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Actually, I've always been curious about how many ghosts were pulled into the water due to the huge incident that happened in the Yellow Springs. Even if the Yellow Springs ghost servant was lazy and didn't want to care about these things, he couldn't just allow so many ghosts to flop around in the water.

That way, he would be able to boil a ghost of the Yellow Springs like a dumpling, which would be detrimental to the face of the Underworld.

However, the Messengers did not move. They allowed the ghosts below them to take their place, and also allowed the burly man, who had escaped first, to jump onto the Manju Sha Hua's body and be devoured.

When they arrived at the Bridge of Helplessness, aside from Grandma Meng, the Messengers were also watching. They didn't even make a move.

This was even more strange, Director Ding and the rest had Soul Controlling Chains on them, and he even had contact with the Underworld ghost servants. How could the ghost servants not know of the organization's abilities?

After thinking about it, there was only one possibility.

That was, in the entire Underworld, only Grandma Meng was in charge of the overall situation, and some even required her to personally take action. The other Messengers had to stick to their positions and deal with some urgent situations.

For example, when we were running away on the Bridge of Helplessness, Grandma Meng sending people to capture us was only a matter of time, but once she sent out her ghost servant, the other ghosts would inevitably make their move.

They used their full strength to control us all in one breath, and then let Grandma Meng and I brainwash us, but only because they no longer have the capital to be tough.

"Qin Chenmo." Grandma Meng slammed her hand on the table and said with a cold tone, "Since you already understand, you should know that the Underworld has sacrificed quite a bit for the common people."

"Where are they?" I quietly looked at Grandma Meng and said in a low voice, "Ten Halls Neither King, and those people that have disappeared for me."

Grandma Meng heaved a deep sigh. The old man who was already old seemed to be so old that he couldn't even sit properly. His stooped body arched like a bow.

The teacup fell heavily onto the table, shattering into many thin pieces. The tea spilled all over the table.

"Follow me." Grandma Meng's voice sounded as if she had lived for ten thousand years. She had experienced many vicissitudes of life, but there was also a sense of heartache.

Even though I had already guessed that the Ten Halls Neither King's situation wasn't good, and could make Old Lady Meng, who was guarding the Yellow Springs Bridge, to let out such a desolate voice, how cruel was that matter?

Grandma Meng brought me out of the house and walked downstream along the Yellow Springs.

It was recorded in the book that eight hundred li of the Yellow Springs was absorbed by the River of Forgetfulness, making it invisible. This eight hundred li of the Yellow Springs was just an empty number.

But looking at the way Gu Zu was guarding the gallows, it seemed like the yellow springs that she was standing on were fixed, and this was yet another big loophole.

When something is flawed, something happens. It's the same as writing a program.

But like the program, there would never be an absolute security system.

The same goes for the Underworld. The Underworld has no master, and the Yin Division is closed forever. No matter how perfect the rules of the Underworld are, there are still loopholes.

Grandma Meng took me to the bank of Manju Shahua, quietly looked at the calm water of the Yellow Springs, back to the Bridge of Helplessness all the way down.

On the Bridge of Helplessness, the ghosts were still drinking Grandma Meng's Soup methodically. Grandma Meng was once again serving the soup. The Messengers were guarding their posts, leading the ghosts forward step by step.

Although Grandma Meng's movements were slow, she never stopped as she looked at the densely packed rows of ghosts.

I turned my head around and looked at the elderly man in front of me who was walking step by step down the River Styx. I suddenly understood a little why she could confidently tell me with helplessness that she was thinking for everyone in the world.

This was because she was someone who thought for everyone. In order to protect the Bridge of Helplessness, she had bent herself.

Grandma Meng didn't say anything else along the way. The deeper they went, the calmer the surface of the Yellow Springs became. It was as tranquil as a pool of stagnant water.

From the front, Manju Shahua looked like a leek, but at the back, it looked like a withered yellow lawn.

My feet started hurting slowly. There was no day or night in the Underworld. I didn't know how long I followed Grandma Meng, but my legs felt sore. Yet, she still continued to walk forward step by step.

The path under his feet changed from the first bush into withered grass, and finally into a piece of river sand, and after that, into a piece of dried sand.

