Chapter 215

"Well --"

Yan lie murmured and slowly opened his eyes.

At the moment of recovery, he felt the pain in the back of his head, as if he had been beaten with a stick.

He sat up slowly with a frown, and slowly touched the back of his head with his big hand.

Thinking back, he found himself surrounded by dark, eyes can not see things.

Yan lie restrained his mind and stood up with his hands. His eyes were fixed and he looked around. He said softly, "is there anyone?"

In the silence, he heard the echo faintly, but did not get a response.

His mind coagulates, the light in the eyes sinks, rebukes full of guard, the hands hanging on the leg edge unconsciously clench.

He tried to distinguish the directions around him, and walked slowly towards what he thought was the front.

I remember what happened before I fell into a coma.

He remembered that he had been in the ward round with the night before, and he was letting out the wind.

Later Later

Later, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart, as if his heart was caught and pulled hard. He had no time to cry and lost consciousness.

Wake up and it's like this.

He tried to open his eyes, trying to find out from the darkness something that could tell the direction.

He walked slowly, his feet seemed to have their own consciousness in general, toward an inexplicable direction.

Suddenly, he heard a little murmur of water. For a second, he quickly turned around and rushed over.

He didn't know how long he had gone, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

A small street lamp seems to be half in the air, pale and weak light, such as a cardiotonic needle, once stabbed into the atrium, slightly calming his heart.

But then came more doubts.

He walked in the direction of the street lamp, and when he approached, he found that the lamp was on an arch bridge.

The bridge stands on a small river.

The river, at first glance, seems not too wide, like the water in the park. But when he took a step closer, he suddenly found that the color of the river was as black as ink, and could not be seen low.

He looked closer, vaguely, as if he could smell a little blood.

He frowned slightly, wondering if there was something wrong with his nose. The heart is like falling into a bottomless pit, constantly falling, can not find a place to rely on.

, looking at the bubbles that pop up from time to time, make complaints about Tucao: "what the hell is this?"

There was no one to answer, and the darkness and stillness around him came like the tide.

If it was not for his strong psychological quality, he might be driven crazy.

He took a deep breath, thought a little, turned and walked up the bridge.

There was no other way for him to go now except that.

As he walked, he looked for something more useful, but there was nothing but black.

When he approached the river, by the weak light on the bridge, he suddenly saw a small boat. It seemed that there was no ferry on the boat, which swayed along with the river.

He stopped for a moment and walked slowly past.

"Anybody?" He leaned up to have a look, but still did not see.

His heart sank and he was about to take back his sight.

"Well, where are you going

He was startled by the sudden sound.

Rough GA, like a voice ground by stone, inexplicably with a trace of cold.

Yan lie was stunned for a second and looked around. At first, he still didn't see the figure.

"Well, I'm here."

The other party seemed to see his doubts and called him again.

Yan Liang congealed his thoughts and turned his eyes.

This time, at a glance, he saw the man standing in the bow.

The man was wearing a coir raincoat, and his face was covered with a big hat. He could not see the face of each other.

But one thing is certain.

When he made his first noise, there was no one in the bow.

He could not help but slightly clench his hands, the empty hook hook of the corner of the mouth, quietly asked: "excuse me boatman, where is this?"

The other party smelt the speech "hey hey" a smile, pointed at the back of the way: "new come? And your guide? "

Yan lie was stunned and nodded to show that he was a new comer.

But what is the guide?

He moved his mouth and just wanted to ask, he heard the other side say: "this is the forgetting river. Have you lost yourself

Forget Sichuan?

Yan lie's heart leaps, unconsciously chewing the two men in his mouth.

Forget the river, lose the side of nothing, for the earth also.

"I'm dead?"

Yan lie raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

Maybe it can't be called "human", but ghost.He whispered softly, which was heard by the other party. The boatman nodded heavily, and the bamboo hat followed his movement with a trace of "Chucha" sound.

"Yes, you are dead. Why are you here if you're not dead? "

Yan lie was stunned for a moment and shook his head in a trance.

He really can't figure out how he died.

Did it hurt just now?

He unconsciously thought of the doubts in his heart and asked.

The boatman shook his head, saying that he did not know: "however, nine out of ten people here don't know how to die. It's normal. However, it is strange that your guide is not here. It's easy to get lost when you are in Naihe. It's amazing that you can walk alone to forget Sichuan. "

Yan lie twisted his sword eyebrow and said in a deep voice, "what is it?"

