The waterfall in this underworld is so spectacular and grand. There are more than 100,000 ghosts staying in the world. Once it is congested to the Forgetful River Ferry, the soul waterfall has not stopped for dozens of minutes.

Crazy... The boat was gently floating in the void. Qin Ye was still shaking, but the ferry seemed to never reach the bridge. Time passed by minute by minute, and countless ghost moths rushed towards the ferry like fire and fell into the abyss. Twenty minutes, forty minutes... Suddenly, in the waterfall of the ghost, a spirit body stepped on the void out of thin air.

At the same time, grandma sighed and sighed. Her figure suddenly disappeared, and a dark and ink-like yin energy spread across the sky, sweeping away the vagina. When it appeared again, she had already stood on the ferry.

"Is it him?" Qin Ye looked at the ghost unexpectedly. It was a middle-aged man with no damage at all. He had a square face, a hooked nose, and his eyebrows were very light. He could even see Armani's brand in his clothes, which was very particular.

What made this old woman with great powers go through so much trouble... she is such an ordinary person?

"That's right, there are some changes in the underworld now. I can't know the exact location of him. Qingxi County has a large population and time is urgent. Lao Zhen can only know that he died in these seven days and must have been in contact with 'it'. It is the best choice to block him from the gate of hell." After saying this, my grandmother inserted her hand into Yin Ling's chest.

"Ah!!!" A shrill scream suddenly resounded in the other person's chest, and the man's face twisted wildly. Immediately afterwards, an indescribable cold air suddenly spread across the entire ferry!

Boom! Without any warning, Qin Ye's entire ghost messenger's clothes were blown up and flew straight up. His eyes suddenly opened wide and he gasped: "My God..."

This is yin energy.

Not too strong. However, the quality is unbelievable!

Buzz... The yin wind was blowing, and the void was slightly pressing down. Even the monster under the abyss was silent at this moment. This level of yin energy could not appear on a newly dying yin spirit! It was even more terrifying than grandma!

What is this?

people?

A thousand-year-old ghost?

"Hmph..." At this moment, my grandmother let out a muffled groan and took a few steps back. She was covered in cold sweat, and a golden color appeared on her hands. What's even more strange is that countless age spots appeared on her face, as if she had become dozens of years old in an instant.

All the sounds came to an abrupt end.

Dongdong... the heartbeat seemed to be beating in my ears. Qin Ye then realized that his whole body was wet. He spoke with lingering fear: "Ghost King?"

Grandma looked at her hand quietly, and after a few seconds she laughed bitterly: "'It's on this person... I calculated that it is in Qingxi County, but you can't find it. We can only come here and wait... When the gate of the Yulan Festival is closed and the holder of 'It' is summoned here..."

Qin Ye blinked: "What is 'it'?"

Grandma was silent for two seconds: "Yan Luo Seal."

"Oh, it turns out to be...wait!" Qin Ye looked at his grandmother like a ghost, and said in disbelief: "Yan Luo Seal? The foundation stone of the underworld of the legendary bardo? Have you lost the guy who was eating?"

What a lucky thing you are still alive...

"What kind of eyes are you looking at? Things are not as you imagined." Grandma glared at Qin Ye fiercely and said with a breath: "At the beginning of the underworld, there were three innate treasures, and the Yama Seal was one of them."

"For some reason, the Yama Seal is crushed. But there is a connection between any innate treasure. As long as you find one piece, it will indicate other places to you."

"Wait." Qin Ye woke up keenly and pointed at himself: "You must have any unrealistic fantasies, right?"

"What do you mean by boy? As the last genuine civil servant in the underworld, what about the sense of responsibility as a public servant of a ghost citizen?"

"Damn... I don't want it anymore, okay?"

"Yes, Goudan, you have three days left to live."

Qin Ye's voice fell octave again in an instant, and he struggled wildly in the desire to survive: "...what... let's talk about serious things, don't you think this kind of uneasy topic will appear again, okay? For example... I'm not very good at puzzles and high-IQ games?"

Grandma glanced at him: "Where will the hair be attached to it if there is no skin? Don't you understand? Once there is a problem in the underworld, the first one to die is a fence-bearer like you who is not alive and does not rely on both sides."

You are cruel!

Qin Ye turned his head with a burst of veins in his temple. Life was like a strong X. Since he couldn't resist, he would lie down and enjoy it. Now, he was about to enjoy it with a smile.

Ah... don't...be gentle... grandma...

"He is a mortal, has contacted the Yan Luo Seal?" No longer thinking about this, Qin Ye began to look at the ghost. He had to say something, but suddenly he stopped and blinked his eyes, almost stuck to the other person.

"how?"

"I've seen him." A few seconds later, Qin Ye turned around, pressed his eyebrows and thought: "Is this... Wang Chenghao's father?"

"Are you sure?" Grandma's expression immediately became serious.

"I'm sure!" Qin Ye answered affirmatively: "I saw him during the parent-teacher meeting, his son Wang Chenghao and I were in the same class."

"He actually died? Why didn't he listen..."

The voice came to an abrupt end for the second time, and his eyes shone slightly.

No...that's wrong!

The richest man in Qingxi County is dead, it must be big news, and the county news and web pages will definitely say it. If you take a step back, even if there is not, Wang Chenghao will definitely react.

However, the other party did not.

The actions of Wang Chenghao in these two days were definitely not like his father who died. The most important thing was that a conversation rang out in his mind again.

