Kokonoe

It is said that at the end of the river is a bridge leading to the land of death.There are dead souls who can't find their way back wandering there, the wind there is endless, and even the flowers on the shore are swaying endlessly.

But that place is a territory outside of Tianyu.

The water of the bottomless black river moves forward slowly, and all the soaked yesterdays will disappear with it.

From ancient times to the present, winners and losers.Since the defeat of the three chiefs, You Prison has been oppressed layer by layer by everyone in the Tianyu, and finally was completely bound in this territory, isolated from the world.

Mo Xuan had mixed feelings in his heart. This was supposed to be his home, but now, where is his family?

A paper lantern cleared the fog in front of the eyes, and in the distance, the towering jet-black city gradually became clear.It's just that there is no plaque on the city gate, and there is not even a guide.There were only two clusters of will-o'-the-wisps hanging alone in the air, flickering on and off.

After passing through this gate, we have reached the head of the bridge, and there is a pitch-black mist below, and we can't tell the height.

Mo Xuan squatted down and tried to probe with the lantern, but the thick fog instantly covered the candlelight, so he had to step back a little to rekindle the flame.

After looking around, Mo Xuan touched a rusty bell from a raised rock.

"Ding Ding Ding-"

"Whoo~"

The dense fog in front of him suddenly moved and dispersed quietly. Slowly, a little light came out from nowhere and approached Mo Xuan slowly.

Even closer, it turned out to be a small boat, with a swaying will-o’-the-wisp floating on the bow to guide a little light, the dilapidated hull swayed, and the paddling oars made a "squeak--squeak" sound. with.

And the weirdest thing is the oarsman, no, it's not a person, but a skeleton, wearing a linen bag, and a straw hat crookedly on his head, which looks a bit funny.

The boat finally approached slowly, above the dense fog, it seemed to be hanging in the air at first glance.

The squeaking oars stopped, the rower seemed to rest, and looked at Mo Xuan with empty eyes, and the old voice came from nowhere: "You want to take the boat?"

Mo Xuan tightened his hand holding the lantern, and said respectfully, "It's troublesome."

The slender hand bones swayed, and the voice sounded again was a little joyful: "Come on, but no one has come to this ghostly place for a long time~"

The hull of the ship trembled, as if frightened by the unexpected visitor, but it firmly carried the strange weight.The squeaking oars sounded again, and slowly, little by little, the boat sailed away from the dark city gate.

Mo Xuan sat on the bow of the boat somewhat cautiously, the paper lanterns were extinguished and placed at his feet, and only a few feet in front of him were skeletons struggling to paddle.

"Young man, where are you from?" The boatman chatted with Mo Xuan in a friendly manner, which calmed Mo Xuan's helplessness.

"Bei Ming." Mo Xuan replied.

"Ah—that's a very far away place." The boatman asked again, "What's the purpose of coming here?"

Mo Xuan thought for a while: "Meet my friends."

Apart from the former home, Mo Xuan's biggest concern is his senior brother.

The boatman didn't speak any more, and Mo Xuan also remained silent. I don't know how far he walked, the dense fog that was originally dense slowly dispersed, and the lifeless Heihe also appeared under the boat.

The river channel is very narrow, only this small boat can fit, and here, there is no need for oars, the whole boat is completely drifting forward with the water of the Black River.

The boatman was leaning on the bow of the boat with his oars, his slightly hunched body under the sackcloth made his joints even more prominent.

Mo Xuan's heart trembled and he turned his face away, but was attracted by the bright light on the shore.

"What's that?" Mo Xuan asked.

One piece after another, rich black and flickering light are mixed together.

"Young man, don't make a fuss," the boatman said in a low voice, "It's a withered Bana flower."

Bana flower. . .

Mo Xuan read it softly, and suddenly remembered a record he had read in the Scripture Library.

Every flower that blooms in the land of the dead represents an undead. It is a spiritual creature nourished by the blood of the heart, and it is a place for the undead to foster.But Mo Xuan remembered that the records of the Bana Flower were very clear, it was the purest blood color, extremely strange, giving people the illusion that they could be sucked away with just a few more glances.

"Why... black?" Mo Xuan was puzzled.

The boatman smiled: "The young people have also heard of this Bianhua?"

Mo Xuan nodded, and only listened to the boatman continue: "Each Bana flower represents an undead, and if the undead dies, the flowers will wither. Here, the most powerful army ever buried in Hell is buried."

Mo Xuan's eyes widened in disbelief: "Undead... Legion?"

"Alright young man, here you are."

Mo Xuan came back to his senses, the boat had stopped.

The boatman straightened his wide straw hat, his pale hand bones became even paler in the mottled light around him.

He pointed to the docking place and said, "Go quickly, leave after seeing your friends, something big is going to happen here recently, don't get involved in it. Young man, you still have a long way to go!"

Mo Xuan bowed deeply to the boatman, raised his head again, and the boat left, only to hear another creaking sound until it disappeared.

event?What is going to happen in Hell?

Mo Xuan was puzzled, but he didn't hesitate in his steps.In the territory where the sun has not been seen all year round, the smell of decay wafts everywhere, but the strange thing is that after walking for a long time, Mo Xuan has not seen a single person, not even an undead.

"Fen Tian!" Mo Xuan patted the blade lightly, and said, "Go, take me home."

About half a stick of incense, Fen Tian drove Mo Xuan straight to the main house of the Mo family, but when he was about to land, he saw a group of people gathered together from a distance, the formation was huge and he didn't know what happened.

Mo Xuan knew that he couldn't show Fen Tian to the outside world, so he secretly stopped at a corner and took Fen Tian into the space first.Then, just in case, Mo Xuan wiped a handful of wall plaster with his hands and smeared his face.

However, Mo Xuan, who had just packed up, stepped out of the corner, and three people immediately blocked his way with weapons.

"Where did you come from?" one of them shouted loudly.

Mo Xuan didn't know what the situation was, so he didn't dare to answer casually. In desperation, he pointed to his throat and opened his mouth again.

"Ah-ah-"

As if unable to speak.

The three looked at each other, but they did not let Mo Xuan go.

"What's wrong?" Behind him, a man who looked like a leader approached with a group of people.

The three immediately replied: "Go home, Lord! We caught a stranger!"

The man called the head of the family walked in slowly, and looked at Mo Xuan carefully: "I haven't seen it before? Which family are you from?"

Mo Xuan pretended to be panicked, and hurriedly gestured wildly with his hands, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The previous person hurriedly said: "Master, he is dumb!"

"Mute?" The man's eyes were rather sharp, and the brows were even more gloomy.Mo Xuan pretended to be submissive, but at the same time he was thinking of ways to escape.

But the man just glanced at it a few times, but didn't go any further: "Take away the mute too! One more counts as one! For the rest, keep searching!"

Mo Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, even when the three behind him picked him up and took him somewhere, he obeyed in every possible way.

In the distance, the man's order could still be heard: "Be quick! I want to see what he, a doll with barely grown hair, can compete with me for the position of lord!"

Mo Xuan lowered his head and followed, but there was a huge wave in his heart. Where is the lord?What's the meaning?Who is that man?He said the doll. . .Who is it again?