In the sky above the underworld, the yin qi was fluttering, and the dead qi was churning by, startling the yin wind gusts, as if it had not seen the sun all year round, and the black fog was heavy.

In the Lechuan River, the river is as silent as stagnant water, and the wind passes without a trace.

However, on the bridge, a ghost jumped down, and fell into the Lechuan River with a "poof", causing ripples, like a boat in clear water, unable to stir up a little wave.

Immediately afterwards, after the ghost fell into the Lethe River, the cries for help and wails continued to struggle, and the sound fell into the hearts of people like piercing hearts, as if to remember future generations, if they did not enter the reincarnation and rebirth, they would suffer from the erosion of the soul body by the water of the Lechuan River.

However, on the bridge, there were many ghosts vying to stretch out their heads to watch, but none of them reached out to help. It's just because they know that the water of the Lethe River will not only make their souls scattered, but also make them suffer from the corrosive qi and burning fire before they really die. Therefore, they could only watch with their own eyes as the ghost that jumped into the Lethe River turned into foam little by little, gradually turning from a soul into a dry bone, and finally turning into ashes and merging with the water of the Lechuan River.

In the sea of flowers on the other side of the Lechuan River, the flowers and leaves on the other side with a faint green light are more and more dazzling and eye-catching under the reflection of the fire of the netherworld.

Legend has it that the flowers on the other side bloom, the flowers bloom for a thousand years, the flowers fall for a thousand years, the flowers bloom and the leaves fall, the leaves fall and the flowers bloom, and the life and the world will never see each other.

But this beautiful scenery only appeared in the blink of an eye, and the green light emitted by the flowers and leaves on the other side dissipated little by little in the shaking of light and shadow.

The flowers and leaves on the other side have withered.

A moment later, the entire sea of flowers fell into endless darkness in the withering of flowers and leaves on the other side.

In the dark night, there is a woman in red, with long hair like a waterfall, a slender figure, light yarn floating, standing quietly in the sea of flowers on the other side.

From a distance, it looks like a female ghost in red is standing there, a little terrifying.

The woman flicked her sleeves, and a little light shook out of her sleeves, falling on the flower branches on the other side without flowers and leaves.

Suddenly, a magical scene appeared, and flower bones scrambled to emerge on the originally bare flower branches on the other side. From small to large, bright red as blood, delicate and gorgeous.

The woman raised her lips and smiled, and whispered: "However, I waited on the bridge for three hundred years, but I didn't expect that I didn't wait for the people I wanted to wait, but I waited for the flowers on the other side to bloom." ”

"You're still waiting for him. ”

As soon as the woman's voice fell, she heard a warm man's voice behind her, like a warm winter sun, gentle and long.

The woman turned around, bowed to the comer, and said, "The little woman Jiang Wu has seen the Hades. ”

Mo Li smiled with his eyebrows, put his hands behind his back, slowly approached, and said with a smile: "How many times have you said it, just call me Mo Li, how come three hundred years have passed, and you are still so unfamiliar with me." ”

Jiang Wu smiled lightly and didn't answer, turned around and raised his eyes to look at the flowers on the other side of the place that were slowly blooming in the dark night, and sighed: "People in the world often say that the mandala flower is the most beautiful, because it is beautiful, and the way of planting and breeding is also the most unique, and it needs to be poured with blood. But today, in my opinion, the most beautiful thing in the world is the sea of flowers on this side and the other side. ”

"Then do you know how this side and the other side flowers are grown? ”

"What?" Jiang Wu frowned, his face puzzled.

Mo Li flicked his sleeves, as if a breeze crossed it, raising the shallow dust buried on the ground, revealing the white bones, he said: "With bones as mud, Lechuan River as nectar, tens of thousands of resentful spirits as guides, irrigated by the yin qi of the underworld, heaven and earth, only the underworld can grow......"

"The flower of death...... Jiang Wu raised her eyebrows, her expression was hidden in the vast night, only to hear her lonely and desolate voice, she said to herself: "If there is an afterlife, I would rather be a little flower in this world, without asking about the afterlife, without asking the reason......"