I just want to be a quiet man

So, she immediately walked into the cabin, sat down cross-legged, and began to practice.

At this time, "Woe" said in a low voice, "The boat has stopped!"

Pei Ling quickly asked, "What's going on?"

"Woe" shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"This is Huangquan."

"We can't row this boat!"

Hearing this, Pei Ling frowned slightly. The scene in front of him reminded him of the inheritance of the "curse".

The land of good fortune, the situation behind the third door...

At the beginning, he used a similar boat to go from one station to another... Every time he got on the boat, he would get a dimly lit lantern.

Now that I think about it, it should be the inheritance of the dead laid down by the "curse" imitating the former underworld.

Crossing the boat in Huangquan, the fire in the lantern is the real fire on them now...

However, "disaster" and "curse" are taboos in Yousu Tomb.

What the "scourge" doesn't know about right now, most likely won't exist in the inheritance of the "curse"!

While thinking about it, Pei Ling suddenly noticed something, and immediately raised his head to look towards the bow of the ship.

At some point, a dark figure appeared on the bow of the ship.

It is humanoid, wearing a hat with a wide brim on its head, which casts a heavy shadow, completely covering the face, and wearing a coir raincoat, which firmly blocks all the figures.

A pair of arms completely hidden in the wide sleeves, holding a pair of white oars, the bamboo hat is slightly tilted, green eyes, looking at the three people and a ghost, and the voice is hoarse: "How many people, where are you going?"

Chapter 58: Lord of the Nether!

Hearing this, Pei Ling didn't reply immediately. After the system trusteeship ended, he had already turned his body around, facing the light spot just like his head.

Right now, this dark figure was standing directly in front of him, and it looked like the boatman of this boat.

It seems that from the very beginning, he has been on board...

"Senior 'Woe', how should I answer?" Pei Ling quickly asked via voice transmission.

"Woe" fixed his eyes on the boatman-like figure, and said through voice transmission with uncertainty: "I don't know."

"Wait for a while and see what's going on."

Pei Ling nodded slightly, and immediately stopped talking.

The small boat suddenly fell into silence, and the turbid yellow water was rushing around, and amidst the roaring sound, a cold atmosphere permeated the air.

On the surface of the river, the mist billows, sometimes thick and sometimes light, floating like yarn.

The boatman also remained silent, but kept facing Pei Ling, as if he was still waiting for the response from the three of them.

The hull of the boat swayed slightly on the water, swaying out circles of ripples.

The surface of the river was rippling and wrinkled, and the flow was fast, but the boat stayed where it was, without any intention of moving.

The two sides had a stalemate for about a stick of incense, and everything was peaceful, without any accidents.

At this time, "Woe" suddenly said via voice transmission: "The boat still hasn't moved."

"The duty of the person in front of me should be to drive this boat."

"If you don't answer all the time, we will be fine, but we will always be trapped in Huangquan."

"If you want to leave here now, you must give a direction."

"Continuing further, it is the depths of the nether world."

"Going forward is leaving the nether world."

Pei Ling looked calm. He entered Netherworld this time to find Senior "Kongmeng".

Right now, Senior "Kongmeng"'s position is still far behind.

In such a situation, it is natural to go to the depths of the Nether...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling looked at the boatman and said quickly, "Go to the depths of the nether world."

The boatman immediately responded with a cold voice: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he bowed slightly and began to paddle the pale white oars.

clap la la...

The turbid yellow river water was moved, poured down from the oars, and splashed water droplets on the river surface.

In an instant, the chill became even worse, and the mist became misty.

The boat moved slowly towards the rear.

On the surface of the river, there are blurred shadows reflected.

A boat like a leaf, Pei Ling, Ji Shuang'er, "Mo Gui" and "Huo" all stood with their backs to the depths of the nether world.

The bow of the reflection is empty, nothing.

It was as cold as a tide, and it was surging.

The thick dead air roared and swept over, obscuring the surrounding scene.

Huangquan is vast and flowing.

Cui Wei's huge mountain hangs down gradually, like continuous stone stalactites, and the invisible coercion is like a huge sharp blade, sharp as a knife, and seems to cut the entire river into several sections.

Bitter evil spirit rushed towards the face, and the boat was like a fish swimming, cruising past between the sharp blades.

wow... wow...

With the progress of the ship, the shadow of the giant mountain gradually faded away.

Soon, a forest on water appeared in front of him.

After getting closer, I realized that it was countless strands of hair hanging down.

Its origin is unknown, black as ink, dense as seaweed, all over the entire river.

Between the hair, there are red and white figures, appearing in blocks.

Pairs of eyes, flickering on and off, looking at the boat.

