Rushing......

On the riverside, a young man in white who looked like a scholar slowly opened his eyes, and his fingers were gently pulled out of the mud and sand.

"This is ......" He got up from the ground, looked at the clean white clothes on his body, and couldn't help but be a little stunned, "Didn't I fall into the sea? Why am I here?"

The sky was a dull red, with occasional black dots, and only a faint light shone down.

Beside him was an endless river, flowing slowly and making a sparse sound. The river was covered with a thick fog, and it was difficult to see where the opposite bank was, but you could feel the swishing cold air drifting away.

He squatted down, approached the river and washed his hands, just as he wanted to pick up the water to wash his face.

"How could it be ......?"

He looked at the ink-black river, on which he could not see his reflection at all, as if this river could swallow everything. And the slow-flowing river makes it difficult to tell where it is going.

This reminded him of the familiar old saying: those who have shadows are living, and those who have no shadows are dead.

"Am I dead?" Ling Jiang gritted his teeth and smiled bitterly.

Also, I don't know how to water, and it's hard to fall into the sea in that kind of place, and I don't want to die.

He slowly stood up and looked at the gloomy sky, where should he go?

Ling Jiang turned around and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the quaint and broken stone tablet in the distance, with two cumbersome words written on it, but he could still vaguely distinguish it: Lethe Chuan.

The legendary Lethe River is a river that flows to the underworld.

"So this is the underworld...... Ling Jiang looked at the lifeless scene in front of him, which really made him feel very depressed.

There is a winding path on the riverside, and on both sides of the path there are all kinds of strange old trees, except for the sound of running water, there is almost no other sound, and it is terrifyingly quiet.

Suddenly, only listening to the end of the path, there seemed to be a wonderful song coming, the song was miserable, not as sad as the suona sound, the voice was very light, which made people feel depressed when they listened to it.

For some reason, he involuntarily stepped onto the path.

As if it was a soul hooking spell, he walked forward as if he was enchanted.

The path is very rough and potholed, but there is no second figure in sight on the road except for yellowing trees and yellowing weeds.

"Why is there no Huangquan Road, what about the flowers on the other side?" Ling Jiang walked all the way, his heart full of doubts.

According to the rumors, after crossing the Lechuan River, you should be able to see Huangquan Road, there are flowers on the other side of Huangquan Road, and at its end is Wangxiangtai......

But here, beyond the bleakness, it's like a hell on earth.

Whining......

The song resounded for a while, and then suddenly disappeared and froze. In its place, there was an eerie voice.

It's not as bleak as a ghost crying wolf, but it's very resistant. He made a detour, and suddenly through the gap in the woods, he caught a glimpse of a great hall not far from the path, and the great hall was built in great magnificence.

The strange sound came out of the main hall.

Roar...... Roar......

The sound was as turbulent as a beast, and it had the seclusion of ghosts, and Ling Jiang couldn't guess what it was that could make such a sound.

"What the hell is that sound? Ling Jiang muttered.

And the thick clouds that shrouded the main hall reflected all kinds of tall illusions from time to time.

The vision was vague, and although it was impossible to see what it was, just looking at it from a distance was enough to make his face change dramatically.

With a panicked mood, Ling Jiang hurriedly walked through this section of the path that was not very long.

As the hall continued to move away, the extremely strange sound gradually dissipated, and the song that had guided him before resounded in his ears again.

Ling Jiang looked up, and not far in front of him, there was a small wooden house.

The area around the hut was a wilderness, and it was hard to imagine that this place would be inhabited.

"No, this is the underworld, how can anyone ......," Ling Jiang laughed at himself.

But to his surprise, there was a young girl sitting on the top of the cabin.

Her skin was white, slender and scattered down long enough to reach the roof. Dressed in a white silk dress, she sat barefoot in the wooden house with her hands folded into fists staring at her chin.

The charming and desolate singing voice came from her mouth.

