Ten Cypress Prison.

A gloomy atmosphere.

It's creepy.

"Why is this King of Hell so scary? I almost scared me!" On the way.

A few people went to school together

"Hello everyone! We can't attack each other. Once we obtain magical powers, we will leave quickly!" said one of them.

"Don't worry! Brother Zhao, since we are together, it's naturally the case!"

“Yes, yes!”

"Brother Zhao, you are rich in experience, why don't you come and lead the way. This place is really a bit cunning!" said another woman.

Her face turned pale.

Nothing else.

Although there is no threatening thing around, from time to time, there will always be bone-like hands stretching out to grab their ankles on the road under their feet.

Although there is no harm.

but.

It's scary!

While walking, suddenly my feet were caught; and suddenly someone patted your shoulders, and they were all gloomy white bone hands.

What kind of experience is that?

not to mention.

It's still dark here.

Even if they are in the realm of Dharma God, they can't stand such fright!

Moreover, their eyes could have ignored the night at night, but they could not be here.

That is.

What they see, and what ordinary people see.

Exactly the same.

Hurry!

Several people were walking.

Suddenly, the sound of water flowing was heard.

"There seems to be a river ahead!" said Brother Zhao.

"Well, I've finally heard some noise, otherwise I'll have to go crazy!" said the woman.

Quietly quiet.

"Brother Zhao, do we want to go and have a look?" another young guy suggested.

Brother Zhao nodded in the first half.

"Okay, if we continue like this, I don't know when it will be the end."

"It's good to go and have a look!"

then.

Several people walked slowly towards the direction of the river flowing.

Hurry!

Hurry!

Hulala!

As we get closer, the sound becomes louder and louder.

finally.

They saw a river.

Because of the night.

Can't see the river clearly.

"How do we go next? I don't know how to build a bridge in this river."

"That's right, I have to feedback after that, it's too difficult."

"The other spiritual realms are white at least, but it is gloomy here."

"I don't know what the King of Hell thinks."

Hurry!

Sudden.

"Look, there is light!"

The woman pointed at the river.

I saw that a touch of green light was the only light in this dark night.

"There is really light! It seems to be coming towards us!"

"Everyone is ready! What if it is a sneak attack on us!" Brother Zhao showed his rich experience at this time.

No matter where it is.

When encountering unexpected things, the first thing is to be prepared to welcome the enemy!

After a while.

Hurry!

Hurry!

The green light came to them.

"Dear friends, do you want to cross the river?" A dead wooden boat was hung with a green lantern hanging on the bow. At the bow, a man in a ragged black robe.

Wait until it's near.

Brother Zhao and others took advantage of the green light.

When I saw that Rao's hands had almost no flesh and only bones.

Strange!

Thriller!

"Old man, are you going to pick us up across the river?" the woman asked with a heartfelt request.

Because of the hunchbacked figure.

So she subconsciously thought.

This is an old man.

Moreover, the sound is still so old.

"Dear guests, do you want to cross the river?" The boatman seemed to be able to say only one sentence.

Say again.

Brother Zhao's eyes were filled with thoughts at this moment.

"The King of Hell set up a river here, and there is no bridge yet. I guess this boat is the only way for us to cross the river!" said Brother Zhao.

"Brother Zhao, what if we were flying across the river by ourselves?" said the young man.

yes!

They are all in the realm of Dharma appearance and divine things!

The void can be torn apart outside.

A mere river can still be rare?

Brother Zhao shook his head slowly.

"It shouldn't be that simple!"

"Is it? Old man?" Brother Zhao's eyes were bright, as if he had already seen the connection in his eyes.

the truth.

There is only one!

That is, this river will definitely not be able to fly over!

The boatman smiled hoarsely, like rusty iron rubbing for thousands of years.
To be continued...