After a while, Sun Yiqiu breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and asked the ferryman.
"Boatman, what was that just now?"
"Who knows?"
The ferryman seemed to have little interest and continued to row the boat, but after the boat had been sailing for a while, Sun Yiqiu suddenly felt his chest burning, and then a force emerged from his body, giving him a forward momentum.
“Hey hey hey hey—”
Sun Yiqiu rushed to the side of the boat. Several ghosts nearby wanted to pull him up, but before they could reach him, Sun Yiqiu fell into the water with a splash.
Only then did the ferryman swung his long pole to try to block it, but it was too late.
"Boatman, save me, save me—"
Sun Yiqiu shouted loudly, and countless hands appeared in the water around him, all grabbing Sun Yiqiu who fell into the water. Laughter, crying, and screaming were noisy. Sun Yiqiu was dragged away from the ferry in an instant and was dragged into the deep water little by little.
"Save me..."
The ferryman on the ferry just sighed and didn't move anymore. All the ghosts on the boat huddled together and looked at the water in horror. Sun Yiqiu's entire struggle lasted only a few breaths. After being dragged into the water by countless ghost hands, he soon became motionless.
"Okay, everyone pay attention."
The ferry left.
On Sun Yiqiu's side, countless ghost hands grabbed him and dragged him into the unfathomable underworld, but there was a faint silver light on his body, like a thin film. Countless pale or hideous hands wanted to tear Sun Yiqiu apart, but they were unable to break through this film. Countless pairs of terrifying faces flashed before Sun Yiqiu's eyes, but they were unable to really catch him.
Sun Yiqiu was so frightened that he huddled in the water, not daring to move. He didn't need to breathe, and didn't dare to make any big movements. He just let the current carry him forward. In the water, he was like a ball that was constantly hit by the current and ghosts.
"Sun Yiqiu...Sun Yiqiu..."
That sound appeared again. It didn't sound very close but definitely not far away.
Sun Yiqiu was actually not stupid. Even at this moment of fear, he still retained a trace of calm. He realized that no matter who the owner of that voice just now was, he had obviously come back to find him again.
Sun Yiqiu hid underwater and kept moving forward. The sound became farther and farther away, but he could not escape the Yellow Spring Water, and even could not float to the surface, because there were ghosts trying to catch him all the time, and he simply could not escape from here.
Bone-chilling cold, boundless and endless, wronged souls, evil spirits, demons, monsters... ... and strong resentment and all kinds of negativity, as if because of Sun Yiqiu, a ghost who was obviously a little special, all the monsters under the netherworld were greedy and wanted to keep him and replace him... ...
Although he was protected by the amulet, he had no idea how long it would last. This situation made Sun Yiqiu's already uneasy heart even more filled with fear.
Who comes, who comes to save me
An unknown amount of time had passed. When Sun Yiqiu felt that his soul and body had become cold and stiff, a slightly anxious voice seemed to come from a very far away place.
"Young Master Sun, Young Master Sun..."
Sun Yiqiu's consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he shook his head reluctantly. What a familiar voice. Am I dreaming? It must be a dream. Everything will be fine when I wake up!
She Ji searched along the endless Yellow Springs. Compared with Mi Huang, she was less clear about Sun Yiqiu's exact location, but she just followed the feeling in her heart. The longer time passed, the more anxious she became, because Sun Yiqiu would become more and more dangerous, and also because her energy consumption was increasing.
She Ji did not call out loudly, but relied on the bond that she and Sun Yiqiu had cultivated in their dreams to seek response through telepathy, but it always gave her a feeling of futility.
At a wide intersection of multiple river basins in the Yellow Spring, Sheji was forced to fall down, and she could not directly cross the Yellow Spring to where she wanted to go.
The moment she landed, Sheji staggered slightly, breathing in the negative energy of the underworld. After calming down for a moment, she looked at the silent flowing Yellow Spring Water. Endless ghosts were struggling and shouting, shattering Sheji's means of response in the Yellow Spring Basin.
I feel a little anxious, a little sad, and a little confused.
After standing there for a moment, Sheji couldn't help but take a deep breath, raised her hands in front of her, and shouted towards the rolling Yellow Spring water.
"Sun Yiqiu—"
Under the Yellow Spring water in the distance, Sun Yiqiu suddenly woke up. 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 Yunshan Temple amulet on his body began to emit a faint light.
Sheji on one side of the shore immediately felt the response, and then saw a faint light on the surface of the Yellow Spring Water in the distance that was different from other places.
Over there!
She Ji leaped out immediately, and while in mid-air she had already thrown her shawl towards the surface of the water in Huangquan. The long ribbon shot straight into the water, went straight under the water to Sun Yiqiu, and wrapped around his waist.
Sun Yiqiu felt a faint warmth from the shawl, which was different from the Yellow Spring water, and the amulet on his body did not reject it.
