Looking at the two dying bull-headed horse faces in front of her, An Mingyue turned around and said.
"How to deal with it."
"Kill him." Luo Yan said angrily from the side.
The bull-headed horse-faced man's face turned pale when he heard this, and he quickly begged for mercy.
"Wrong, it's not that we want to suppress it, but this is our rule in Fengdu!"
"The entire Fengdu is constructed by Lord Beiyin's majestic power. The special environment here allows these dead souls to survive. If they don't cross the Naihe Bridge, their spirits will soon dissipate between heaven and earth..."
Several people looked at each other, and the middle-aged man sighed softly and said.
"Oh, Ronaldinho, forget it."
"This is the legendary Fengdu after all. Since I'm dead, let me reincarnate..."
Luo Ren was speechless, but at this moment, a small boat was ferrying in the yellow river not far away. The speed was very slow, but it appeared in everyone's field of vision.
Then a voice came slowly.
"Let's put in the ox head and horse noodles."
"If you want to pass the test, I'll just send you away."
Everyone heard this and went away.
Chen Mo noticed the people on the boat.
Unlike other ghosts, he is an extremely old man.
Is this also an apocalyptic god?
The bull-headed horse's expression changed when he saw the visitor, and he suddenly became in awe and exclaimed.
"Why are you here?"
"Yes." The old man nodded and went ashore. He looked at Chen Mo and his party, his old eyes were dim and he said softly.
"Fengdu, no outsiders have come here for a long time."
"Who are you?" Chen Mo asked.
If it is said that he is a god in the last days, there is no aura coming from the old man's body, and he is not in the state of a spiritual body. He is no different from ordinary people.
But in this Fengdu ghost realm, the only ones that exist are the souls of the dead.
Old man: "Just an unknown ferryman."
He glanced at the wandering soul on the bridge and continued.
"The living cross the river, the dead climb the bridge."
"I will send you the rest of the way. All you need is a meager yellow paper ghost coin."
"As for these two, it's better to listen to what the Bull-Head-Horse Face says and go to the bridge honestly."
An Mingyue was puzzled: "What's the significance of this?"
The old man glanced at her and said calmly: "This bridge is for dead people to climb on. As soon as a living person steps on, they will fall directly from the bridge and fall into the water of the River of Forgetfulness that will never transcend life."
"And conversely, the same goes for boats."
An Mingyue nodded slightly and planned to follow Chen Mo's wishes.
"How to say?"
Chen Mo said directly
"Listen to him."
But if this is the case, then Luo Yan...
Luo Yan: "You guys go over there first, I will follow you in a moment."
"I want to finish this last journey with the villagers."
"After crossing this bridge, we will meet at the shore. "
Chen Mo nodded and asked the old man.
"Old man, how much does it cost to ship?"
"One person only needs one hundred thousand yellow paper money." The old man said softly.
"One hundred thousand?" An Mingyue's eyes showed a trace of doubt.
The contrast between this and black and white impermanence is really huge. One is one billion and the other is one hundred thousand.
She didn't believe it.
The old man said, as if he saw the concerns in her heart.
"Don't worry, I won't be as dishonest as Hei Wichang."
After a conversation and paying the customs fee, Chen Mo, An Mingyue and Qiong Qi boarded the shabby boat together.
Luo Yan also followed the souls of the villagers of Shimen Town on the Naihe Bridge.
…
The boat floats on the water as if it has no weight. Even if someone as big as Qiongqi steps on it, it has no intention of sinking into the water.
The hull of the boat made a creaking sound, and as the old man gently moved the oars, it began to move forward slowly.
Chen Mo and An Mingyue sat on it, looking at everything around them.
The waves were rough, and the splashing water could not reach the boat. You could see pale hand bones sticking out everywhere in the river.
Those souls who unfortunately fell or tried to escape by jumping into the river were suppressed here forever.
Fortunately, according to the old man, there is no danger as long as we are on this boat.
An Mingyue took a rare moment to relax and spoke.
"Honestly, I never thought in my life I would be in a place like this."
"Chen Mo, how on earth do you know about such a thing as a secret realm?"
She was very curious about why Chen Mo was always different from ordinary people and could find this place that was difficult to find even in this military region.
And the goal is clear and very familiar.
Chen Mo looked into the distance and did not directly answer An Mingyue's question, but said lightly.
"Don't you have the ability to read minds? If you want to know what it's used for, don't you?"
An Mingyue said angrily.
"If it had worked, I would have used it!"
Except for the first time she overheard it, no matter how close she got to Chen Mo later on, her powers could not detect any information at all.
Even the most superficial inner voice cannot be heard, let alone the more inner things.
Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, An Mingyue didn't ask any more questions.
Instead, he played with the messenger order, looked at the patterns on it seriously, and murmured to himself.
"How does this little token release those thunder and lightning?"
"These special weapons are really weird... There is a guy in my ninth theater who also has this type of weapon. I heard that her weapon can also talk. What is it called..."
"Is your name Xiang Xi?" Chen Mo said calmly.
An Mingyue swallowed her words and stared at Chen Mo as if she had seen a ghost.
"You know this too?"
"Are you a human or a ghost?"
Chen Mo grinned.
This person was one of the top ten famous peak superpowers in his previous life, and he was also one of the top figures in the Ninth War Zone.
Although I didn't know much about the mysterious Central Government in my previous life, I did know a thing or two about the prominent figures in each war zone.
So when An Mingyue mentioned this name, he thought of this person.
Chen Mo shrugged.
"The powerful superpowers in various war zones are quite famous. I pay close attention to them. Do you know this is surprising?"
"That's the truth..." An Mingyue murmured with her eyes open in thought.
At this time, the old man who was ferrying the two people in front of him said quietly with his back to them.
"Little girl, is that a black and white artifact?"
"Haha... People who are alive should use less of these weapons, because these weapons related to gods have more or less disadvantages."
The two of them were shocked, An Mingyue frowned and asked.
"Old man, what do you mean?"
The old man paddled the boat leisurely and stopped talking: "I forgot for a moment. There are some things that can only be understood but not expressed in words."
"Hehehe..."
Chen Mo thought for a moment. He had reached the middle of the Yellow River, but he still hadn't seen the shore he was supposed to reach.
I happened to have a lot of questions in my mind, so I tentatively took out a stack of yellow paper money.
An Mingyue was stunned for a moment.
"What are you doing?"