"Qin Ye... do you know how to deal with these things?"

"Are you afraid they will come to you again?"

"No. Not me... Actually... something is wrong with my family recently..."

Things are getting weirder.

The underworld seems to be shut down, the Yama Seal is wandering around the world, the ferryman dies, and the supernatural in the world explodes... He has overturned his previous idea, and in the underworld... something more terrible than shutdown happens.

"Let's go." Shaking his head, he said to his grandmother.

"Huh? Where is your strong desire to survive?"

Qin Ye rolled his eyes. Since resistance is ineffective, the best way is to do things. Is survival a thing more important than survival?

Survive. The meaning of these two words does not mean living like a dog, but staying under the tower and not dying. Even if the other party is three-handed Lucian, he must be as stable as an old dog.

"So, this is what I admire most about you. It's quite a bit." Grandma took out a talisman and stuck it on Wang Zemin's forehead. She spun it casually. The vagina was actually balled into a paper ball and put it in Qin Ye's pocket.

"...No, you worked so hard to find him. Are you dealing with it so casually now?"

"Precaution it carefully, your classmate...is probably hidden the crucial 'key.' But now is not the time to talk about this."

After saying this, she pushed Qin Ye away and walked to the side of the shaking and rubbing. With a force, the whole ship made a horn sound again.

"Before...didn't you guess the Underworld shut down?"

"Since you have passed the qualification test, now I will take you to see it, which is far more terrifying than you guess...the truth of the underworld."

Woo... Under the control of grandma, the ship was incredibly fast and rowed straight towards the depths of the void.

I don’t know how long it took, a roar rang out from the crack. After more than ten minutes, a huge woman’s head slowly emerged.

It is very beautiful, with eyebrows as far as the distance, eyes as if they contain apricots, red lips as blood, and white skin is clotted.

All facial features are delicate. One more part of the body will cause excess, and one less part will cause unbeautifulness.

However, there is only the head.

There was nothing under the neck! Three thousand black hairs flew across the sky behind, and the head of this beauty was no smaller than a ferry, like a human-faced sun. It only makes people feel extremely strange.

"Is this the last fool you are looking for?" She looked deeply at the direction where the two left, and sighed for a long time: "Where will you attach to your skin if you don't have any hair... It's well said..."

"Then... the underworld is gone, what else do you and me need to exist?"

"What's the point of trying to do that?"

"If the world is chaotic, isn't it better to let it be chaotic? Humans and ghosts have different paths. Do you really think it can be solved by personal power? Why do you want to make that feather?"

He shook his head gently, and his beautiful head sank into the abyss again.

……………………………………

Grandma shook the boat gently, Qin Ye sat at the bow of the boat, and the boat sailed very quickly. There was a pure black fog in front of her. With every move of the boat, the water-dividing rod split the thick fog and moved forward straight.

I don’t know how long it took, but it suddenly became clear ahead, the thick fog dissipated, and a huge bridge appeared in front of the two of them.

It was a bluestone bridge, wide... I'm afraid it was ten thousand meters away! It was so long that I couldn't see the end!

The entire bridge is made of neat bluestone, but it seems that some years have passed, covered with dark scars. Occasionally, something similar to moss crawls out, telling the traces of time.

The man stood in front of it, as small as an ant. Qin Ye was shocked to look at the 10,000-meter long bridge that was sank into the thick fog, and took a deep breath: "Is this... Naihe Bridge?"

Grandma's eyes were extremely complicated. She stopped shaking and pointed at the bridgehead: "A hundred years ago, I sat there and scooped a spoonful of soup for every soul-forgotten person."

Qin Ye pointed at her fingers. At the Naihe Bridge, there was a huge, broken bronze three-legged tripod. It was a hundred meters tall. It was carved with flowers, birds, insects and snakes. Four bronze dragons crawled out of the tripod. The dragon's mouth was only half a meter away from the ground. Under the tripod, there was an ancient Eight Immortals table covered with yellow paper.

The tripod is there, the table is there, and the person is not there.

"Legends, there is a Naihe Bridge in the Huangquan. When you walk here, no matter who it is, you can only call Naihe. In front of Naihe Bridge, there is a ferryman who ferrys the Yin Spirit on the water of Wangchuan. After drinking Mengpo Soup, he enters the cycle of reincarnation." Qin Ye looked at this scene with some emotion and murmured: "When drinking Mengpo Soup, you will forget all the past. If you want to remember, you must jump off the Wangchuan Water and wait for a thousand years."

"The ferryman died. Meng Po came to the world for the first time. The entire Naihe Bridge was empty. The thousands of dead souls on the other side of the Forgetful River cannot be passed... Lord Meng Po, what happened in the underworld?"

"You don't seem to be surprised at all?" Meng Po looked at Qin Ye's expression, and the other party seemed to have expected it. She could only be shocked by seeing Naihe Bridge with her own eyes.

Qin Ye shook his head with a wry smile: "You said before that the ferryman sent the ghost to you, and I guessed your identity. After all, the ferryman could only go to one place."

Otherwise, you really think that you don’t dare to stand up and resist?

I am a bloody person! Three days? What's wrong with three days?

Three days later, I can die while standing and never live on my knees!

but!

The key is this but.

But I can't do it. This powerful man can slap himself into a meat pie with a backhand. Is it useful to resist?
Chapter completed!