"There are three parts outside the Prefecture: Naihe, forgetting Chuan and huangquan. After death, if there is no ghost to lead the way, they will be attracted by what they do, and float to where they are. However, it is also called the junction of yin and Yang by human beings and ghosts. No matter where the three areas are, the miasma is all over the ground. No matter whether people or ghosts, they can't distinguish the direction. Only when ghost gate begins, miasma will naturally disperse and ghost market will appear. People and ghosts can pass through. "

Yan lie nodded his head slightly and looked around the environment. He could not feel anything except darkness and depression.

However, it is quite in line with the idea of the underworld.

Thinking of this, he could not help but draw a slight invisible smile.

"Are you going to cross the river? I can give it to you. "

Distracted people, listen to the words from a Leng: "cross the river? Where to cross the river? "

"There is the yellow spring over there. After drinking Mengpo soup, you can enter the underworld. After being judged by the judge, you can enter the samsara."

Yan liemou in brush a wipe clear, side eyes looked at the bridge not far away, low voice way: "get on your boat, afraid is to pay?"

The sound is very low, as fine as a mosquito, like a needle falling to the ground.

"Ah, what do you say?"

Yan lie dog mouth corner, gave each other a courtesy smile: "excuse me, who are you?"

"Me, I am on this river, naturally, I am a ferryman."

Ferryman?

Yan lie's eyes flashed and his voice concealed a touch of profound meaning: "who is the ferry?"

"It's natural to cross the predestined people. Not everyone can see my boat."

Yan lie nodded and asked in a low voice, "is that right?"

The ferry man nodded heavily.

Yan Yang saw his pride from his head.

"Can't I cross the river over the bridge?" He pondered for two seconds and then pointed to the bridge not far away.

The other party obviously did not expect him to come to such a sentence, unconsciously along the direction of his finger to see, stunned for a moment, hummed softly: "you can try."

Hearing that he was not worried, Yan lie turned his mind and decided to follow his advice after a little consideration.

He stepped forward, walked in front of each other, nodded slightly, and said politely, "that's trouble."

Seeing this, the ferryman reached out and pulled him onto the boat.

As soon as his hands were touched, Yan lie felt a sharp chill. He ran straight from the palm of his hand to his heart, and his body tightened unconsciously.

The other side seems to feel his strange, some doubts asked: "do you think I'm cold?"

Yan lie was stunned for a second. He quickly responded and shook his head and said, "no, it's just that the boat is shaking. I'm afraid of water."

Ship shaking?

This is the first time that he heard about it after thousands of years. But when I think about the other party's fear of water, I'm relieved.

"You ghosts who have never experienced big waves are trouble. I'm afraid of this. If there's any big event in the future, I'll see how you deal with it. "

Yan lie faint smile, no response.

He pretended not to recognize the deep meaning of the other side's words. Like a young man who was not familiar with the world, he tightened his body and grasped the ship's edge.

It looks like a fool.

As the boat moved slowly, Yan lie could not feel a trace of fluctuation, just like walking on a level road.

No, the exact feeling is still. There was silence in my ears.

Only then did he find that the sound of water, wind and even his own breath disappeared.

He could only judge how far he had gone by looking at the lamp.

"By the way, guest, I have to pay for my ferry trip."

Yan lie lowered his head, half closed his eyes, and said with a smile, "is it?"

Low shallow laughter, with a touch of cold is not easy to detect.

"Of course, I put the boat, but pay for the work, you naturally pay me." The ferryman is right.

Yan lie's side head, with a small lamp as the boundary, roughly judged his current position, is the center of the river.

His eyes flashed and he said casually, "how much do you want?"

"If you're lucky, I'll take one fifth of your ghost gas. When ghosts come, I want one third."Although Yan lie didn't know what ghost gas was, he could still understand that it was very important for him now.

He thought about it a little, and speculated that the ghost spirit should be similar to the vitality of the living people, all of which are used to support and maintain "life".

"But if I have no ghost?"

For some reason, Yan lie always felt that he was not dead.

As for why he was here, he thought, it should have something to do with the weird array in the room.

"How can you be without ghost?"

The voice of the ferryman was cold.

The reason why he would take the initiative to ask for the "ghost" in front of him is that he found that the ghost on the other side was very pure.

This kind of ghost gas, he only smelled in one person, or hundreds of years ago.

That time, the man was led by the judge.

He didn't know who it was, but he couldn't get close.

This time, a lost one came. How could he not make good use of it?

He had a hunch that he could be lazy for a hundred years as long as he swallowed up the ghost.

Every day in this river, eat those crooked melon crack jujube half soul, he almost vomited.

The most important time, those things, can't eat at all, it's really sad.

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