You only like my face

How much sincerity is in Ye Ziqing's "brother"?

For Ye Ziqing, this is not important.

He tried hard to convince himself that he compromised so easily with Mu Tianqi and called him "brother" just to catch this stupid big man in front of him. Only in this way, Mu Tianqi would do his best to protect him.

At least before finding the Nüwa stone, Ye Ziqing thought, he can't have anything to do, as for others, why bother?

Mu Tianqi was so moved by this "Brother" that his eyes filled with tears. He was wiping his tears by himself at first, but later, for some reason, he burst into tears.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Ye Ziqing: "..."

Is he being too sentimental?

Mu Tianqi was so sentimental that he had been "sentimental" all night. For three full hours, he had been pulling Ye Ziqing to talk about his childhood, from the time he could remember to now, almost every detail, even Almost told Ye Ziqing when he stopped wetting the bed.

At the beginning, Ye Ziqing was quite interested, passed a bag of melon seeds from A Yao, while eating melon seeds, while listening to Mu Tianqi's embarrassing things about her childhood, she completely regarded Mu Tianqi as entertainment.

But after three hours, Ye Ziqing already wanted to stab Mu Tianqi to death with a knife.

There were three hundred ducks croaking in front of him.

After the time was almost up, Mu Tianqi closed his mouth, looked at the moon outside the window, and was full of energy:

"It's time, let's go."

"Ok, go, go, go."

Ye Ziqing was afraid that Mu Tianqi would go back on his word, so he nodded quickly.

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In the mountains one after another, a small wooden boat flows under the moonlight.

The silvery moonlight sprinkled the land, illuminating the river surface like daytime, but the mountains and forests on the bank were completely dark, and there was a strange cry of "babbling" from it, the sound cut through the silent night sky, on the river surface reverberate.

The wooden pulp on the river surface rippled layer by layer.

"Nothing seems to have changed."

Sitting on the boat, Ye Ziqing said in a low voice.

There were four people sitting on this small wooden boat, and Mu Tianqi stood at the bow, and he was at the helm.

"Not urgent."

Mu Tianqi said, and then stopped paddling, took out the storage bag from his arms, and released the ghost of fire.

"chirp"

The blue underworld fire spirit jumped out of the storage bag suddenly, drawing a silver-blue brilliance in the dark night sky, it circled around Mu Tianqi mischievously, and then according to the master's guidance, the old man Honestly, it fell into the lantern in Mu Tianqi's hand.

Lanterns are the most common style, with a layer of white paper on the outside and a base inside, which is plain and unremarkable.

When the little fire spirit entered, the whole lantern lit up, emitting a shining blue light, which shone on Mu Tianqi's face, making Mu Tianqi look extraordinarily pervasive.

Hanging the lantern lit by Nether Fire Spirit on the hook on the bow, Mu Tianqi put away the oars, followed the lantern, looked forward, and said:

"Next, just wait."

After saying this sentence, he turned his head full of thoughts again, and said to the few people sitting behind him:

"I'll stress it again, after you enter the River of Forgetfulness, no matter who you meet, don't think about getting close to them, don't get contaminated with the water of the River of Forgetfulness, remember, remember."

The crowd nodded.

It stands to reason that the uncontrolled boat would either drift with the current after the river, or turn around in place, but the strange thing is that after Mu Tianqi took back the wooden paddle, the boat was still going upstream.

Judging from the reflection on the water surface, the shadow of the mountains distorts and disappears, and between the sky and the earth, there is only a blue brilliance that is gradually moving in a certain direction.

When the boat passed by, the sound of the water splashed, and the cries of unknown animals gradually disappeared into the sound of the water.

As time went by, thick white mist gradually formed on both sides of the strait, gradually covering up the dark mountain shadows, and the moonlight also changed from silvery white at the beginning to dim.

"The river water has turned red!"

A Yao, who was sitting by the boat, was the first to notice this, she screamed, and wanted to reach out to touch it, but when she thought of what Mu Tianqi said, she was so frightened that she immediately retracted her hand.

Hearing what A Yao said, Ye Ziqing's mouth curled up.

The tip of his nose could already smell blood.

He said softly to A Yao: "Okay, A Yao, it's up to you."

A Yao nodded, stretched out her hand in the air and wrote an extremely complicated rune with spiritual power, and waved her hand again, the whole rune evaporated into a green light spot, covering the whole boat at once.

Not long after this was done, the entire river suddenly turned red.

It was as red as blood, and under the blue light on the bow of the ship, it glowed a strange black.

After the river turned into a river of blood, within a short while, countless river lanterns suddenly floated on the surface of the river.

