In the misty realm.

Seeing Gu Han leave, the three girls were silent for a long time. Even Qiuqiu's big eyes were full of reluctance and he sobbed softly.

Sudden.

Feng Xi took off the new wine bottle from her waist and started drinking.

"You should understand."

Shang Qingshu understood her thoughts and sighed: "Even if you go, you can't help him at all."

Feng Xi made a move.

He glanced at her and said calmly: "I can't help because I'm too weak."

If I am strong enough.

He is so strong that he is invincible, so powerful that he can overwhelm the ghost clan. How can he let his junior brother take such a risk?

Snap!

Thinking of this, she squeezed it gently, and the jug broke instantly, and the wine poured down, like a torrential river, flooding a large area of ​​land.

"I want to retreat."

She turned around and walked towards the green cave: "Don't come to me for a drink in the future!"

Retreat!

Get back Shifeng's... true power!

Shang Qingshu sighed, without much persuasion. She glanced at Zhuang Yuchen, who was feeling lost, and suddenly said: "Do you want to stay here in the future?"

"..."

Zhuang Yuchen did not answer. He was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Is he the ferryman of Huangquan?"

"Didn't you see it?"

"Being a ferryman..."

She turned around and mustered up the courage to look at the other person: "What are your requirements?"

"oh?"

Shang Qingshu was a little surprised, but she understood what she meant.

His eyes turned.

After sizing up the other person, he finally stopped at the other person's chest, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "How come you are so fierce?"

"you……"

Zhuang Yuchen blushed, feeling a little uncomfortable with her aggressive gaze. He took two steps back, crossed his arms with his arms, and suppressed the upcoming turbulence in time.

"It's...natural!"

"so?"

Shang Qingshu was slightly disappointed.

Withdrawing her gaze, she took off the flask from her waist, drank for a while, exhaled the smell of alcohol, and whispered softly: "Being a ferryman is very dangerous."

"I see."

"No, you don't understand."

Shang Qingshu looked at her seriously and shook her head: "I can't even remember how many talented people like you I have seen in our organization. There is not even one in a hundred who may survive to the end!"

"I'm really going to die."

Her expression was as serious as ever: "And you will die quietly. Even your friends and relatives will not know that you are dead! Are you still willing?"

"willing!"

"What's the reason?"

"He said that."

Zhuang Yuchen bit his red lips and murmured: "My heart is at home, and I feel at ease with him."

"Girl."

Shang Qingshu sighed and said softly: "I know what you are thinking. It's just that this brother seems to like to do random things, but he is actually very measured, especially when it comes to relationships... At most, he will only treat you as a friend.

"

"kindness……"

Zhuang Yuchen lowered his head and said in a low voice: "I know, I don't expect this."

"do you know?"

There was suddenly a hint of melancholy in Shang Qingshu's voice: "You are really very similar to me back then, with similar temperaments and similar experiences."

Only after experiencing the pain of lovesickness can you understand the meaning of lovesickness.

So she can understand Zhuang Yuchen.

Zhuang Yuchen blinked, with a curious look on his face: "Do you also have someone you like?"

"Of course."

"who is it?"

"he……"

Shang Qingshu glanced at the wine bottle in her hand, and a young man with high spirits suddenly flashed in his mind. At that time... although the burden on the young man was far less heavy than it is now, you could still see the melancholy in his eyes.

A long song brings eternal sorrow.

She understands him.

She likes him.

She wanted to make him less tired.

So despite her master's objections, she resolutely joined the underworld and became Ferryman No. 3, where she remains today.

"His name is Yan Changge."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind: "It's her...Brother Yan."

But it’s Feng Xi!

"you……"

Shang Qingshu turned back in shame: "How did you know?"

"you said."

"When did I say that?"

"When you're drunk."

Feng Xi said expressionlessly: "I said it twenty-seven times."

Shang Qingshu: "..."

Snapped!

With a strong force in his hand, the wine bottle was instantly crushed.

Quit drinking!

"Aren't you going to retreat? Why don't you go?"

"Not urgent."

A trace of solemnity suddenly flashed in Feng Xi's eyes: "I found something was wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"There's something missing."

"few?"

Shang Qingshu was startled and thought deeply: "When you say that, it seems that you are missing..."

"few?"

Zhuang Yuchen looked left and right, with a confused look on his face.

She, Shang Qingshu, and Feng Xi are all here. Ah Sha hasn’t woken up yet, and even Qiuqiu is there, too!

…

There is no aura.

There is no life.

Depressing silence, darkness and gloom.

Above the head, a layer of dim mist shrouded, and the faint sound of the river rushing could be heard continuously. The laws of the Sisiquan tablet continued to scatter down, and it was bone-chilling.
To be continued...