Qin He couldn't help but look at it carefully.

The petals are slender, like women's willow eyebrows, long and curled, rolled in the middle, intersecting each other, and like ten fingers closing in to pray, with red smoke lingering on it.

Countless smoke gathered together and turned into a burning red carpet, winding the only bridge leading to the Yellow Spring River.

Qin He couldn't help but be dazzled. The flowers in the world are colorful and colorful, but the only flower in the underworld is a hundred times better than the flowers.

Like a beautiful picture scroll.

The Qin River strolls through the flowers, take a look here, there, and even pick a flower on the other side with your own hands.

However, the red shore flower only stayed in Qin He's hands for a few moments and withered, and quickly turned into a firework that disappeared without a trace.

This flower withered is so resolute.

It is worthy of being the flower of the underworld.

"Qinhe, His Highness Yan, personally guided him and had been waiting for a long time. Why didn't you cross the bridge quickly?" The white-robed judge urged.

"Here you come, why are you anxious?"

Qin He was disturbed by the interest and walked up to the Naihe Bridge step by step.

With Qin He's footsteps, his eyes were also rotating.

Originally, Wangchuan, who was seen from the hills, was just a stream, but when he arrived on the riverside, Wangchuan had become a river that reached the sky. Looking from the bridge, the river surface was wide and the water and sky were the same.

Only the fireworks of the other side of the shore are still red.

Similarly, the iron cable Naihe Bridge has also become an extremely majestic bridge to the sky.

Qinhe slowly walked up the bridge deck.

Under the huge overpass, countless ferocious water beasts also magnified in size. They had scarlet eyes, iron armored fangs, fangs as big as a ship, white bone corpses as big as a mountain, and slap as big as a palm, but in groups of densely packed python-mouthed iron armored beasts.

The yellow spring rolled, they appeared and floated in the water, roaring and jumping out of the water from time to time, trying to bite the Qin River.

But Qin He didn't feel scared at all, but instead was amazed at it.

I can't catch it. If I can catch it, I really want to catch it and try it on it.

Legend has it that the drowning of the Forget River is a type of punishment in the underworld. If the sinful soul is sentenced to drowning, they will turn into snakes and insects, drown in the water of the Forget River and will never be reborn.

Unless you can pull down the passing dead souls and replace them.

However, Naihe Bridge is so majestic, it is not easy to pull down the dead soul from the bridge.

Even those corpses of bones that look like a mountain are difficult to do.

The bridge is wide, and the yellow spring roars. As we walked, Qin River came to the center of the Huangquan River.

I saw an old-fashioned old woman with silver hair rising from the bridge deck and cooking a pot of soup. The soup was turbid, just like the water in the Forgetful River, rolling constantly, and strands of white water vapor emerged.

"The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, the heartbreaking grass is heartbreaking. If you do anything in front of the bridge, three lives are determined in front of the Three Lives Stone. A bowl of dying soup will separate the troubles of a lifetime and the cause and condition of a lifetime. The body of reincarnation will be light and you will be reborn in the Pure Land." The old woman saw Qin He and picked up a bowl of soup.

"You are, Meng Po?" Qin He asked.

"Yes." The old woman nodded slowly.

"Is this Mengpo soup?" Qin He glanced at the soup bowl.

"Yes." The old woman nodded again.

"Can I not drink it?" Qin He looked serious, and that expression was almost written on his face clearly: I'm afraid you will drug it.

"No." The old woman frowned, and a hint of impatience flashed in her eyes.

"Then add some coriander, I like the taste of coriander." Qin He said again.

"A worldly things, you are challenging the majesty of reincarnation." The old woman warned with a straight face.

"Just kidding, why are you doing so seriously ~"

Qin He rolled his eyes, then took the soup bowl from the old woman, carefully put it to her mouth and sniffed it, took a sip, smacked his lips, and asked again: "Is there really no coriander?"
Chapter completed!