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Chapter 1401 A Day Trip to Hell
happy event.

Great joy.

In the underworld, people with a little status like to raise spirit beasts.

Compare it when you have nothing to do.

Qingjiao is not considered the best among spirit beasts, and cannot bring great glory to Hei Wuchang.

But once it changes into Jackie Chan, it will be different.

Then he will have more face in the midst of his errands.

Heiwuchang showed joy on his face: "Then what should I do?"

"Give him a quiet environment to practice, just don't disturb him. When he needs you, he will naturally call you." Ye Fan said lightly.

"Okay, then I will build a treasure formation around him so that he can practice better."

Hei Wuchang waved his hand.

A black light flashed around the green dragon.

Immediately, the aura was multiplied several times.

really.

Qing Jiao's expression became more serene, enjoying it very much.

"Brother Zhuanfeng, you really did me a big favor."

"You're welcome."

"How to deal with them?" Hei Wuchang asked.

"Just follow what I said before, but you have to do it for me. After all, my body is not in the underworld."

In fact, Ye Fan also pretended a little.

Even if his body is here, it's useless.

Both Zhu Erfeng and Cai Wenlin are ghosts whose bodies have turned into real bodies, and their strength is much stronger than him in the baby-forming state.

"No problem! Someone, send the two of them to Naihe Bridge and push them into the River of Forgetfulness."

"Yin Shuai, please hold your hand high and spare our lives."

Zhu Erfeng no longer had the fairy-like appearance just now, and the appearance of kneeling down was very funny.

And Cai Wenlin was even more unbearable, he was so frightened that he couldn't even let out a fart, and let the boy drag him away.

For these two people, Hei Wuchang didn't care at all.

Like them, the underworld has tens of millions.

Not to mention one or two deaths, he won't even blink his eyes if he dies a hundred thousand.

But Ye Fan became interested.

"Ba Ye, I don't know where the Wangchuan River is? Can I go and see?"

I have heard the fairy tales of the Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River since I was a child.

If he had the chance to take a look, he really wanted to see it with his own eyes.

I don't know that it's different in TV dramas.

"Okay, I'll take you there!"

"it is good."

Hei Wuchang is going to take Ye Fan on a simple tour.

The two came directly to Guimenguan, which was a city gate, with a big sign hanging on it, on which was written the seven big gold characters of Guimenguan, the underworld of pylorus.

Good word.

Heiwuchang smiled faintly: "This word was written by Emperor Fengdu of Beiyin himself. It's okay for us to take a look at it, but ghosts will worship it like a god at a glance, and feel devout in their hearts."

"There is a road when you enter the gate of ghosts. This road is called Huangquan Road."

Ye Fan nodded silently and kept looking at the scenery on both sides.

He looked at the flowers on both sides of the road, competing for splendor and blooming like a brocade.

"Hehe, do you like these flowers?"

"They are Bianhua flowers, right? They are the same as the ones in your courtyard."

"I didn't expect Brother Zhuanfeng to be observant. That's right. This flower is exactly the flower of the other shore. There are only flowers and no leaves. The so-called flowers and leaves can't be seen when they are born. They miss each other forever. This flower can awaken the memory of ghosts and let them browse their own. previous life."

Hei Wuchang continued: "You have never seen the scene of ghosts entering the pass. It is quite a spectacle! Some people sigh, some cry, some sigh, and some regret it. There are all kinds of expressions."

"Life, there are always imperfections! When you recall it, you will naturally have all kinds of emotions."

The same is true for Ye Fan. When he saw the Bianhua, many scenes that he didn't want to recall also appeared in his heart.

This thing is really evil.

I don't know if it works for treating amnesia.

"Can it be raised in the human world?"

"No, only the aura and soil of the underworld can conceive."

"Ok."

The two continued to walk.

There is a bridge at the end of the road. Needless to say, Ye Fan knows that it is the Naihe Bridge.

There is an earthen platform on the bridge, named Wangxiang Terrace.

There is a stone by the Wangchuan River called the Sansheng Stone.

Ye Fan is quite familiar with these.

"Huh? Didn't you say that Po Meng is at the end of the Naihe Bridge? Why don't you see her?"

"Her!"

Hei Wuchang swept around.

There should be no ghosts, busy with other things.

Standing on the bridge, Ye Fan suddenly felt emotional.

Reminds me of a verse.

He stretched his neck and began to chant.

"A river of clear water is separated by two banks, and the flowers on the other bank are bright red."

"Hand-folded flower stems in Xianxian, never forgetting the fate of half a lifetime."

"Looking at the end of the water, the longing is painstaking but sweet."

"Tears drop slowly, but the other shore is not this shore"

……

A poem falls.

Ye Fan couldn't stop thinking about it.

After finally coming to such a place with artistic conception, how can we not leave some deeds?

Immediately, he cleared his throat and sang again. It was a very popular song on the Internet.

"I crossed the River of Forgetfulness, and I also walked across the other shore. Looking forward to her, I can still look back. The River of Forgetfulness is difficult to cross, blocking her way. If the Buddha does not cross, then I will cross..."

Hei Wuchang is full of three-character national curses at this moment.

Where is this going?

I will take you to visit.

Is this how you repay me?

The approach was so outrageous.

For thousands of years, it is estimated that Ye Fan was the first person to recite poems and sing on the Naihe Bridge.

"Brother Zhuanfeng, I can understand your feelings, but can we restrain ourselves a bit? I'm afraid you'll scare the ghosts out of your wits."

Ye Fan smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I won't sing anymore."

But right now.

Waves suddenly appeared in Wangchuan not far away.

I saw a woman in white, her face was so blurred that even Ye Fan's golden eyes couldn't see clearly.

"Little brother, your verses and songs just now are very interesting."

This is a voice of vicissitudes, and there are too many things mixed in it.

Ye Fan couldn't describe the feeling for a moment.

But he still politely thanked him.

In fact, it is mainly a guilty conscience. After all, I am really embarrassed to sing and sing in other people's territory.

"Hei Wuchang, take this little brother back, he will be sad if he has too much Wangchuan aura."

"Okay, see you later!"

"Ok!"

She agreed, and Wang Chuan flashed ripples again.

And a drop of green liquid suddenly fell from the sky.

"Little brother, I will give you this drop of Mengpo soup, maybe you will use it someday."

Is this Mengpo soup?
Ye Fan observed for a while, then suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Meng Po, you haven't told me how to store it yet! You can't let me keep dragging it around."

At this time, the Meng Po Soup was wrapped in spiritual energy and floated in Ye Fan's palm.

He didn't want to drink, and he didn't want to forget anything.

Did he keep dragging it on?

Hei Wuchang said: "Just find a jade bottle and put it in it."

"Ok."

After a day trip to hell.

Ye Fan returned to the human world.

He hastily went to take a bath to absorb the breath of hell.

At this moment, his phone rang.

Shen Lingfu: I heard that you offended Xiumeng?

(End of this chapter)