"Who is she?" Ling Jiang looked at her from afar, and couldn't help but stop his steps.

For some reason, there was a magical force that stopped him from moving on, and the girl seemed to have spotted him, glancing at herself intentionally or unintentionally.

Father......

The scene in front of me is like a painting reflected on the water. At this moment, it was as if someone was holding a stick, stirring the silent water in front of him, rippling, and the picture became blurry.

"What the hell is going on?" Ling Jiang exclaimed, realizing that he was speechless.

After a short while, the picture returned to calm.

It's just that this time it's no longer a hut, and the content of the painting is the Lethe River he woke up to earlier.

The girl is still barefoot, wearing a gauze skirt, and her figure is graceful.

She bent down slightly, holding a wet clay in her hand, and slowly pinched it in her hand, and after a while, the clump of dirt in her hand was gradually pinched out into a human shape, like a child of one or two years old.

Out of nowhere, the girl took out a branch and began to sculpt the child's face.

Little drifter!

Ling Jiang quickly recognized that the lovely face was the little drifter that Uncle Nine picked up on the day of the sea sacrifice.

It's just that the face of the little drifter is like a dead corpse, but now this little child is cute and innocent, and the two are very different.

The girl pinched the little child's clay figure, blew lightly, and slowly turned it like a river.

After the clay figure entered the water, it slowly swam like a living child.

The girl looked at the clay figure playing in the water, put her hands together and laid them flat on her chest, and she whispered: "Go find him, bring him here ......"

The child in the water seemed to understand the girl's words, and immediately nodded, showing a childlike smile, and slowly swam towards the other side of the Lethe River, gradually disappearing into the mist.

After watching this scene, Ling Jiang felt incredible.

This little drifter turned out to be just a clay figure!

But why is it so scary?

Maybe it's Lao Guo's reason......

He had heard Dabai say that everything with spirituality would absorb yin energy. Just like the jade pendant that is dyed black on your body, it means that there are ghosts eyeing you, but the yin qi is absorbed by the talisman jade.

But when the little drifter appeared, it was above Lao Guo's corpse, and it was obviously not that simple.

I don't know how long it took, the girl washed her hands in the water of the Lethe River and slowly stood up.

She looked at the other side and muttered in a delicate voice, "You must come......"

"Why is she looking for me......" Ling Jiang couldn't help but ask himself when he heard this voice.

When the words fell, the girl was slightly stunned, and then turned around.

She was originally the person in the painting, but she could hear her own voice, which shocked Ling Jiang.

"You're here......" The girl smiled slightly and walked over to Lingjiang.

Wow......

She stretched out her palm as if she wanted to touch Ling Jiang, but there were waves of water in front of her, and her whole person and the Lethe behind her became blurred.

"What the hell is this ......" Ling Jiang couldn't believe it, he had been blinded, whether it was a painting in front of him or a real scene.

The girl didn't seem to be too surprised as if she had expected this, but whispered, "Will you take me away?"

"Where are you going?" asked Ling Jiang.

"Go to the outside world...... "There is a hint of longing in the girl's eyes, "it will come to you, you must leave, stay here and you will die." ”

For some reason, the girl's voice became more and more blurred, and the calm water in front of her resounded again.

After a while, the girl's figure merged with the Lethe River behind her, and she couldn't tell what was familiar.

"Who the hell are you?" Ling Jiang shouted.

"Take me away...... Can you?" the girl hissed, her voice staccato "only you can take me away......"

The picture in front of him became more and more blurry, and Ling Jiang was afraid that he would soon never hear the girl's voice again.

He hurriedly shouted, "Okay, I'll take you away." ”

Airplanes......

After saying this, a strange echo suddenly appeared in Ling Jiang's mind.

The body collapsed involuntarily.

It was as if he saw the dark waves again, sinking along the cold seabed.

He couldn't tell what was illusory and what was real.

True and false, false and real......

He felt like he had a long dream, in which he longed to wake up......