Great Wilderness Snow White Song

Unexpectedly, Yunze didn't expect him to make such a move, and he didn't have time to react. He pushed him and immediately fell straight down from the hole.Seeing strange things in front of his eyes and whistling wind in his ears, his mind went blank in panic, he just thought: So he wants to send me to die?

As soon as this thought came out, he felt a sharp pain in his heart and mouth, as if all thoughts were lost, he closed his eyes tightly for a moment, no longer caring about where he would end up.Unexpectedly, as soon as he closed his eyes, he suddenly felt a tightness around his waist, and someone stretched out his arms to grab him. He hurriedly opened his eyes to look, but when he met a pair of extremely close dark red eyes, he was immediately startled.

The Mozun embraced him with one hand, and fell together with him, his long hair fluttering, the corners of his lips slightly curled up, showing a narrow smile: "You are frightened, aren't you?"

Ever since Yunze knew Mozun, he had never seen such a playful look on him, and he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then remembered his anger again, and said angrily, "So you lied to me on purpose!"

The Mozun smiled again, led him around slightly, changed into a posture of rushing his feet down, floated out of the dark and colorful tunnel lightly, and then raised his chin: "I didn't lie to you, this place is indeed Nether World."

Yunze looked down, and saw himself floating in the chaotic void with him, and there were thousands of ravines below, all of which were all kinds of strange peaks and rocks. It looked extremely steep, but at the most dangerous part of the mountain stood a huge dark hall. Pavilion, with the word "Underworld" vaguely written on it.He raised his head to look upwards again, but was surprised again. There was a quiet night sky above his head, and there was a blue light belt horizontally in it, like a vast river of clouds, in which sparks were dotted and shuttled gracefully, like fireflies flying by, flowing endlessly .

He had never seen such a scene before, he was stunned for a while, and then asked to the side after a long time: "Then... what is it?"

The Mozun followed his line of sight, and said in a low voice: "That is the River of Forgetfulness, and the dots of light in it are the souls of the undead who want to cross the River of Forgetfulness."

Yunze opened his mouth wide in surprise, seeing those gloomy lights flashing like meteors, fleeting, he never expected that they were undead.Just when he was in a daze, the Mozun embraced him and turned around again, only to see the scene in front of him suddenly turned upside down, the River of Forgetfulness had fallen to their feet, and the mountains like knives, guns, swords and halberds appeared above them, like It is as if it is about to fall on top of their heads at any time.

Before Yunze was even more dumbfounded, Mozun had already opened his mouth and explained to him: "Just as there is no day and night in the demon world, there is no distinction between heaven and earth in the underworld. One end is Wangchuan, and the other end is Hades." Floating over the River of Forgetfulness, "The undead of the mortal world come here from the Artemisia, they have to cross the River of Forgetfulness, and then they have to cross the sea of ​​knives and axes before they can reach the Hades."

Just now when the Wangchuan flowed past the top of the head, Yunze looked at it from a distance and felt it was like an ethereal mist.At this moment, I changed the situation, and looked down from the top, only to see that the mist filled the water with vast waves, and it really was a vast river.The bank of the Wang River is full of faint blue wormwood, swaying and dancing with the sparks, as if it is the Artemisia mentioned by the Mozun.

Seeing the dreamlike scenery here, Yunze wanted to take a closer look, so he couldn't help but tugged Mozun's sleeve lightly, pointed to the shore and said, "Let's go there, shall we?"

Mozun nodded slightly, and sure enough he carried him slowly to the left bank of the River of Forgetfulness.

The wormwood here is as tall as half a person, and with Yunze's stature, it is only a head taller than the wormwood here. Curiously, he shuttled a few steps among the blue wormwood. The Yingying Youguang in the sky was startled by him and flew away, tossing and turning away, like twinkling stars.He still remembered that these gloomy lights were all undead, so he didn't dare to chase after them, but followed them slowly to the bank of Wangchuan River.

The river rushes past, and the mist rises on the surface of the water, which is like a hot spring. Yunze stretched out his hand in a daze, wanting to take a handful of Wangchuan's river water to take a look.Unexpectedly, before his hand touched the mist, he felt a chilly air that was piercing to the bone, and couldn't help shivering, and said in a low voice, "It's so cold here."

Mozun hurried forward and grabbed his hand, feeling that even his palm was chilly, he hurriedly took both of his hands into his palm, then lowered his eyes and said: "Wangchuan is a place of extreme cold. , you now... probably can't bear it."

