dylan touched his chin, his face thoughtful.

Caron didn't have the laid-back mentality of Dylan, and when he saw the wave rushing towards him, his whole face was elongated by three centimeters. Cuarón never imagined that someone would dare to make waves in front of him.

At this point, he felt that his majesty had been severely trampled on.

"Very well, you have the courage to feel the wrath of the god Styx. You guys deserve to be appreciated!"

Caron let out a low roar, two miserable green flames coming out of his eyes. He lifted the oars high, his thin, crooked body straight.

Click!

Suddenly, lightning and thunder roared, and the heavens and the earth changed color. Three thousand miles into the river basin of the River Styx, a miserable green wind suddenly blew.

Woowoowoo······ Woowoo·······woowoooo

The yin wind suddenly rose, forming a yin qi barrier hundreds of meters high on the river surface, firmly enveloping the white bone ferry in the middle.

The rising waves hit the barrier formed by the yin wind, and not even a drop of water was left, and a dark green waterspout was formed in an instant. More than a dozen Styx elves were swept into the waterspout, along with the souls of the waves.

Caron was on the bow of the boat, holding the end of the oar in one hand and rocking back and forth. As he moved, the tornado roared and shook like a beast. The tributaries of the River Styx, which are three thousand miles long, play out a tsunami-like scene.

After a long time, the world may have forgotten what Caron was.

He is the "Ferryman of the River Styx" canonized by Hades, the youngest son of the dark creator god "Orrepos" and the goddess of the night "Niks", a member of the Titan gods, and the master of the original sin of greed in hell.

One should remember that in the river Styx of hell, there is such a deity.

The tornado raged for a while, but Cuarón still had no intention of stopping, his eyes glowing with a burning essence, and he looked as if he had become addicted to playing.

Time slowly passed, and Dylan's face gradually became impatient. He reminded Caron loudly, "Caron, I'm in a hurry to get out of hell, can you go back and deal with those little things that offend you?" ”

It was rare for Caron to meet a fool who dared to block his boat, and he got a little carried away for a while. It wasn't until I heard Dylan's cry that I remembered that I was going to send Dylan to the first level of hell.

"The game can be played at any time, and the sooner things are done on Dylan's side, the better. ”

Thinking of this, the oar in his right hand shook slightly.

Hum... ！

After a buzzing sound, the tornado suddenly stopped.

The yin wind and dead qi mobilized by Karon spread out in a circle and in all directions. The water of the River Styx, which had been rolled up, was also thrown into the river like rain, and the souls and beasts wrapped in the tornado fell back into the water one after another like dumplings.

As if nothing had happened at all, the River Styx was calm again.

It's just ·····

Dylan turned his head to look at the dozen or so small green things that had fallen from the sky, and the twisted soul. Somewhat amused, he asked, "Are these little things just blocking your boat?" what are you going to do with them?"

With a finger of Caron's oar, a long lock of dead air shot out from the oar, pulling the twisted soul in front of him.

He looked at the tainted and mutated soul with a look of surprise on his face.

Seeing the expression on Cuaron's face, Dylan asked again, "Don't you tell me that you have picked up some treasure from ancient times." I've read this kind of rotten stalk at least a thousand times in the novel. ”

Caron pinched the soul's head, looked at it carefully, and replied, "It's not a treasure at all, it's just a little strange. ”

As he spoke, he smashed his soul with his right hand and pulled out a green ball of light from it. Then he said to Dylan, "Look, this is a Styx elf. The Styx elves in their souls. ”

Hearing this, Dylan's heart beat violently a few times. He hurried to Caron's front and leaned forward, carefully observing the creature he was holding.

If the outer layer of fluorescence is removed, this thing looks like nothing more than a green starfish the size of half a palm. It doesn't seem to be anything unusual.

"This thing is lying on the soul?"

Looking at the starfish, Dylan's brow furrowed deeper and deeper, as if he was muttering to himself, as if he was asking questions.

Caron's face was also full of seriousness at this time, he had seen a lot of Styx goblins, and there was never a shortage of souls that could lie on people's bodies. However, the Styx elves who can lie on their souls have never even heard of this.

Since it's such a rare thing·····.

Sou!

Before Dylan could react, he saw a flash of green light on Cuaron's hand, and the starfish vanished. He laughed a few times, then winked at Dylan and said, "I'll take this thing back and study it carefully." You shouldn't object, right?"

Dylan looked at the starfish that had been caroned, and the bruises on his head twitched a few times. He considered the possibility of grabbing something with Caron on the River Styx, but nodded helplessly.

Actually, Dylan really wanted this particular Styx elf.

He knew that it was not difficult to possess the body, but it was almost impossible to lay down on the soul.

At the beginning, Quetzalcoatl also wanted to take Dylan's soul without damage, so he didn't attack him for a long time.

But he didn't expect that just one step slower would allow Cerberus to drag Dylan to hell. In the end, it also grinded the soul of Quetzalcoatl.

Come to think of it, what even ancient gods and demons can't do, a Styx elf can do. It shows that this little thing must be very valuable for research.

If you can get your hands on this, you might be able to solve this problem.

However, it is also unrealistic to want to snatch something from Caron. After all, the reputation of the Lord of Caron's greed is there.

Because of this sudden elf, Dylan's rare good mood was completely ruined.

At this time, Caron was in a good mood.

The bone ferry continued to drive, and on the surface of the River Styx, the famous phrase that had been passed down since ancient times floated.

“······· Guide me to the city of sorrow, guide me to the pain I never had. Now I'm going to ferry you to the fire, the cold and the darkness you've never had. Everyone who comes here has to give up hope. ”

Cuarón's voice drifted far away·······.