The paper boat continued to sail down the river, and the speed began to slow down a little.

The paper boat slowed down and finally docked completely on the other side.

"Keep up. ”

The old man who had been sitting quietly on the bow of the boat had appeared on the shore at some point, and he turned his white face like a piece of paper. The paper lamp with a pale yellow glow was also held in his hand and shone on Gu Qingzhou's face.

Gu Qingzhou just wanted to refuse, but found that his body was out of control again, and he automatically took a step forward.

Gu Qingzhou opened his mouth and wanted to say something

, but found that there was no sound at all, and his heart sank again.

The old man took Gu Qingzhou to walk on a very wide road, the road was very long, and he didn't know where it led. The pavement is earthy yellow, and it is not known what material it is paved with. Both sides of the road are full of flowers, and the flowers are extremely beautiful and intoxicating.

Gu Qingzhou couldn't help but think of the folk legend: "Flowers bloom on the other side, flowers bloom on the other side." The flowers bloom without leaves, and the leaves are without flowers. ”

The periphery of the flowers on the other side was endless darkness, and from time to time there were gusts of yin wind, which made Gu Qingzhou's back spine chill, and a cold sweat broke out.

Gu Qingzhou didn't know how long he had been walking with the old man, and on the earthy yellow road where there were originally only the two of them, white figures began to appear scattered, also one after the other, led by a yincha.

Gu Qingzhou instantly felt his scalp tingle, just walking on this road, he clearly didn't see anyone.

He didn't know exactly when these people appeared, as if they had suddenly appeared out of thin air.

I don't know how long I walked, but there were more and more people on the road, and the road, which was originally very empty, seemed a little crowded at this moment.

Gu Qingzhou followed behind the old man like a walking corpse, his eyes secretly aimed at the others, and his face suddenly changed greatly.

He saw that the men were all floating three inches above the ground, and their feet were not moving, but they were able to move forward.

Moving his gaze upward, he saw that the figures were all dressed in white robes, spotless. Gu Qingzhou looked at the faces of those people, and his heart was even more shocked, the faces of those figures were all blurred, and their facial features were unrecognizable, as if they had no faces.

A cold sweat broke out from his back, and Gu Qingzhou's heart felt a deep sense of fear. There were also countless questions in my mind: what the hell is this place, why am I here, who is this old man, and where is he taking me?

The two continued walking.

After a while, the road seemed to come to an end, and I saw a long line of white figures in front of me, and countless white figures floated three inches above the ground.

Gu Qingzhou peeked at the old man again, and found that the other party was still expressionless, without a trace of emotion, just quietly lined up with him in the queue and stood in front of him.

I don't know how long it took, Gu Qingzhou finally lined up at the front of the line, and at this time he could finally see the scene ahead.

I saw that not far in front of me is an ancient stone bridge, and there is a white jade stele at the head of the bridge, which is engraved with three big characters of "Nai He Bridge".

There is a black river flowing under the bridge, and white skeletons float in the river, making a "hiss" sound, which is creepy.

The entire bridge is made of white jade, which looks spotless, and the bewitching flowers on the other side bloom all the way to the bridge.

The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, and the grass is sad and sad. However, there is no way to do it in front of the bridge, and there are three lives in front of the three-life stone.

"Is it true that I'm already dead?" Gu Qingzhou exclaimed in his heart.

In the middle of the bridge stood an old woman, with a headscarf wrapped around her head, her upper body was rickety, her skin was shriveled, and she seemed to be so thin that only a piece of skin was left to wrap her bones.

There was a large cauldron beside the old woman, and a green flame was burning under the pot, and white smoke was billowing out of the pot.

When someone passed over the bridge, the old woman brought out a bowl of white smoke from the pot and let the man cross the bridge drink it.

"I'm not dead, I don't want to drink Meng Po soup, let me go back quickly. ”

However, on the bridge, suddenly a white figure seemed to wake up from that confused state, and his face emerged. Gu Qingzhou looked at him, it was a young man with a relatively delicate face.

But at this time, he was full of fear, and fell directly to the ground, begging bitterly.

"Maybe there are still people in the world who he can't forget!" Gu Qingzhou said in his heart.

The old woman stood up her somewhat slumped back to look at him, and with a bewitching smile on her face, it was as beautiful as the blooming flower on the other side.

"The past life has nothing to do with you, it's time for you to let go. ”

The old woman's slightly hoarse voice reached the man's ears, and the man's eyes became empty again, and his face gradually faded and faded, and finally returned to that muddy state.

He numbly took the bowl of steaming soup in the old woman's hand and drank it in one gulp. From then on, he forgot everything and was no longer him.

"However, after the bridge, Meng Po soup, drank a bowl of forget Junlang. Don't ask about Meng Po's past life, just think about the next life and leave less. Gu Qingzhou lamented in his heart.

How many affectionate men in this world are still thinking about the girl in their hearts until they die after they get drunk.

"Meng Po, there seem to be more people today, are you fully prepared Meng Po soup?"

