Fengshan Mountain is towering and dark, exuding a heart-stopping and depressing aura. Even though it has been down for more than two thousand years, people dare not look down upon it, and there is still awe in their hearts...
On a ridge on the mountainside of Feng Mountain, Feng Qingyan looked up at the bright red figure on the top of the mountain.
"I don't know?"
Ziyaqin was a little stunned.
Feng Qingyan really didn't know that the flower of the other shore was the flower that brought him on the road to Huangquan in his previous life.
But in this world, there is no road to the underworld in the netherworld. Although the ghost land of underworld is somewhat similar to the road to the underworld, there is no flower of the other side blooming.
He also has no trace of the flower of the other side in the netherworld.
"This this……"
Ziyaqin was extremely disappointed. It took a moment to come back to her senses and said anxiously: "Qingyan, is there any other way?"
Feng Qingyan withdrew his gaze, thought for a while and then said: "Something familiar during her lifetime, or revisiting the old place to see if I can help her regain her memory..."
"It seems like this is the only way."
Ziyaqin smiled bitterly and said, not holding out much hope.
"Let's go."
Feng Qingyan looked around and said: "Although literary energy can resist the corrosion of the underworld, there are many mysterious auras hidden in the underworld, which may have an impact on the body and soul..."
Ziyaqin nodded and said, "Youyou has been found. It's time to go back."
"I send you."
After Feng Qingyan finished speaking, he took the lead to go down the mountain.
"Not together?"
Ziyaqin said in surprise.
"After I kill the 'Weird' in the Netherworld, I will return to the human world." Feng Qingyan stopped and said, "Weird is the enemy of the human world, how can we let it return to the world? Now I have some ability, and
How can we not do our part?"
"The great justice of canonization."
Zi Yaqin looked at Feng Qingyan's back going down the mountain and couldn't help but sigh. Then, she walked towards Bai You's soul, with a heartbroken face and whispered: "Youyou, let's go back to the human world, go home..."
Ke Baiyou looked dazed and just stood there blankly.
Like a zombie.
This made Ziyaqin feel heartache again, and her face was full of sorrow. She sighed and forcibly took Baiyou's soul with her...
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On the way back to the human world.
Feng Qingyan walked in the air ahead, looking around coldly.
The dead souls encountered on the road would flee in fear from afar, not daring to get even closer. After all, a hundred thousand evil spirits were too terrifying, and even the "weird" ones would flee.
"Actually, I asked for too much."
Ziyaqin "led" Bai You's soul to follow behind, and suddenly said something.
Feng Qingyan just smiled when he heard this.
I don't know how long it took, but the underworld ghost land was right in front of me. Feng Qingyan pondered for a moment and then sent Ziyaqin up the north city wall.
"Qingyan, come back safely."
Ziyaqin said.
Feng Qingyan nodded and returned to the Netherworld.
Not long after, he sat cross-legged on a mountain peak, gazing at the darkness in the distance with some trance. How should "Weird" be killed? A hundred thousand evil spirits gathered together, and the terrifying murderous aura burst out could kill "Weird" from a distance.
"Feel it.
Therefore, before the hundred thousand evil spirits came close, "Weird" ran away.
Is it just hide and seek?
How can Feng Qingyan be willing to do this? He clearly has a powerful weapon in his hand that can kill everyone, but he has nowhere to use it, and he feels a little aggrieved.
At some point, Feng Qingyan suddenly stood up and looked into the depths of the Netherworld. In the depths of the Netherworld, it was so dark that even he couldn't see clearly, and it seemed like there was endless terror hidden.
He thought for a moment and then led a hundred thousand evil spirits towards the pit.
This journey lasted for several days.
At this time, he finally came to the edge of the pit and stood on the edge of the cliff looking down.
It's a pity that the ghost energy below is billowing, making it impossible to see clearly.
However, he vaguely felt that there was a strong and strange atmosphere under the deep pit, and it seemed that there were countless "weird" things hidden...
"What is the place under this deep pit?"
Feng Qingyan thought curiously.
Why did little lady Yaoyao carry a black grinder behind her when she came back from the pit? Since "weird" is afraid of black grinders, why is there still a black grinder under the pit?
He looked up at the sky and then looked down into the pit.
He had the illusion that there was a calling voice under the pit, as if calling him...
Even if one hundred thousand evil spirits were led into the deep pit, there would probably be little chance of survival.
This is where Feng Qingyan hesitates.
His current mission is to kill the "weirdness" in the netherworld and prevent the "weirdness" from returning to the world, rather than to explore.
If he didn't have any worries, he would like to take a look under the pit.
At this time, he closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the cliff beside the pit, and listened carefully to the sound of calling. After a moment, his brows furrowed. Was it really an illusion?
"Little lady Yaoyao, what is the place under the pit?"
Feng Qingyan opened his eyes and said.
A bright red figure appeared silently on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the bottom of the pit.
After a while, Yaoyao shook her head and said, "I don't remember."
"do not remember?"
Feng Qingyan was a little surprised. He pondered for a moment and then asked curiously: "May I ask, little lady Yaoyao, why did you jump into the pit in the first place?"
"There is a voice calling me."
The little lady Yaoyao said.
Feng Qingyan was startled when he heard this. Could it be that the calling just now was not an illusion? But why didn't it appear again when he sensed it carefully?
"what sound?"
Feng Qingyan hesitated and asked, then turned to look at the bright red figure. But his eyes were deeply attracted by the black figure behind Yaoyao, and he couldn't move away for a moment.
The little lady Yaoyao didn't answer.
"May I ask, little lady Yaoyao, what is it carrying on your back?"
Feng Qingyan asked curiously.
At this moment, Miss Yaoyao smiled coldly, as if frost suddenly fell from the sky and the earth, causing the temperature to drop dozens of degrees instantly.
"You don't know?"
Yaoyao turned her head and looked at Feng Qingyan coldly.
"Should I know?"
Feng Qingyan wondered, feeling a little weird.
"If you don't know who I am, how can you know what I am carrying?" Yaoyao said coldly, walking away step by step, "When one day you know who I am, you will know what I am carrying...
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Feng Qingyan frowned, what does this mean?
Are you not Yaoyao?
Soon after, he stood up and led a hundred thousand evil spirits to wander in the underworld. While wandering, he encountered a few "weird" creatures, and was torn into pieces by a hundred thousand evil spirits in an instant.
And while wandering, he is also drawing the map of the netherworld...
"This terrain seems a bit familiar..."
Feng Qingyan looked at the map of the Netherworld he drew and frowned.
Unknowingly, he came to Fengshan Mountain.
At this time, there were many dead souls wandering around Feng Mountain who seemed to have regained some consciousness and memory, which surprised Feng Qingyan.
Why can’t the dead souls in other places in the Netherworld regain their consciousness?
"Haha, I'm actually dead, I'm actually dead..."
A dead soul was howling in pain, seemingly in disbelief.
"My son, where are you?"
A dead soul is frantically searching for something, looking extremely sad.
Feng Qingyan observed carefully as he walked, and found that many souls on Feng Mountain seemed to be gradually regaining consciousness and memory.