Words have long been unable to express the level of shock in my heart at this time.

Could this be the legendary Huangquan Road? Further down is the Netherworld? It seems to be much better than I imagined, the environment is good, it is not crowded, and there are small grasses and flowers along the way.

I looked down at a small red flower closest to me, first felt familiar, then recognized, quickly took out my mobile phone, and compared it with the icon of the flower system app on the other side, it was exactly the same, and I instantly knew the name of the flower.

It turns out that this is the flower of the other side, the famous flower of the underworld.

Thinking of Wang Manyu, I didn't dare to delay the slightest longer, so I quickly put away my curiosity and ran ahead along Huangquan Road.

Sure enough, just like what Lao Wu said, all the souls moved extremely slowly, and they were always moving forward in one posture, without communicating with each other, and not even looking at the other souls.

I ran wildly, past one ghost after another.

Some of them are like the old lady when I followed into Huangquan Road, wearing shrouds, shaped like withered trees, and they should be old, dying of old age or dying of illness because of old age.

Some are young people.

There are also several kinds of young people, some of them are the same as old ladies, wearing shrouds, and they are emaciated, and it is estimated that they died of illness at a young age.

Some young people did not wear shrouds, and their bodies were incomplete, and the worst one was missing half of his head.

Of course, there were a few children, and it was a little sad to look at me.

This is exactly what the saying is: life, death, wealth and wealth are all determined by the sky, and there are no young and old on the Huangquan Road.

I felt sad for a while, and I didn't dare to slow down my feet, but I never saw Wang Manyu's figure.

In addition to the slow ghosts, I saw several people dressed in ancient soldier costumes, some with swords in their hands, some with ropes, and two with strange shapes in their hands.

These are probably the yin in Lao Wu's mouth!

The shadows were expressionless, some went inside, some went out, but none of them looked at me.

As I ran forward, I stared into the distance until I faintly saw a tall arched bridge, and my heart pounded, and a feeling of despair permeated all over my body.

Could it be that the Nai Ho Bridge?

Lao Wu said very clearly, once Wang Manyu's soul crosses the Nai He Bridge, there is no way to recover it!

That fear in my heart! Could it be that Wang Manyu has already crossed the Nai He Bridge?

Hurriedly rushed towards the Nai He Bridge, and directly used the strength of breastfeeding.

Just when I saw the whole picture of the bridge, I suddenly saw a familiar back.

Wang Manyu!

It should be said that it is Wang Manyu's soul! She, like the rest of the spirits, was walking towards the Nai Ho Bridge step by step.

Pleasantly surprised, I hurried to catch up with him.

Because I was too nervous just now, I was extremely excited when I saw her, so I forgot Lao Wu's advice and shouted casually: "Manyu!" I...... I ......"

Before he finished the rest of the words, he suddenly remembered Lao Wu's words, and suddenly chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly closed his mouth and looked around.

The two souls closest to me didn't react, and moved forward as before.

Just when I thought it was just a false alarm, several strange people appeared on either side of me.

These guys are more than two meters tall, five big and three thick, and they are as black as oil, and what is even more terrifying is that they are obviously human bodies, but they have the faces of livestock.

The closest one to me was a pig-faced, and behind me stood a cow-faced weirdo, and the one that struck my eyesight the most was a chicken-faced one.

These weirdos all have guys in their hands, some have swords and axes, and some have ropes and metal chains, and at a glance they know that they are underworld.

A sentence popped up in my head: It turns out that the mythical story of the bull head and horse noodles is not made out of nothing!

The pig face closest to me said coldly: "You are a living person, how did you come to Huangquan Road?" ”

I can't explain it!

I thought about picking up Wang Manyu and running in the direction I came, but seeing that I was surrounded by seven or eight such monsters at the moment, I dispelled this idea.

"She's my girlfriend, she's not dead! I...... I've got to save her back! ”

The pig's face was like a pig and "snorted": "Since you have entered Huangquan Road, you are a person here, where do you want to go back?" ”

"But ......" I couldn't think of an explanation.

I really want to slap myself three times, this is not really said by Lao Wu, there is no hair on the mouth and I can't do things firmly, why did I shout that just now!

What to do? Could it be that this time he really took his life for nothing?

Suddenly something came to mind.

Maybe when he told me not to speak after I went down to Huangquan, Lao Wu didn't think of this thing - Fuxi brand!

I have a Fuxi card on me! If it is really as he said, the Fuxi card can command all the ghosts to be bad, then as long as I take out the Fuxi card, they should all listen to me!

At this point, I had to use a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

So I quickly took out the Fuxi card from my bag and held it high.

The Fuxi card was jet black, and it was a dull black similar to coal, but the moment I held it up, it became shining, illuminating a large area around it.

The spirits walking slowly around them all seemed to press the pause button.

Seven or eight of the weird-faced men all fell to their knees, and pressed their foreheads against the grass.