The flames on Mozun's body were blazing, and it didn't take long to counteract the coldness here. Yunze's hands were tightly held by him, and he felt the tips of his ears burning slightly. The rushing water of the river.But seeing those countless gloomy lights floating into Wangchuan from the wormwood, most of them were annihilated in the river channel, and very few of them could cross to the other side, so he couldn't help but let out a "huh" and frowned: "This Wangchuan Yin The cold is so dangerous that it is impossible to cross people, why doesn't the underworld build a bridge here?"

Mozun shook his head lightly: "There is a Naihe Bridge upstream of the River of Forgetfulness, but the bridge surface is very smooth and cramped. There are tens of millions of undead who want to cross the River of Forgetfulness every day, but very few of them can squeeze onto the bridge."

Yun Ze was even more puzzled: "Then why didn't they build a wider bridge so that these undead can cross?"

Hearing this, the Demon Lord laughed: "The underworld is already full of lonely souls and wild ghosts. It is said that all the souls who died in the battle between immortals and demons thousands of years ago have not yet been reincarnated. How can they care about these things?" For the wandering undead, I am afraid that they all drown in the river of forgetfulness."

Yunze's heart sank suddenly when he heard him mention the battle between immortals and demons. He had heard about it several times and knew that this catastrophe was caused by the Demon Lord in front of him. Hearing him talk about the countless lives lost in this battle , unexpectedly the tone is indifferent, as if not paying attention, suddenly a little sullen, and broke his hand out of Mozun's grasp.

Mozun noticed the change in his mood, and his face changed slightly. He was about to speak, but he heard an almost helpless sigh from above his head, and then a deep and deep voice said: "Xiao Wang doesn't know that the devil came to the nether world, and he has never greeted him. , forgive the sin and forgive the sin."

That voice came from the direction of Hades, and it aroused several echoes among the thousands of ravines and peaks. It was actually a series of voices of "forgive sin, forgive sin".Yunze didn't expect someone to speak out suddenly, he was startled at first, and then realized that although the person's words were polite, his tone was not humble, it seemed that he was impatient.

Mozun frowned slightly, raised his face and said, "I'm here for nothing serious, and I don't need to be greeted personally by Yan Luo from the ten palaces."

Yunze listened to what he said, and it turned out that Yama of the Ten Temples was speaking at the same time, no wonder there were echoes.He had never seen the appearance of Yan Luo in the Ten Palaces, so he tried his best to look up at the Hades hanging upside down, but saw ten huge shadows reflected on the pavilions of the Hades, with shaking crowns and a burly figure. The shadow of Yama in the Ten Temples.

The shadow swayed a few times, and then said slowly: "The demon king has visited the Nether world 370 or four times in these years, and each time he said that he traveled here without incident, but Xiao Wang didn't know. The Demon Lord comes so frequently. If the Demon Lord has other plans, please make it clear that Xiao Wang will not dare to disobey it."

What they said obviously alluded to the fact that Demon Venerable had broken into the Netherworld many times and treated them as nothing, but he was careful with his words, a little daring to speak out.Mozun had already heard the clue, raised his eyebrows, and said with a sneer, "Old Yan Luo, don't say that I have come three hundred times, even if I have come a thousand times, ten thousand times, what can you do to me?"

Hearing his bad tone, Yunze was afraid that he would cause trouble in the underworld and offend Yan Luo, so he couldn't help but cast a reproachful glance at him.

The Mozun originally looked hesitant, but when he saw his eyes, he was stunned for a moment, then he remembered something, his expression eased, and he said instead: "To be honest, this is the last time I will walk here. The mountains are high and the rivers are long, so don’t bother me any more.”

Shidian Yan Luo originally saw him getting angry suddenly, seemed to be worried, and kept silent for a while, but when he heard him say that he would not come here again, he quickly calmed down and said: "What is the devil talking about, Xiao Wang also wanted to sweep the couch. Greeting each other, I have no choice but to let the demon king's golden body go unnoticed." After a short pause, he continued, "The demon king came here many times before, and the little king didn't treat him well, why don't you come to the hall and have a drink. How about a glass of water and wine as a farewell?"

Mozun chuckled disdainfully: "In a place as boring as Hades, I'm not in the mood to drink with you," he said, turning his eyes on Yunze's face, and then looking at the place in front of him. Wangchuan, suddenly said, "How about this, you can lend me the ferry on this Wangchuan for half a day, and when I have fun, I will leave."

