In the vast and boundless Netherworld, the Lechuan River flows out of the Yellow Spring Sea under the Ghost Gate in the east, rushes and rolls westward, across the entire underworld, and then flows into the Soul Roaring Sea under the Ridge Tomb Mountain in the west.

Among the fragrant grasses on the bank of the river, the delicate flowers on the other side are blooming one after another. The ghost willows are still around, dotted with green, dark red or dark blue fireflies shuttling through it.

On the blood-colored river, ferries from the underworld with white lanterns on their bows rushed out of the white mist rising out of thin air on the river, or rushed into those white mists, shuttling back and forth between the yin and yang worlds, leading the ghosts who had reached the end of their lives to the underworld.

A young man with a lofty spirit walked out of the ghost willow forest slowly, stood on the bank of the Lechuan River, and looked at the white mist on the river in a daze.

Because of the appearance of the man, there was a lot of commotion on the boats in the river, which were supposed to be calm. As all the ferries passed in front of him, the captains and the ghosts who were ushered in all knelt down and saluted him, shouting: "My lord Hades Emperor, the same age as the sky, and the same life as the earth!"

Occasionally, a few new ghosts, driven by curiosity, secretly raised their heads slightly and glanced at the man. I saw that this man was like a jade tree, with long black hair, untied, draped on the back of his head and draped over his shoulders, smooth and smooth like fine silk satin, and like a black waterfall. The high nose bridge on the jade face has long eyebrows like willows on both sides, and a pair of bright eyes under the eyebrows shine faintly like stars. Between the eyebrows, there is a momentum that is not angry but mighty.

With this kind of appearance, how can you be a handsome guy in the world; when you walk on the street, you don't know how many girls you will be fascinated by?

The black robe on his body danced gently with the breeze of the Lechuan River. The flame pattern embroidered with silver silk thread on the cuffs of his sleeves seemed to come alive at this moment, swaying as his robe danced.

After a few moments, the man sat on the ground, his eyes fixed on the white mist drifting on the Lethe River. In the depths of his deep eyes, there was a trace of yearning, a yearning for the white mist on the wide Lechuan River, and a little longing.

"Father. After a long time, a little boy of five or six years old, along with a dignified and elegant young woman, walked out of the ghost willow forest behind the man. The little boy's facial features were very similar to those of the man, the hair on his head was tied into two mustaches, one on one side was coiled on the two bumps on his head, and the hair on the back of his head was combed straight down to his back. He wears a bright yellow robe and a red jacket over it.

The woman stood still behind the man without saying a word, while the boy ran over to the man with joy when he saw him, and after standing beside him, he took the man by the hand and said, "Father, are you looking at the world again?"

The man turned his head to look at the child, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and then he reached out and touched the boy's head, and said, "God of Cocoon, do you want to see the world?"

"Is the world fun? What is there in the world?" the little boy was stunned when he heard this, then turned his head to look at his father, smashed his eyes, and said: "But Xie Bi'an said that the world is an evil place. ”。

Xie Bi'an is right, but although the world is full of evil, there is something in the world that is rare in our underworld. After speaking, the man withdrew his gaze from the childish face of the little boy, and then looked up at the white mist on the Lechuan River, and fell silent.

"What is it?" the little boy asked curiously, seeing that he had fallen silent again. As he spoke, the boy gently shook the man's arm again.

After a moment, the man slowly spoke, spitting out a single word: "Love." ”。

The little boy was stunned again when he heard this, and then he shouted loudly: "The father is deceiving, the whole underworld is saying that the father's arrival is full of love for the underworld, why do you say that this is a rare thing in the underworld?"

The corners of the man's mouth turned up, revealing a faint smile. That smile instantly diluted the arrogance on his face that he should have as a Netherworld Emperor, and also diluted the domineering spirit that a supreme ruler of the underworld should have.

"The love of the underworld, after all, has just begun, and it is as fragile as a newborn baby. The man turned his head again, looked at the puzzled look on his son's face, and said meaningfully: "But the love of the world is older than the history of the underworld. It existed in the world a long, long time ago. ”。

After speaking, memories came from the depths of his soul like a tide, and the past appeared in front of him bit by bit......