Gu Qingzhou had already been lined up, and the old man stood aside and asked Meng Po.

Meng Po nodded, her voice still slightly hoarse: "Enough!"

There was not a trace of emotion in her words. Meng Po held the spoon in her right hand, and did not look at the old man, still repeating the movements in her hand

Meng Po handed a bowl of white smoke Meng Po soup to Gu Qingzhou, and Gu Qingzhou looked up at her.

At this time, Meng Po also happened to look up at him, and when the two met their eyes, Meng Po was suddenly obviously stunned, and her face became extremely unnatural.

"I seem to feel his breath, is it him?"

Meng Po turned her head to look at the old man next to her, who nodded and responded to her.

"Hmm, what is he?" Seeing Meng Po's reaction, Gu Qingzhou was puzzled, from the Dark Lord on the Lechuan River to the current Meng Po, Gu Qingzhou obviously felt that they seemed to be hiding something from themselves.

"Drink the Meng Meng Po soup, but everything is earthly. Meng Po's face quickly returned to normal, and she handed the soup to Gu Qingzhoudao.

Gu Qingzhou wanted to refuse in his heart, but after hearing Meng Po's fluttering voice, his hands and feet did not obey the call at all, and he fell into the previous state again.

Gu Qingzhou stretched out his hands in a daze and took over the bowl of Meng Po soup, the Meng Po soup in the bowl was tumbling with white gas, and taking a sip could make people forget their troubles, as if they were in a fairyland.

Gu Qingzhou held the Soul Breaking Soup in both hands, brought it to his mouth and drank it all.

"It tastes good, I didn't expect this Meng Po soup to be quite delicious. ”

Gu Qingzhou smacked his tongue, as if he was drinking Qiongxian jade liquid, and the fear in his heart magically dissipated at this moment.

However, that's all, Gu Qingzhou didn't feel any discomfort in his body. And, most importantly, I don't seem to have forgotten anything.

"It's really him!" came Meng Po's exclamation.

The old man also stared, as if he was sure of something.

After drinking the Broken Soul Soup and walking down the Nai He Bridge, a huge city came into Gu Qingzhou's eyes.

In front of Gu Qingzhou is a tall city gate, there is a pitch-black city wall on both sides of the city gate, and countless white flags are inserted on the city wall, and there is a big "ghost" word printed on the front and back of the flag.

Directly above the city gate is a huge red plaque, engraved with all kinds of strange symbols, I don't know what material is used, it exudes an extremely faint light, and the center of the plaque is engraved with the two big characters "酆都".

Gu Qingzhou looked at the plaque, and there was a moment of dark distraction, as if a glance could drag people's minds into it.

Walking under the city gate, Gu Qingzhou instantly felt an invisible coercion, which made people breathless.

On both sides of the city gate, there is a Yin soldier holding a spear and wearing armor standing on each side, guarding the city gate here.

"The ghost town of Xudu, no one without a token is allowed to enter. ”

An extremely majestic voice came into Gu Qingzhou's ears, and the two Yin soldiers crossed the spears in their hands and stopped the old man and Gu Qingzhou who came down to the city gate.

The old man glanced at Gu Qingzhou, holding the paper lamp in his left hand, and his right hand slid to his waist for a while, and after a while, he took out a pitch-black token.

The edge of the token is inlaid with a white border, and the word "Yincha" is engraved in the middle. After the two Yin soldiers saw the token, they withdrew the spears in their hands and returned to their original positions, staring motionless in front of them, with no life on their bodies, like two statues.

After entering the city gate, there was a straight street, and the scene in the city of Xudu was truly displayed in Gu Qingzhou's eyes.

The streets are lined with two rows of houses and shops, and there are stalls along the roadside, some of which are ghosts and skeletons.

There are all kinds of strange things on the stalls, some of them are papier-mâché, some are made of white bone, and some sell all kinds of blood.

The streets are also filled with ghosts, some bargaining with stall owners, others wandering around. At first glance, it is no different from the yang world.

The old man led Gu Qingzhou to walk on the streets, shuttling among the many ghosts.

"It's the breath of a living person!"

Suddenly, someone shouted, and for a while, all the ghosts stopped their movements and looked at Gu Qingzhou.

The grimblin's pale faces showed a fierce look of greed. Some of their eyes lit up, some held knives and axes, and some even had saliva dripping from their mouths.

Being stared at by so many ghosts and monsters, Gu Qingzhou instantly felt creepy, and a sense of fear arose.

Faced with this situation, Gu Qingzhou was directly stunned, his delicate face was a little pale with fright, and the whole person seemed a little at a loss and completely panicked.

"Huh?"

The old man in front of him also stopped, and a trace of majesty finally appeared on his emotionless face, and he directly raised the yin token in his hand, and swept his fierce gaze around the surrounding ghosts.

"Dare to obstruct the handling of the case?"

An extremely cold voice came into the ears of the ghosts.

Those ghosts looked at each other, although there was a deep unwillingness in their eyes, but they all lost the courage to make a move, so they could only let the old man take Gu Qingzhou away from the crowd.