It has been climbing non-stop, and people seem to be frozen in place, unable to feel any obvious movement. However, the sound of flowing water has always maintained the same intensity and has not changed.
In the Ghost Realm, the biggest influence on people is psychology. Ding Fan suspected that if he couldn't reverse the meridians, he might not be able to persist here.
His brain was clear, Ding Fan's eyes were clear, he alternated his steps, stepped on the green grass, and finally reached the top of the mountain.
The sound of gurgling water turned into a roar, ringing in the ears and echoing in the heart, making people's hearts flutter and their eyes blurred.
"Xiaofan." Leng Ling'er always pays attention and reminds him in time.
Ding Fan suddenly woke up and saw a wide river. The color was similar to the road he came from, khaki, and walking more roads would give people the illusion that the road was just wider.
The waves were turbulent and the sound was loud. What shocked Ding Fan the most was that there were many ghosts on the river bank.
There were men, women, old and young, densely packed one next to the other. It was dazzling to see, and one was worried, wouldn't they fall into the fast river?
meeting!
A ghost was pushed into the river and was immediately swept away, but unwilling to do so, he swam frantically towards the shore until the waves completely buried him, and a desperate hand could be seen reaching out of the water.
However, the drowned ghost was washed downstream, climbed ashore again, and continued to join the ghost team walking aimlessly by the river.
I saw some ghosts fall into the water but come back safely, and some ghosts bravely jumped into the river on their own initiative.
Just like the others, they were submerged in water and struggled to save themselves.
The river seems endless, but they are always quickly washed downstream and climb back up again without any accident.
Endlessly.
Who can create this ghost land is unimaginable!
"Xiao Fan, look at them, they all seem to be trying hard to cross the river." Leng Ling'er said.
"But the current is too fast and it's impossible for them to get through." Ding Fan shook his head.
These ghosts are different from those seen in the ghost forest. Not only do they have clear images, but they also have certain IQ and emotions.
Ding Fan quickly went down the mountain. This time he was very fast. It took only a few minutes to reach the foot of the mountain.
Just by the river, the scene in the river is even more shocking. The waves are ten meters high and beat mercilessly on the shore. The sound of the water is deafening and makes people upset, making them want to leave here immediately.
The appearance of Ding Fan surprised these ghosts and they gathered around one after another.
"Xiaofan, there is a first-level spirit ghost!" Leng Ling'er exclaimed.
A first-level spirit ghost was not worthy of mentioning, but this was the first one he had seen in the ghost realm. Ding Fan couldn't help but take a deep breath. There were countless powerful beings on the road ahead.
More and more ghosts gathered around Ding Fan, with no intention of attacking. They obviously regarded him as a new ghost of the same kind.
Many ghosts were making hand gestures and chattering. Ding Fan couldn't understand the ghost language, so he made sure that there was no danger around him, so he released Leng Ling'er.
call!
Leng Ling'er flashed out and acted arrogantly. The quasi-level five spirit ghosts were very scary. The ghosts were immediately frightened away, and some even jumped into the river in a panic.
However, there was room around him, and Ding Fan continued to walk forward.
The ghost kept a distance from Ding Fan and spoke in incomprehensible ghost language, as if he wanted to express something.
Leng Ling'er swooped over and grabbed a ghost, then threw it in front of Ding Fan with one foot in hand, causing him to fall backwards.
He was an old man with white beard and hair. He rolled around on the ground twice pretending to be pitiful and tried to go to the river. However, Leng Ling'er saw through it and kicked him back without mercy.
"Ling'er, tell him, I'm just asking a few questions and it won't hurt him." Ding Fan waved his hand.
"Okay." Leng Ling'er nodded, then opened her eyes and spoke in ghost language. It could be seen from her expression that this was not a nice talk at all, but a real threat.
The old man was trembling, but he still told the truth.
"He just came from the Ghost Mist Forest, but he doesn't remember what he experienced in the forest." Leng Ling'er translated.
"Where is he going after leaving the Ghost Mist Forest?" Ding Fan asked.
Leng Ling'er conveyed the message, and the old man answered in detail.
"He said that he didn't know what his future was. He tried to return to the Ghost Mist Forest, but he couldn't climb the mountain at all, let alone the grassland."
Opening up the conversation, the old man rambled on about many things without asking.
One of them made Ding Fan particularly shocked.
The old man said that when he was alive, he was very rich, but his only son who could inherit was seriously ill. He took him all over the world, but he couldn't see well.
Later, the old man signed a contract, and his son's illness was indeed cured, but he died and then came here.
He actually met a life-lender, which of course cannot be described as a coincidence. Thinking about Qian Liben he met in the Ghost Mist Forest, Ding Fan clenched his fists so tightly that fire could come out of his eyes.
"Huang Yao and the Tiandi Chamber of Commerce have created countless life loaners so far, and after their death, they all come to this ghost place that is neither yin nor yang." Ding Fan was extremely angry.
"Are there many ghosts involved in the life loan contract here?" Leng Ling'er asked again.
"I don't know, maybe there is."
The old man shook his head, suddenly showed a look of astonishment, and slipped away, taking advantage of Leng Ling'er's unpreparedness, and tried to jump into the river again, but where he could escape, Leng Ling'er stopped him again.
"Who are you? Don't hurt me. Why are you here?" The old man was frightened.
Ding Fan and Leng Ling'er looked at each other. In a short period of time, the old man actually forgot everything that happened just now!
Ding Fan felt relieved instead, as he didn't have to worry about being discovered and leaked by the yellow demon.
"Ling'er, keep asking." Ding Fan ordered.
"Why are you here?" Leng Ling'er asked tentatively.
The old man was chattering about things that happened during his lifetime. He signed a magical contract for his son. He remembered the events during his lifetime clearly, but the memory here was very short.
"Why do they have to jump over the river again and again?" Leng Ling'er asked.
"This river is called Ninghun River."
Coinciding with Ling Aotian's statement, the old man added that it was a subconscious mind that summoned everyone here to pass through the Soul Condensing River.
"How many times have you skipped?" Leng Ling'er asked.
"I don't remember, I went into the water again and again, and I was flooded again and again. The eternal memory here is the pain."
The old man sighed, but unfortunately, after experiencing it thousands of times, there may not be a chance to pass.
"Has anyone succeeded?" Leng Ling'er asked.
"Many people ask this every day. According to legend, there is a person who passed." The old man was at a loss, but he still wanted to define the ghosts here as humans.
"Who is that person?"
Just as Leng Ling'er finished asking, everything suddenly became dim, and countless ghosts jumped into the Soul Condensing River in a hurry.
The old man bowed to Leng Ling'er and begged for mercy. He knew without translation that he also wanted to run away.