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Although Murong Chunguang didn't have the half-day warmth of spring, it was like the coldness of winter.

But it really helped a lot of life for a young man like Shen Hao who didn't worry about anything.Shen Hao watched him bargain with others to rent a boat, quickly bought clothes, packed dry food and medicine, flew pigeons to Fengdu, and arranged reception matters.

Originally, if Shen Hao handled it himself, he would have been overwhelmed for several months, but with Murong Chunguang, the preparations were completed within ten days.

Shen Hao thanked him.

Murong Chunguang said with a stinking face: "Your subordinates should fulfill their responsibilities. Leader, are you trying to ridicule your subordinates for not doing things well?"

If asked about other matters, the answer is simpler.

like--

"How many days will it take to go to Fengdu?"

"Subordinates don't know."

"Can I stop and transfer on the way?"

"Subordinates don't know."

"Is there any news about Xiao Fang now?"

"Subordinates don't know."

Even Shen Hao can only let him go.

The trip to Fengdu went smoothly, and a light boat sailed against the current, and they arrived in Fengdu in three days.One mile up the ferry is the inn arranged by Murong Chunguang.

Shen Hao was lying on the bed with his clothes on, while Murong Chunguang had already stepped back.

He tossed and turned, but couldn't fall asleep.

I only heard the sound of clappers coming from the street outside the inn. "Boom! Boom!" Two sounds, followed by another gong.

"The gate of ghosts opens at the second watch, and I can't live without a drink of the river. I was rich and honored by thousands of dendrobiums in my lifetime, and I have suffered a lot in the ten hells." Just listen to the man who beat the watch muttering faintly, his voice reveals a ghost, and he is so cold People are shocked.

There are eighteen levels of hell, so why do you say "the ten levels of hell have a lot of suffering"?

Shen Hao suddenly sat up.

Pushing open the window to look, there is heavy fog outside, and the mist is heavy in the darkness, only to see a bright spot in the distance that is gradually disappearing, and the dim yellow light is flickering, also like ghostly will-o'-the-wisps.

He thought for a moment.

He had already taken the Shocking Rainbow Sword, flew out of the window, and headed for the light.

After several ups and downs, the lantern was always about [-] steps ahead, Shen Hao was fast and the lantern was fast, Shen Hao stopped the lantern, as if waiting for him, but seemed to prevent him from catching up.

Shen Hao walked for a while, stopped, looked up at the sky, there was no moon in the sky, but the road was not dark, there seemed to be some faint light that made the surroundings appear faintly gray and black.Along the way, there were no pedestrians, and the surrounding door openings were all closed, and there were no lights.

The lantern stopped ahead.

Shen Hao squeezed the Shocking Rainbow Sword in his hand, and strode forward without hesitation. When he walked in, he found that the lantern was stuck on the ground, and the candle inside was burning quietly.

He went up to pick up the lantern and took a closer look. On the lantern was written "Shen" on the front, "Hao" on the back, and small characters on the side, saying: Youdu Woshi, so far there is no return, there is no way out, and there is no way forward. bones.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have carried a sheepskin lantern with a curse written on it saying that there were no bones left, and it happened to be his own name, he would have been scared to death by now.Shen Hao just raised his eyebrows, and lifted up the lantern dragon in his hand, the light immediately illuminated the long, ominous torii and steps in front of him.

There are three big characters written on the archway, the blood is still wet, flowing down, as if it has just been written.

The diffuse mist seemed to be alive, and it dispersed lightly, and Shen Hao could clearly see the words on it: "Yinsi Street".

He was startled.

There are various legends of the underworld, although some are quite different, but there are some similarities.

Yinsi Street is the dividing point between the world and the underworld, and after that is Youdu Woshi.Crossing the Woshi is the Wuzhuo Bridge, and crossing the Wuzhuo Bridge is the Ten Halls of Yama. After death, people go to the Wuzhuo Bridge according to their wealth and poverty, and are divided into different halls according to their merits and crimes to wait for the judgment of the king of Yama.Then those who have many evil obstacles are sent to the eighteenth hell to suffer, and those who have more meritorious deeds ascend to heaven and become immortals. After returning their evil obstacles, they can drink a bowl of water from the river of forgetfulness at Meng Po's place, cross the bridge of Naihe, and reincarnate.

It's just that this underworld thing, how could it suddenly appear in Fengdu City?

Shen Hao stood for a while, squeezed the lantern in his hand, and walked through the archway.

"No!" Suddenly someone grabbed his shoulder.

Shen Hao looked back, it was Murong Chunguang.

"Leader, why don't you call me a subordinate for such a dangerous matter!" Murong Chunguang's face was so stinky, his eyes were almost spitting fire, "Do you know how many people want to put you to death?"

"What?" Shen Hao heard something wrong, "Put me to death? Murong Chunguang, what do you mean by this sentence?"

Murong Chunguang knew that he had slipped his tongue, he gritted his teeth and said, "You are of Wu Qiong's bloodline, the rumor that if you eat you, you will get the Underworld has spread all over the Central Plains. Leader, that brother of yours really doesn't show any affection at all."

Shen Hao was startled, and finally smiled: "I expected it, it's nothing." After saying this, he wanted to go forward again.

"Leader! You can't go." Murong Chunguang said.

"Why?" Shen Hao said, raising the sheepskin lantern dragon in his hand, "It still has my name written on it, if I don't go, wouldn't it be too shameful?"

After finishing speaking, disregarding Murong Chunguang's obstruction, he already walked through the archway and walked up the steps slowly.

Murong Chunguang gritted his teeth for a long time, stomped his feet, and followed.

The two of them disappeared into the thicker and thicker mist one after the other.