Sheji grabbed the shawl on the shore, but when she pulled it back, she found that it didn't move at all, and even made a creaking sound like a twisting rope. Sheji used her magic power and exerted force suddenly.
"Come up—"
Countless ghosts and monsters shouted at each other, and the shawl pulled Sun Yiqiu, but Sun Yiqiu's body and the shawl were full of wronged souls, evil spirits, and deformed monsters from the underworld... ...
"Don't go..." "Take me with you..."
"Why can he leave?" "Stay!"
“Take me with you!” “Woo woo woo woo” “Hahahahahaha”
... ...
Ghosts were connected to ghosts, monsters were grabbing monsters, and they were densely packed together. Even She Ji, a demon cultivator who had practiced for hundreds of years, felt a little scared. But when she saw Sun Yiqiu, one end of his shawl was "wrapped" among the ghosts, she didn't care about anything.
'I will save you!'
"Sun Yiqiu!"
"ah-"
She Ji suddenly exerted her strength, and the demonic energy on her body gathered, forming a colorful airflow in the sky.
"Drink—"
Hiss, hiss...
There were bursts of tearing sounds and various scratching sounds from fingernails on the shawl. No matter how Sheji swung the shawl, she could not shake off the other ghosts. The ghosts were desperate and would hold on to the shawl tightly even if it meant they would be shattered into pieces.
Before Sun Yiqiu was dragged up, She Ji could no longer be dragged up, and the ghosts began to struggle to climb up.
The commotion here was already quite loud, and danger was all around and time was pressing. She Ji didn't care about anything else. She waved her hand and fixed one end of the shawl on a huge rock on the shore. Then she jumped onto the stretched shawl and used her hands and feet to knock down all the ghosts that approached her. When she got close to Sun Yiqiu, her fists and palms turned into afterimages.
For a moment, many ghosts were knocked away or even scattered by She Ji. Then she grabbed the pale Sun Yiqiu, turned back on the shawl, and landed on the shore.
"Ho, ho, ho..."
She Ji was panting, while Sun Yiqiu beside her was shivering, with white steam coming out of his body.
"Young Master Sun!"
"Girl, it's really you!"
Although Sun Yiqiu's mouth was trembling a little, he was still very excited when he looked at She Ji.
She Ji nodded, then suddenly shot out several rays of light in the direction of the shawl, and the shawl could no longer be taken back.
“Bang, bang, bang…”
"no, do not want-"
"Helper!" "Give me a hand..."
The nearby Yellow Spring water seemed to be boiling, and countless ghosts climbed up desperately. There were even big ghosts that were halfway up tearing apart the ghosts around them, using their bodies or even their own bodies to resist Sheji's attack.
She Ji shot out more than a dozen rays of spiritual light. She had to stop for a while as she was already a little weak, but the shawl was already full of ghosts.
"Girl, this..."
Sun Yiqiu, who had just calmed down, was about to speak when the amulet on his body suddenly emitted a faint light again.
"No, we can't take care of this place anymore, let's go!"
She Ji's face changed, she grabbed Sun Yiqiu and jumped up. At the moment of taking off, she slapped her chest and spat out a trickle of blood that flew towards the shawl. The blood didn't even touch the shawl itself, but turned into a raging fire when it touched the ghosts, burning them and making them scream miserably.
Then, a colorful light flashed behind Sheji, and a phantom turned into a palm, which hit the big black stone hard. With a "boom", it shattered several ghosts that came up.
"let's go!"
Besides, She Ji didn't dare to stay any longer and flew away with Sun Yiqiu.
On the shore of the Yellow Spring, countless ghosts and monsters looked at the burning shawl stretched into the water and let out miserable roars.
But a few ghosts had already landed before, but before they could escape, they were caught by the ghosts in the water. Countless ghosts grabbed one another, and the ghosts that came ashore struggled hard not to be dragged back, but there were endless ghosts in the water tearing and climbing on them.
Here, on the bank of the Yellow Spring, as if in a chain reaction, a ghost bridge has gradually emerged, with wicked souls, evil spirits, cold monsters, and evil spirits constantly moving in a dense and spooky manner. More and more ghosts are escaping along this "bridge"... ...
This commotion was so big, how could it not be discovered
In several magnificent palaces deep in the underworld, the figures sitting on the high seats roared angrily.
"How brave!"
"evil creature!"
"Asshole—"
And above the deep hall of the nearest reincarnation, a huge black-robed emperor also glanced slightly, and the tassels on the crown on his head trembled slightly. He raised his hand and slapped heavily on the armrest of the seat.
In an instant, there was thunder in the underworld, and it seemed as if the entire underworld was shaking slightly.
Deep in the underworld, in a small Buddhist temple, Buddha's light was shining brightly, and an old monk opened his eyes from meditation.
"How bitter, how good!"