No one could be heard talking in the power room, only the sound of rumbling water. Sling carefully opened a crack in the door and took a look inside. Behind the door of the power room was a dim corridor, and there were no people in sight just like in the corridor.

A rumbling sound can be heard.

Is it really a power room? Does even Xiangjun's ship need an engine? The industrial revolution has really greatly promoted productivity. But what kind of power does such a wooden ship need? Such a huge roar, could it be

Burning coal? Out of curiosity, she ducked behind the door and walked deeper along the dim corridor. At the end of the corridor was a staircase that spiraled downwards. The roar was deafening and the air became increasingly humid. It was like

It was saying that the source of the power room was down there, and she wanted to go down there to find out.

Her shadow was stretched long and cast high on the wall on the side of the stairs, as if she was being forcibly pulled down by an invisible force. The wooden steps under her feet creaked when she stepped on them.

Ling tried her best to tread lightly and walked slowly downstairs.

Different from the corridor on the previous floor, although the environment in front of her was filled with fog, it was not particularly dark. The white light penetrated through the layers of fog from the right hand side, inviting her to step into the fog to find out. The light outlined a

She didn't know whether the slender shadow was a person or an object. The more she looked intently, the less clear she could see what was hidden behind the white mist.

She cautiously took two steps forward, and when she turned back, the stairs she had just come down were mostly covered by white mist, and she could only vaguely see the last few steps. Just as Si Ling hesitated whether to go deeper.

At that moment, human voices could be faintly heard in the white mist.

Si Ling stopped for a moment. A living creature suddenly appeared in an empty place, which is always more terrifying than a person. The voice paused, and then let out a low whimper.

It must be a trap. She thought this, but couldn't help but look into the fog, and unconsciously took two steps forward.

As if to whet her appetite, the figure in the fog was hazy. No matter how many steps she took, it seemed that she could see clearly if she took another step forward. The stairs coming down behind her were completely submerged in the fog.

During the process, Si Ling did not turn around, but turned her head and glanced behind her. She had to rely on the direction of her body to identify the way back. Her rationality repeatedly advised her not to go any further, and the danger alarm kept flashing in her mind.

But the hazy shadows and strange whimpering sounds in her vision pulled her to find out. Maybe the most dangerous place is the most unexpected exit? The whimpering and shadows are warnings to scare away people who accidentally enter this place.

, like a scarecrow in a rice field that scares away birds.

After just one glance, she ran back. In this way, she calmed down her inner uneasiness and took another step forward.

The wooden board that was stable just under the feet collapsed silently in the next second. The legs were instantly wet by the huge water waves, and they suddenly fell weightless. At this moment, the bright light had been extinguished, and the surroundings were dim again.

It was as if he wanted to swallow her into the darkness together.

Before she could exclaim, a warm hand grabbed her arm.

"Don't be afraid, I've got you."

Dark water kept pouring down from Si Ling's head, making her unable to open her eyes. There was water in her nose and ears. Her brain was spinning with the water waves in chaos. She could only hold her hand firmly and let it go.

She could barely tell the up and down directions.

Saving a drowning person is a dangerous thing even for people who are good at water, because in a panic, the drowning person will often push the other person into the water as hard as grabbing a life-saving float. The overwhelming water pours down, Breathing became more difficult. You must not be afraid at this time! The lack of oxygen will only make you more panic. She opened her mouth wide to breathe. Although water would continue to pour in, it greatly ensured the oxygen supply to the body.

It seemed like a few seconds passed before she swallowed several mouthfuls of water. Fortunately, the panic gradually subsided. She slowly let go of the hard spot she was holding on to with her left hand, and pulled her hand with her right hand. Stretching out. There was no fulcrum under her feet, so she didn't dare to kick around, so she could only hand over all her weight to the person pulling her.

Fortunately, she was finally pulled up. Looking at the face in the shadow in front of her, she blinked, "I, I thought you were dead."

"Not yet twenty-six. Don't curse me." Fang Muzhi stretched out his hand to tuck the hair in front of Si Ling's eyes. Halfway through, he felt that this action was too intimate. With a shake of his hand, the strand of hair fell down again.

"..."

"I'm still waiting to see a good show. It would be nice to let her, a loach seeking death, fall down. But a disruptor suddenly appeared and ruined people's interest in watching the show." No one could be seen in the mist, Jiu Ze's voice But there was a unique cynicism that people could hear immediately. When he came closer from the fog, Si Ling saw Jiuze's face clearly. At this time, he had changed into a completely unfamiliar face. This face has long brows and a unique frail and scholarly temperament, which is really eye-catching, and "complements each other" with his calm and endless conversation: "You have been soaking in this Santu River for so long, how are you still alive? ?You’re really lucky!”

The Santu River is a river extending from the Wangchuan River. Legend has it that at the end of the Santu River grows the Bianhua flower, a flower that grows on the banks of the Santu River. There are large numbers of bright red flowers that look like... The carpet paved with blood is also known as the "Fire Road" because its petals resemble fire. It is also the only scenery and color on this long road to the underworld. After death, people will follow the guidance of this flower to lead to the hell of the underworld.

It is said that the fragrance of flowers has magical power and can evoke the memory of the deceased. After walking through Huangquan Road, you can see the birthplace of Santu River - Wangchuan River. Crossing Wangchuan River from Naihe Bridge is Wangxiang Terrace, Wangxiang Terrace There is an old woman selling Mengpo soup nearby. Mengpo soup is taken from the Wangchuan River. Drinking it will make you forget the things in this life. Opposite to the Wangxiang Terrace is the Sansheng Stone, which is engraved with the words "forgetfulness" for each soul. 's past.

Although she had heard about the mythical Forgotten River and Underworld, this was the first time she heard someone telling her a myth and legend in a serious and popular science manner.

Si Ling looked at Fang Muzhi, who was giving her popular science, and asked, "Is it true? Isn't it a legend?"

Jiuze was the first to answer her question, "Ask him a living person, how does he know?! I, a dead person, have a say. Not only is it true, but the water flowing in the Santu River is not river water, but people who cannot cross it. The chaos brewed by the lonely soul of the river..."

"vomit!"

To be honest, Si Ling didn't feel that she was repelled because of drinking the Santu River water. She really couldn't help it...
Chapter completed!