The Yellow Springs beside him had gone from being full of ghosts to being peaceful, yet it was still the most dead water. When it turned into dry sand, the Yellow Springs was like a lump of ice.

Although it was called ice, it didn't feel right because there was water inside, and it was even crystal clear water. Strangely, even though the river sand was close to the Yellow Springs water, the sand was as dry as sand in the desert.

There was no wind, no moisture, as if we were really in a vacuum.

"Look below." Grandma Meng finally stopped. Pain flashed through her eyes.

I slowly walked over. The surface of the Yellow Springs was so clear that the bottom could be seen, but other than the water, I didn't see anything else. I slowly walked towards the center of the River Styx.

I wasn't worried at the moment. From the way Grandma Meng looked, she didn't seem to be the kind of person who would do anything she wanted.

What's more, I can't just walk into the Yellow Springs Sacrifice. Otherwise, when I was crossing the river by boat in the Viewing Platform, the Underworld would have used some tricks to capsize the boat and throw me into the water.

I walked all the way to the yellow spring, and as I stepped into the water, I suddenly realized what the problem was.

The water was ice-cold when it was stepped on. It was no different from the feeling of water.

But when I lifted my foot, the yellow spring water didn't touch my foot at all. Even my shoes weren't wet.

Even more outrageous was that the river near the shore didn't seem to like being stepped on. When I stepped on it, the river seemed to have life, shrinking in on itself.

I looked back at Grandma Meng. She was standing on the shore with her hands behind her back, staring at the Yellow Springs. Her murky eyes had a myriad of changes.

Since she said she wanted me to look down, I'll look down.

Without any hesitation, Huang Quan walked forward. At this moment, he seemed to have woken up, and all of them moved to the side, opening up a path.

Beneath the Yellow Springs, there was only fine river sand. It was very comfortable to step on, but the sand on the riverbed was as dry as the sand on the riverbed.

The water here was alive. The work here was not about flowing, but rather that the water here had its own thoughts and vitality. They had their own likes and dislikes.

No wonder it worked harder and harder. Even Manju Sha Hua couldn't survive, and the ghost didn't come down.

The yellow spring water was alive, and the ghost was in the water. It was like living in someone else's stomach.

I walked forward step by step. The Yellow Springs continued to slowly retreat. The water wall became higher and higher. Grandma Meng's face remained expressionless.

When I reached the middle of the river, I saw the crowd gathered together at the bottom. I felt a dull ache in my heart, and my eyes became moist.

At the bottom of the River Styx, a dozen people sat in a circle. They sat with their backs to each other and their eyes still open. There was a monk and a dog-like animal among them.

The water was still as clear as if it were transparent. These people also saw me, but they didn't move. They only greeted me with their eyes.

In the circle with their backs facing them was a ball of water that was slowly flowing. The ball of water was very easy to change, and everything around them was still. Only the ball of water was flowing.

The ball of water swirled around Ten Halls Neither King and the others, and just as they were about to rush out, they saw that a strand of Qi flowed out from Ten Halls Neither King's body and surrounded the ball of water.

But when the Qi was unable to hold the ball of water for long, after a while, the ball of water began to move again, and Ten Halls Neither King's Qi once again surged out.

Every time their breath gushed out, thin streams of water would flow through their bodies.

There was no pain in their faces, but I could clearly feel it because it hurt to listen.

Hearing was a mount of Kitigarbha Bodhisattva. It was extremely intelligent and had thousands of intelligence, but in the end, it was just a divine beast. In the words of the Grey Immortal, the carefree path they cultivated was to be themselves.

Every time a stream of water passed through the listening body, its tail would straighten, its mouth would bite, and all of its hair would stand erect in the water.

However, he still released a strand of Qi to wrap around the ball of water in the center of the room, and then the water once again pierced through his body.

Ten Halls Neither King and Ksitigarbha were able to endure that kind of pain without even furrowing their brows. They even showed a happy expression towards me.

But they could not bear the pain of listening. No matter how well they sat in meditation, it would not change their pain.

"How long has it been?" I originally thought that Ten Halls Neither King would at most be injured in order to suppress the Yellow Springs, and wouldn't come out.

But they didn't expect that they were already trapped under the Yellow Springs.