Sanzu River, the name of a river in the underworld, is also known as the Zangtou River, the Du River, the Sanze River, and the Santu River.
According to legend, the "Sanzu River" is the dividing line between the world of the living and the world of the dead. It is called "Sanzu" because the water flow is divided into three types: slow, normal, and fast, depending on the behavior of the deceased in his or her lifetime.
Legend has it that those who have committed heinous crimes will be tortured and reincarnated every 300 years. When passing through the Sanzu River, they will be intoxicated by the fragrance of the slowly blackening Lycoris radiata that has been entangled with them for 300 years, and will have a beautiful dream about "the other side" and "the shore". This dream carries with it the expectations of "the other side" and "the shore" buried deep in the heart, as well as a myriad of emotions such as desolation, anger, helplessness and despair, so this dream also determines that person's sinful life on earth.
The water of the Santu River has a mysterious and strange power.
"As expected, it was the mist produced by the water of the Santu River that sent their souls into hell and onto the Yellow Springs Road... Lao Liu!"
Xiao Yi called out Lao Liu and ran towards the cart that had just been pulled out.
At this time, the students on the cart had been lifted onto stretchers one by one and transferred to the medical tent set up in the distance without any delay.
Otokogawa immediately grabbed a man in a white coat and asked quickly, "Is anyone awake now?"
"Ah?! No, my vital signs are all normal, there's nothing serious!"
Old Liu quickly checked the body of a student, his face solemn, and said: "The soul has been lost, and it must be summoned. The soul is getting farther and farther away on the road to the underworld. After a long time, it can't be called back... The problem is that we ghost messengers are very good at sending souls to reincarnation, but we can only summon souls with more than ten people..."
Xiao Yi gritted his teeth. The road to the underworld is not peaceful. If the ghost baby encounters these living souls, he will definitely...
"Do you know his name?"
"There should be a student ID... Look, my name is Song Jian!"
"Sun Jian, you're back. It's time to wake up. Your mother is calling you to go home for dinner..." Xiao Yi slapped the boy in front of him three times on the face without hesitation.
"Ahem..."
After a violent cough, the boy opened his eyes, looking exhausted, and then looked around in confusion. A painful expression immediately appeared on his face. He turned his body sideways and vomited loudly on the ground. What he vomited was all black water, which was extremely smelly. There seemed to be shrimps jumping in the black water, but a closer look revealed that it was mucus, which was a manifestation of the extreme accumulation of Yin Qi.
After vomiting, the boy immediately rolled his eyes, felt dizzy, and became completely motionless.
The man in the white coat next to him didn't mind. He immediately wiped his hands with a disinfectant wipe and cleaned the boy's throat to prevent suffocation from blocking his trachea with vomit. Then he took out a flashlight from his big pocket and looked at the contraction reflex of the pupil.
Then listen to the heartbeat.
"What's going on? He was fine before he woke up! How come he is like this after he woke up?" Instantly, the man in the white coat came to his senses from the shock and shouted to the people around him: "Quick, transfer, oxygen, infusion..."
Two burly men in camouflage uniforms quickly walked out of the chaos, carrying a stretcher.
The front line looks chaotic, but everything is in order amidst the chaos.
The true strength of a country can only be seen from disasters. In the face of disasters, the social environment a country faces and its own actions directly reflect the country's harmonious state and the vitality of its national system.
It has only been an hour since the thick fog began, and rescue work has already begun.
This is strength.
The fifty-something man who had been fighting on the front line immediately found a student ID and shouted, "Han Zhaohui, you're back. It's time to wake up. Your mother is calling you home for dinner..."
“Pah pah pah…”
After three slaps, there was no reaction.
Ordinary people don’t understand much about mysticism, so they just imitate it exactly. Even though it may feel weird, at least they won’t make mistakes.
Xiao Yi frowned. He and Lao Liu came to summon the souls of more than ten thousand people. How long would it take
My voice is hoarse and I can’t do it even if I die of exhaustion!
Otoshi Ogawa looked at the black girl at his feet. Since he could communicate with ghosts, he should be able to summon souls as well!
The white cat blinked, shook its head, then stretched out its pure white palm and licked its clean white fur.
Master, this cat is white now, without a single black hair, so don’t be silly!
Although he didn't understand cat language, he could tell from the expression. Yi Xiaochuan looked around again, and seeing this group of sweaty but passionate strong men, his eyes lit up and he said, "Uncle, you can't do it. You are old and your blood is insufficient. See if you can get a strong man in the army to come and call the soul. Let's try it. It's best if he is a virgin with pure yang energy..."
"I'll do it..." said the square-faced man, wiping the sweat from his face.
“I’ll do it…” The man with a slim waist and hunched back stepped forward.
"I...can't do it anymore..."
Xiao Yi nodded, with a strong build and vigor like the sun in the sky, "Okay, you go first, call me three times in a row."
Sure enough, another one woke up.
All of a sudden, there was a cheer all around. Although the student was vomiting violently, everyone had a smile on their face.
"Okay, but I have to make it clear that you are not awakened, nor are you their blood relatives, so summoning souls will consume your blood and energy. It is best... not to have more than 3 people, otherwise it will hurt the foundation..."
"It's okay, I'll recover after a good sleep... What's this girl's name? Can you not slap her in the face? I can't do it..."
"Is this the right time to be so entangled? Lao Zhao, if you can't do it, I'll do it..."
"What? I can't... Liu..."
The man in the white coat immediately interrupted and said, "Wait, go to the medical shed to summon the soul. There is no medical care here..."
A few big men who had figured out what was going on carried the person and hurriedly ran to the medical tent. By the way, the man in the white coat also left.
Hey, actually... this soul-calling operation can be modified!
"Xiao Xing, call the provincial headquarters, explain the situation, and transfer people here... Comrades from Jiangcheng, thank you very much, you are Comrade Yi Xiaochuan, right?! Great, great, today I finally saw the real person, heroes emerge from youth..."
"Uncle, it's best not to evacuate those who haven't woken up. I'm not sure if it will be useful to call back souls away from here... If the fog doesn't dissipate, it's only a temporary solution and there may be more trouble. I'll go in and take a look first!"
"You are a scholar. It is also important for you to stay and observe the wounded..."
"It's inevitable. It's better to get in touch with it sooner rather than later. It's important for me to understand this fog. Lao Liu, let's go..."
Xiao Yi grabbed the white cat and walked into the fog.
The white cat struggled for a while, then gave up helplessly.
Meow…
Silly, stupid shit shoveler, do you want to die? It's so scary in there!