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After a while, Sun Yiqiu breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and asked the ferryman.

Boater, what was that just now?

Who knows.

The ferryman seemed to lack interest, so he continued to push the boat and row the oars, but after the boat advanced for a while, Sun Yiqiu suddenly felt his chest was hot, and then a force emerged from his body, giving him a forward momentum.

Hey hey-

Sun Yiqiu rushed to the side of the boat, and several ghosts on the side wanted to pull him, but before they could reach him, Sun Yiqiu fell into the water with a plop.

Only then did the ferryman swing his long pole to block it, but it was too late.

Boatman, save me, save me—

Sun Yiqiu shouted, and countless hands appeared in the surrounding water, all grabbing Sun Yiqiu who fell into the water. Laughter, crying, and screaming were noisy, and Sun Yiqiu was dragged away from the ferry all at once, and was dragged into the deep water bit by bit.

Help me...

The ferryman on the ferry just sighed and did not move any more. The ghosts on the boat all huddled together and looked at the water in horror.

Okay, pay attention.

The ferry left.

On Sun Yiqiu's side, countless ghost hands grabbed him and dragged him into the unfathomable hell, but there was a faint silver light on his body surface, like a thin film. Countless pale or hideous hands tried to tear Sun Yiqiu apart, but they couldn't break through the thin film. Countless pairs of stern and terrifying faces passed before Sun Yiqiu's eyes, but they couldn't really catch him.

Sun Yiqiu was frightened into a fool. He shrank in the water and did not dare to move. He didn't need to breathe, and he didn't dare to make big movements. He let the current carry him forward, like a ball in the water that was constantly being hit by the current and ghosts.

Sun Yiqiu...Sun Yiqiu...

That voice actually appeared again, it didn't sound very close but definitely not far away.

In fact, Sun Yiqiu was not stupid, and at this moment of fear, he still maintained a trace of calmness. He realized that no matter who the owner of the voice was just now, he obviously came back to look for him again.

Sun Yiqiu kept moving forward while hiding under the water, and the sound became farther and farther away, but he couldn't get rid of the yellow spring water, and he couldn't even float to the surface, because there were no ghosts trying to catch him all the time, and he couldn't break free here at all.

Bitter-cold, endless, grievances, ghosts, monsters, monsters... and strong resentment and all kinds of negative things, it seems that because of Sun Yiqiu, who is obviously a special ghost, all the monsters in the underworld are greedy and want to keep him and replace him...

Although protected by the talisman, he didn't know how long it would last. This situation filled Sun Yiqiu's already restless heart with fear.

Who will come, who will save me?

I don't know how much time has passed, and when Sun Yiqiu felt that his soul and body had become cold and stiff, a slightly anxious voice seemed to come from a far away place.

Sun Gongzi, Sun Gongzi...

Sun Yiqiu's consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he shook his head reluctantly. It sounded so familiar. This is me, am I dreaming? It must be a dream, everything is fine when I wake up!

She Ji searched along the endless Yellow Springs. Compared with Mi Huang, she didn't know the specific location of Sun Yiqiu, but she just followed a feeling in her heart. The longer time passed, the more anxious she became, because Sun Yiqiu would become more and more dangerous, and because her power consumption was increasing.

She Ji didn't call out loudly, but relied on the trace of bond that she and Sun Yiqiu had cultivated from the dream, and sought for echo in a telepathic way, but it always gave her a sense of futility.

She Ji was forced to fall down at a wide intersection of Huangquan and multiple river basins, and she couldn't directly cross Huangquan to where she wanted to go.

The moment she landed, She Ji staggered slightly, exhaling the Yin energy of the underworld. After calming down for a while, she watched the endless ghosts struggling and shouting on the deadly flowing Huangquan water, which shattered She Ji's response methods in the Huangquan River Basin.

A little anxious, a little sad, and a little dazed.

After standing there in a daze for a moment, She Ji couldn't help raising her breath, raised her hands in front of her, and shouted towards the rolling yellow spring water.

Sun Yiqiu—

Under the Yellow Spring in the distance, Sun Yiqiu woke up suddenly, his originally stiff and cold body began to struggle violently again, he didn't care whether the other party could hear him or not, he just kept shouting.

I'm here! I'm here!

As Sun Yiqiu struggled violently, the Yunshanguan amulet on his body also began to emit a faint light.

She Ji on one side of the bank immediately felt this echo, and then saw the faint light on the water surface of the Yellow Spring in the distance that was different from other places.

Over there!

She Ji immediately jumped out, and she threw her cloak towards the surface of the water in Huangquan in mid-air. The long streamer shot straight and tenaciously into the water, and went straight down to Sun Yiqiu's side, wrapping around his waist.