Yama of the Ten Palaces seemed to be startled, and then said in a rough voice: "The boat on the Wangchuan River is used to ferry people with predestined relationship from the underworld, how can it be borrowed by the devil to play, really... really joking."

Listening to their tone, Yunze seemed to want to say "really ridiculous" or "really nonsense", but in the end he swallowed his anger and said "joking", secretly amused for a while.

Seeing the hidden smile in his eyes, Mozun smiled slightly, but said in his mouth: "Old Yan Luo, you pretend that I don't know that you are just afraid that I will delay you to collect money here. Let me tell you, I have to borrow this ferry today. If you continue to talk nonsense and make me lose my temper, I will keep you and make the river flow backwards, and the mountains here will be flattened. By then, your Hades will be called the real Hades. .”

The Ten Halls of Yama remained silent for a long time, before he said helplessly: "As the Demon Lord ordered, I will lend you the boat for half a day."

The ferry boat on the River of Forgetfulness is actually just a small bamboo raft, and the old man on the ferry slowly propped the bamboo raft to the shore, looking at the Demon Lord on the shore, who was so full of demonic energy, he said timidly: "Please... please come on board Boat."

But Mozun waved his hand and said forcefully: "You come down, you don't need to push the boat."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then he understood what he meant, he hurriedly dropped his pole, and was about to jump off the bamboo raft, but the demon said again: "Wait, leave your bamboo hat behind."

Yunze didn't understand what Mozun was up to at all, but saw the old man tremblingly taking off his hat, and the face under the hat was like a skeleton, he was a little startled for a while, then he was picked up by Mozun, and fell lightly onto the ground On the bamboo raft.

"What are you going to do?" Yunze finally couldn't help asking after being brought onto the bamboo raft.

Mozun looked at him and smiled slightly: "I see that you like the scenery here, so I will take you for a tour, won't you?"

Where did Yunze think that he spent so much time borrowing the ferry just to take him on a trip, he felt unbelievable at once, but his heart fluttered, and he was stunned for a moment before he said: "But since you just borrowed something from others, why are you still doing that?" You're so fierce," he said, looking at the Demon Lord, shaking his head, "Your temper is not good after all."

Hearing this, Mozun was not angry, and just said in a flat tone: "My temper has always been like this." After speaking, he put the old man's bamboo hat on his head, supported the bamboo pole with one hand, and lightly tapped the bamboo pole towards the bank. The raft immediately cut through the water and drifted leisurely into the River of Forgetfulness.

The water surface of Wangchuan is wide and misty. When paddling in the river on a bamboo raft, I feel more and more quiet and uninhabited.Yunze sat on the bamboo raft with his knees hugged, listening to the sound of the poles stirring the river, he suddenly said: "Just now Yan Luo said that you have been to the underworld 370 four times?"

A low voice came from under the bamboo hat and said: "They missed one calculation, and this time it is 370 five times."

Yun Ze held his chin and looked at him curiously: "Aren't you the master of the demon world? Why do you come to the underworld so frequently? What is the reason?"

The pole in Mozun's hand stopped suddenly, and after a moment of silence, Fang said: "I came here to find someone's soul."

Yun Ze froze for a moment, raised his eyes to look around, and saw countless gleaming lights on both sides of the River of Forgetfulness, he couldn't help saying: "There are more than ten million undead here, you want to find a person's soul, don't you Is it like finding a needle in a haystack?"

"Looking for a needle in a haystack?" Mo Zun smiled sympathetically, and his laughter was full of desolation, "It's not that simple. If you look for a needle in a haystack, you will find the needle. It will not be classified into the underworld, let alone appear here."

"Then why are you still..."

"Why do I still find this place, looking for his traces in this underworld again and again. It is naturally because..." The Demon Lord was silent for a long time, shaking his head, "I went to heaven and earth, and I have searched all over There is still nothing to be found in every corner of the world. Therefore, I can only come to the underworld with vague hopes, hoping that maybe that person will fall here by chance... Unfortunately, there are three thousand rivers of forgetfulness here, and the faint road to the underworld. I have searched for more than 300 times, but I have not found that person."

Just listening to these words, Yunze felt extremely desperate, and he simply didn't know what kind of mood Mozun would be in if he still got nothing after doing all these things.He got up on his knees, looked at Mozun and said, "Otherwise, I will accompany you to search here, okay?"

There seemed to be a low laugh coming from under the bamboo hat, and then Mozun lifted the hat with one hand, revealing dark red pupils shining like stars, looking at Yunze scorchingly, and said: "No need, I don't need to look for him again in the future." .”