The boatman continued to row the boat and sank straight into it.

It was like entering a tent.

The hair was parted to the sides very softly, making way for the boat.

The coldness prevailed in an instant.

Gray-black frost and snow appeared on the boat immediately, and climbed along the deck, and soon, the entire boat was covered by layers of thick gray-black frost and snow.

On the black canopy, long and short icicles hang down.

The whole ship seemed to have a huge ice shell, and it sank a little bit into the water, making it look extraordinarily cumbersome.

Just when the three of them were vigilant and ready to strike at any time, there was a slight light in front of them, but they had already passed through this dense forest of hair.

Figures in red and white clothes stopped in the hair, and countless eyes opened, silently watching the ship go away.

But nothing seems to be done.

wow... wow...

The surrounding fields are completely silent, only the intermittent sound of water makes one's heart palpitate.

After a while, a huge skeleton emerged from the mist.

These skeletons are huge in scale, protruding from the bottom of the unknown depth of the underworld.

It seems that there are mountains or islands dotted across the vast river.

The shape of the skeleton is grotesque, making it difficult to spy on the ethnic group before death.

The dark mist lingers, and it becomes whiter and more terrifying.

The boat passed through it, and without knowing it, there were pitch-black sparrows standing on all the skeletons exposed to the water.

These crows and sparrows are like ink, but their eyes are pale with death, like bones.

They stood quietly on the bones that had existed for countless years, and their eyes were densely packed, all looking at the boat.

As the ship passed, the birds moved their heads in unison.

Like those red and white figures just now, they didn't do anything.

It's just that the gray-black frost shell on the boat seems to be a bit thicker.

The turbid yellow river water overflowed the deck little by little, and if it wasn't for the ice layer, it would almost soak the soles of the three people and one ghost's feet.

wow... wow...

The boatman paddled his oars, left the skeleton, and continued on his way to the distance.

Thousands of black crows watched silently, and after a long time, they were completely submerged in the mist.

The fog returned to normal, as if the scenes just now were all phantoms.

A huge shadow spread out from the depths, like the mouth of a ferocious beast, trying to swallow the boat in one gulp.

The boat is like an arrow, moving forward at high speed, rushing towards it...

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Netherworld.

Huangquan is surging, and the fog is filled.

Small boats with black awnings appeared from the mist, with cascading ripples, breaking the calm of the river, like a gathering of fish.

The Yin wind howled, sending a faint fishy wind, like the breath of a living being being slaughtered.

clap la la...

The sound of the water was loud, and countless small boats moved rapidly towards the rear, and there were human figures sitting on each small boat.

These human races are all wearing golden armor, and on top of the armor, real fire is burning blazingly.

They faced the place they came from, with their backs facing the netherworld. The meaning of perfection was almost as real, and the ethereal and lofty aura kept dispelling the death and coldness rising from all around.

At the prow of each small boat stood a golden-armored human race. They clasped their hands and bowed slightly, as if they were holding something, ready to exert their strength at any time.

There are ripples on the surface of the turbid Yellow River. In the broken and blurred reflection, the figure at the bow of the boat is all humanoid, wearing a wide-brimmed hat with thick shadows on the brim, covering the face, and wearing a coir raincoat to block the body.

His arms are concealed in his wide sleeves, holding a pair of white paddles, the paddles are submerged in the river, as if they are paddling away at any time.

Bang!

"Zun" feels the movement of the ship, and the corner of his eye sweeps to the left and right.

On the ship he was on, including him, there were five figures in total.

A human race in loose sackcloth stood alone at the bow of the boat, bowing and holding hands, motionless.

The remaining four were crowded in the stern.

"Lonely" and "empty" are all in it.

After Yinjiang, "Xiangzai" and "Chuiyu" fell, they were invited by "Zun" to join his team.

At present, this journey has already cooperated with each other tacitly.

At this moment, there is no need for "bottle" to remind, everyone looks vigilant, their muscles are tense, and they are ready to go to war at any time.

Suddenly, the swaying reflection in the water suddenly appeared an incomparably swift black shadow, which opened its huge mouth full of white sharp teeth, and bit the heads of the four people in the stern!

The "Zun" on the boat immediately sensed something, and shot instantly, the iron rod pierced through the void, screamed sharply, and smashed hard towards the void above their heads.

Woo! ! !

The iron rod passed by without hindrance, as if it hadn't touched anything, but there was a dull howl, cold and full of resentment.

As the reflection in the water swayed, a smear of crimson blood emerged, quickly diffused, and dispersed into turbid yellow.

The next moment, pale and thin arms stretched out from the blood stains, like branches that were randomly broken, and like the steps of insects, they grabbed the boat and the figures on the boat one after another.