From the drape, Sun Yiqiu felt a faint warmth different from that of the Yellow Spring water, and the amulet on his body did not reject it.

She Ji grabbed the cloak on the bank, but when she pulled it back, she found it was motionless, and even made a creaking sound of the rope twisting, and She Ji used her demonic power to exert force suddenly.

Come up—

The cries of countless ghosts and ghosts rang together, and the cloak pulled Sun Yiqiu, but Sun Yiqiu's body and cloak were covered with ghosts and deformed monsters from the underworld...

Don't go... Take me...

Why can he go! Stay!

Take me! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

 …

Ghosts connected to ghosts, monsters grabbed monsters, and they were densely connected together. Even She Ji, a demon cultivator who had practiced for hundreds of years, felt a little dizzy, but when she saw Sun Yiqiu, who was wrapped in the middle of the ghosts, she couldn't care less.

'I will save you! '

Sun Yiqiu!

ah--

She Ji exerted her strength suddenly, and the monster energy gathered on her body, forming a burst of colorful airflow in the sky.

Drink—

Hiss hiss...

There were bursts of tearing and fingernail scratching sounds on the cloak. No matter how much Sheji shook the cloak, she couldn't shake off the other ghosts. The ghosts were desperate to grab the cloak even if they were smashed.

Before Sun Yiqiu could drag it up, She Ji couldn't drag it anymore, and those ghosts began to struggle to climb up.

There was already a lot of movement here, the danger was around and time was running out, and She Ji didn't care about so much, she threw her hands and fixed one end of the shawl on a boulder in the underworld on the shore, then jumped onto the stretched shawl, using both hands and feet along the way, knocked down all the ghosts approaching her, and when she got close to Sun Yiqiu, her fists and palms turned into afterimages.

For a moment, many ghosts were blown away or even scattered by She Ji, and then she grabbed the pale Sun Yiqiu, turned back on the cloak, and landed on the shore.

Ho, ho, ho...

She Ji was panting, while Sun Yiqiu beside him was trembling, and he was constantly emitting white gas.

Sun Gongzi!

Gu, girl, it's really you!

Although Sun Yiqiu's mouth trembled a little, he was still very excited when he saw She Ji.

She Ji nodded, and then suddenly shot several flashes of spiritual light in the direction of the cloak, and the cloak could no longer be taken back.

Bang bang bang...

no, do not want--

Assistant! Give me a hand...

The nearby Huangquan water seemed to be boiling, countless ghosts climbed up desperately, and even a big ghost who had already climbed halfway tore the ghosts around him, using their bodies and even their own bodies to resist She Ji's attack.

She Ji shot out more than a dozen auras, and she had to stop for a while as she was weak, but the cloak was already full of ghosts.

Girl, this...

Sun Yiqiu, who had just recovered, was about to speak when the talisman on his body suddenly shone faintly again.

No, I can't take care of this place anymore, let's go!

She Ji's complexion changed, she grabbed Sun Yiqiu and jumped up. At the moment of taking off, she slapped her chest fiercely, and spit out a stream of blood that flew towards the cloak.

Afterwards, a flash of colorful light flashed behind She Ji, and the phantom turned into a palm, and hit the big black stone fiercely, with a bang, smashed together with several ghosts who came up.

let's go!

In addition, She Ji didn't dare to stay for a long time, so she took Sun Yiqiu and flew away.

On the bank of Huangquan, endless ghosts looked at the burning cloak stretched towards the water, and let out a mournful roar.

But before that, a few ghosts landed on the shore, but before they had time to escape, they were caught by ghosts in the water again. Countless ghosts grabbed one by one, and the ghosts who landed struggled hard not to be dragged back, and there was a steady stream of ghosts tearing and climbing in the water.

Here, like a chain reaction, the shore of the Yellow Spring gradually evolved into a creeping bridge of ghosts and ghosts. Ghosts, ghosts, and cold monsters are densely packed and moving, extremely eerie and terrifying. More and more ghosts escape along this bridge...

This movement is so big, how could it not be released!

On several grand halls in the depths of the underworld, the figures on the high seats shouted angrily.

How dare!

evil creature!

Bastard—

And above the deep hall of the recent reincarnation, a huge black-robed emperor also looked sideways slightly, and the string on the crown on his head trembled slightly. He raised his hand and slapped heavily on the seat.

In an instant, the underworld thundered, and it seemed that the entire underworld was shaking slightly in a trance.

In the depths of the underworld, in a small Buddhist hall, the Buddha's light was always bright, and an old monk opened his eyes from the center.

Bitter, good!