Half past the bridge, a cold and miserable storm was like a ghost's hand, rolling onto our bodies, making people feel cold and irritated. The purple wind chime trembled unconsciously and leaned over between the teams and said, "Why does this feel a bit like the underworld!"

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. Even if I really get to the underworld, I will definitely take you out." He thrust his chest with his headlight, and he looked like a man, even if he was a little ghost. As soon as he said, the cold wind touched his neck like a tangible hand. He made a cold war and muttered in a low voice: "It's weird, do you have any opinions on my words? If you have any opinions, you can say them well. Don't scare people with this set."

On the rushing river, it seemed that a layer of black mist was covered with a hazy atmosphere. The hazy opposite bank was far away, seemingly there were and non-existent, intermittent, and strange sounds came one after another, like sobs, wails, shouts, begging for mercy, moans, and regrets...

"Big Bear, do you hear any sound?" I poked the Big Bear and asked in a low voice.

"What sound do you hear?" Big Bear stared at his eyes and turned to ask me.

Didn't he hear it? I was too sensitive? I thought to myself and replied, "No sound, just ask casually."

After most of the bridge passed, the other side gradually became clearer. At the end of the bridge, there were also a few cowhide wind lamps hanging high, and the same brazier burned, but there seemed to be a shed beside the brazier. There seemed to be someone inside. Looking down the shed, there was a dark stone wall not far ahead, like a ferocious beast squatting in the dark night, staring at us. There were two red doors in the middle, I wonder if they had opened it.

"There is someone, there is someone, this ghost place, I finally saw someone!" The headlight walking in front turned to point at the shed in front and said excitedly.

"It's easy to deal with someone. Damn it, I can finally ask about the way out!" Big Bear looked at the shed and said with a happy look.

Is it that simple? Why do I always feel that there is an indescribable sense of depression in the stone wall opposite? Is it because my level is higher than them that I can detect something strange? The sound echoing in my ears is becoming clearer and clearer, and it is obvious that it is coming from behind the stone wall. (When the player reaches level 40, his hearing and eyesight will be improved by a leap, and the player's senses will become sharper, but it is not displayed in the upgraded skills, so Xiao Yin can hear the sound behind the stone wall in advance)

"Tread" the sound of rapid footsteps sounded on the wooden bridge, and everyone ran to the bridge head, and the short figure in the shed became clear.

A few brown and yellow animal skins were pulled from the simple wooden shed, which could shield the wind and rain. On a long wooden table covered with dust, there were six or seven porcelain bowls in a messy bowl, each containing half a bowl of turbid yellow liquid. Behind the wooden table, an old woman in black costume and messy silver hair was sitting on a rattan chair and napping. The half-exposed rugged arms were full of blue veins. Looking down, the old woman's face was covered with deep wrinkles like a spider web, and looking at her name again, we were all shocked - npc Mengpo.

Big Bear looked at each other, then took a step forward, shook Meng Po gently, and said in a low voice: "Meng Po, wake up, wake up!"

"Ah, finally a player comes here to accompany me, the old woman!" Meng Po, who was awakened, suddenly opened her green bean-like eyes, glanced at us with evil eyes, and said in her unique sharp voice.

"Damn, we are not here to accompany you, we are looking for a way to leave here." When he heard Meng Po's words, he muttered on the side.

"Don't talk too much," Big Bear quickly pulled the clothes that were hanging on the lamp and said.

"Meng Po, we were just teleported here by accident. I would like to ask you where this place is and how can we leave here." Big Xiong Ke asked politely.

"Hehe, you have a way to go in heaven, and you have no way to go, and you have no way to break through hell. Has the gate to the Yellow Springs that leads here been opened by you?" Meng Po stood up tremblingly and said with a strange smile.

"This is hell!" After hearing this, a few of us looked a little ugly and exclaimed.

"Yes, this is the Naihe Bridge leading to the gate of hell." Meng Po walked to us and said.

"How can I get out?" asked anxiously.

"You want to go out?" Meng Po looked around us and asked knowingly.

"Yes, Meng Po, can you tell us?" Big Bear asked quickly.

"Of course, it's my responsibility to give you the way. Here, there are only two ways to go out." Meng Po also deliberately cheered up our appetite and stopped talking and saying it.

"Where are two roads, old lady, please tell me quickly." The purple wind chime couldn't help but ask.

"The first method is very simple. If you die here, you can immediately return to the city you came here, without any other requirements." Meng Po said, stretching out a finger covered with bones.

If we commit suicide, then it won’t work. Not to mention Big Bear and the others refuse. Even if they are willing, I will not agree. I finally reached this level. Once I die, we will suffer a great loss. I shook my head silently and waited for Meng Po’s second method.

"There is another method, which is a bit difficult. For you, it seems out of reach." Meng Po turned his head and looked at the stone wall inside and said.

"What is the method? We are not afraid of difficulty. Just tell us." Chaudeng asked quickly.

"That is to pass through the eighteen layers of hell in front, at the exit of the last layer of knife saw hell, and at the junction with the First Hall of Hell, there is a portal. From there, you can leave hell." Meng Po pointed to the stone wall in front and said.

"What, the eighteenth level hell!" After hearing Meng Po's words, he shouted in surprise, "Meng Po, what level of monsters are there!"

"Actually, it's nothing. They're all kids from all levels." Meng Po shook her hand and said, but then added, "One level is higher than the level of Yizeng."

After hearing Meng Po’s words, I secretly had a small plan in my heart. With my hypocrisy, I think it should be fine to escape from this sea of ​​suffering, but it is hard to say that one layer is higher than the other. How high is it? You have to give us a foundation.
Chapter completed!