"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Find someone to help cross the river!"

The old Heavenly Master responded casually: "If you want to go to the Wangchuan River, you must either walk on the Naihe Bridge or rely on help. I haven't lived enough, so naturally I don't want to go on the Naihe Bridge, so I can only rely on this method...

Here, people are coming!"

I looked in the direction of his finger and my pupils shrank slightly.

On the dead and turbid Wangchuan River, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the distance and slowly moved towards us.

It was a broken-down boat, with an oil lamp emitting a faint green light hanging on the bow. A hunchbacked old man in a raincoat slowly swayed the oars, urging the black broken boat to move forward on the turbid Wangchuan River.

With.

This scene feels very strange no matter how you look at it. How could a broken boat appear steadily on the forgetful river?

When I was confused, the black broken ship had docked not far in front of us, and the old ferryman looked at me and the old Tianshi with hollow eyes.

About one-third of the black incense stick in the old Heavenly Master's hand had burned off. Without any hesitation, he stepped directly onto the black broken ship.

I looked at the old ferryman who looked dull and puppet-like. After hesitating for a moment, I also boarded the black broken ship.

The moment I boarded this broken black ship, I suddenly had a very strange feeling in my heart. Not only did the secret method of funeral rites in the underworld appear in my mind, but I also felt that there seemed to be some connection between this dull-looking old ferryman and my secret method of funeral in the underworld.

Like some special relationship.

The old ferryman rowed the oars, urging the black broken boat to move towards the other side. I kept staring at the old ferryman, and the strange emotions in my heart became more and more intense.

"Who is he?" I asked.

"The ferryman on the Wangchuan River!" the Heavenly Master responded casually.

Perhaps sensing the strange look in my eyes, the old Heavenly Master sighed quietly and said: "He has some connection with you people who send the dead. The funeral in the underworld in the burial scriptures has something to do with him! Because of something, he wanted to atone for his sins.

, so he became the ferryman in the Wangchuan River, and he is also the only person among the eight hundred miles of underworld who can freely shuttle in the Wangchuan River... As for his specific identity, I am not very clear!"

That last sentence, I thought the Heavenly Master was just farting. He would be damned if he didn’t know the true identity of the old ferryman!

However, since he didn't want to elaborate, there was nothing I could do.

The black incense stick in Master Tian's hand burned quickly after boarding the black broken boat. When the black broken boat we were riding in docked on the other side, the black incense stick in Master Tian Master's hand just burned out.

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The Heavenly Master stepped off the black broken ship in one step. Just when I was about to follow him, the oil lamp on the bow suddenly lit up, and the green flames suddenly rose half a foot high.

The old Heavenly Master, who had already disembarked from the boat, frowned slightly and raised his hand, as if he was ready to take action.

But at this time, I waved my hand to Master Tian and looked at the old ferryman with burning eyes.

At this time, my heartbeat was inexplicably speeding up, and a familiar feeling suddenly appeared on the old man's body, as if there was some kind of connection in the blood.

A strange color flashed in the empty eyes of the old ferryman, and he opened his mouth slightly, and said hoarsely and harshly: "The people who send the Yin have endless blood... They are enemies in the whole world... The Tenth Hall of the Yin Division, Yama... except the Fifth Palace, the Emperor of Yama

Other than that, it’s untrustworthy!”

The moment I finished speaking, a soft force appeared on the black broken ship, which directly pushed me out of the black broken ship and sent me to the shore.

Immediately afterwards, the oil lamp on the black broken ship dimmed again, and the light in the old ferryman's eyes also disappeared. He returned to his previous puppet-like appearance, and left with a stiff paddle.

It wasn't until the broken black boat disappeared in the distance of the Wangchuan River that I let out a long sigh and looked strange.

Although I used the golden talisman of the old master to disguise myself, the old ferryman still recognized my identity and knew that I was the messenger of this generation. What he said made me feel a little stirred in my heart.

of waves.

The Yin Senders are enemies of the whole world. Among the ten Yamas of the Yin Division, only the Emperor of Yama can be trusted. In other words, the other nine Yamas in the Ten Palaces of the Yin Division are all enemies of our lineage of the Yin Senders?

This news is so damn exciting that it makes me feel a little uneasy!

"What did he say to you?" the old master beside him asked in a deep voice.

I took a deep look at the old Heavenly Master and said, "Is that old ferryman an ancestor of my lineage that sent people to the underworld?"

That kind of vague feeling in the bloodline is unmistakable. Although it is very weak, I can be sure that the old ferryman must be an ancestor of our Yin-sending people.

The Heavenly Master did not respond to my question and headed directly towards the area shrouded in gray fog. Obviously he did not want to discuss this topic with me.

After entering the area shrouded in gray fog, it didn't take long for me to see a large sea of ​​flowers and a bright red sea of ​​flowers on the other side.

The Flower of the Other Shore is rumored to be the flower of death that leads ghosts to death, but when I saw this magnificent sea of ​​flowers of the Other Shore, I felt a strange sense of familiarity in my heart.

seem……

I've been to a place like this before!

How could I have such ridiculous thoughts?

The first time I entered the underworld, the first time I came to this eight-hundred-mile underworld, the first time I saw such a magnificent sea of ​​blood-red flowers on the other side, how could I feel so familiar?

However, the familiar feeling in my heart still lingers, and instead it becomes stronger.

As the Heavenly Master walked through the blood-red sea of ​​flowers on the other side, the originally quiet sea of ​​flowers on the other side seemed to suddenly come to life, swaying gently, and I seemed to be able to feel their cheers and cheers faintly.

, as if to welcome my arrival.

The old master who was walking in front didn't seem to feel anything strange. He just turned his head and looked at me strangely, said nothing, and walked forward faster.

After walking forward for a while, the color of the flowers gradually deepened, from blood red to black flowers.

After seeing this scene, my eyes became even weirder.

The dark Bana Flower not only gave me a more familiar feeling, but also reminded me of a picture of the black lotus I saw in the secret realm of Longhu Mountain.

That's right, the black lotus that took away Zhang Yuan's body would look very similar to the black lotus here if it were reduced dozens of times.

Is it possible that the black lotus is a mutant species among the black flowers from the other side?

While I was thinking in confusion, the old Heavenly Master who was leading the way suddenly stopped, frowned and said in a deep voice: "There is someone walking in front of us!"
Chapter completed!