These river lanterns have different images, some are simply decorated, just a thin layer of white paper pasted on the lamp bone; some are extravagant and exquisite, with sequins and tassels, and pictures are painted on the lamp paper.

Some are as small as a fist, and some are as big as a watermelon.

But no matter what, all the river lanterns have a small ball of flame in the center, floating on the water of Wangchuan River, but it is not soaked, the fire is shining, and the river lanterns will not be tangled due to the water flow.

They were one after another, on the blood-red river surface, the lights were full of lights, but there was no glow on the water surface, let alone the splendor of the return light, only the red blood glow everywhere, and the blood color filled the air.

"what is this?"

Seeing those river lanterns seem to be conscious, automatically avoiding the boat that is about to hit, Ye Ziqing asked curiously.

"It is said that the Wangchuan River is full of undead."

Gu Qingyuan, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly said, "It must be the transformation of those undead."

"Undead?"

Ye Ziqing smiled, and he asked Gu Qingyuan: "We living people are so blatantly walking in the Wangchuan River, wouldn't these things come after us?"

When he was speaking, the enchantment covering the outside of the ship came into contact with the spreading red mist, and made a "puchi".

Without everyone's attention, the red mist immediately shrank back and dissipated on the river surface as if it had a self-awareness.

"Yes, they will."

At this time, Mu Tianqi interrupted Ye Ziqing's teasing with a sad tone. He looked at the various river lanterns slowly gathering, showing a kind of sadness that Ye Ziqing couldn't understand:

"The undead with obsessions will linger here until the obsession in their hearts is relieved. And everyone in the Mu Mansion died unexpectedly. Because of resentment, they were not allowed to reincarnate. They wandered on the Wangchuan River, presumably, to wait for me Bar."

As if in response to Mu Tianqi's words, when Mu Tianqi finished speaking, there was a sudden gust of evil wind on the Wangchuan River. With a "huh" they blew out the river lanterns closest to them, and as soon as the lights went out, the river lanterns turned into the original appearance of the undead one by one:

In the blood-colored river water, there were pale faces. Some of them lost an eye, some lost their entire chin, and what was even worse was that some even lost half of their heads. All of them looked like they were dead. , eerie, this is the breath of the undead.

After the transformation, their expressions were originally dull, but when the ships passed by them, without exception, like flies smelling fishy meat, they instantly changed into greedy expressions, scrambling to swim towards the ships.

With a "snap", Mu Tianqi knocked a white bone picked up on the edge of the boat back into the Wangchuan River, and Mu Tianqi said in a low voice:

"See that chinless lady?"

Ye Ziqing was using a Tang knife to chop up a dead body that came close: "Huh?"

"That's my nanny."

Mu Tianqi's voice was bitter.

In his previous life, he was finally forced to burn down the place with the underworld fire in desperation before escaping.

But he was not willing to do the same this time.

These people are all his relatives, how could... how could... let them be scattered?

Just when Mu Tianqi was lamenting again, Gu Qingyuan was always paying attention to the others, but looking at him, he felt something was wrong:

"Leaf, why, they don't attack you?"

"What did you say?"

Ye Ziqing didn't hear clearly, so he turned his head to ask Gu Qingyuan, and after turning his head, within a short while, a baby face broke through the water with a "slap", and climbed onto the side of the boat.

When Ye Ziqing heard the sound, his eyes froze, and when he was about to turn around and stab the undead, he saw a little doll, no more than five or six years old, lying on the side of the boat, looking at him with two shiny black eyes.

There is no intention of attacking.

Well, if it weren't for the blue face of the doll, she would be quite cute.

Ye Ziqing: "..."

Originally wanted to stab this ghost doll to death together, but seeing that this ghost doll was the same age as A Mu, Ye Ziqing was moved with compassion, Tang Dao turned the angle, and poked back another unlucky ghost who was trying to climb up beside him.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled at the doll.

This is good, the baby who was originally very blue was stunned, stared blankly at Ye Ziqing, and suddenly his face turned bloody, obviously embarrassed, excited, he swayed along the side of the boat , "One mile wow" in her mouth, she didn't know what she was saying, and suddenly, thick black blood leaked from her constantly opening and closing mouth, dripping on the boat.

Ye Ziqing: "..."

So dirty.

Seeing the disgust on Ye Ziqing's face, the ghost doll pursed her mouth, and her movements became louder, but before she moved a few times, her head fell back to the Wangchuan River with a "plop", leaving only a bowl-sized bowl blood scab.

Ye Ziqing: "..."

Depend on.