tkworld Chapter 51 051
Chapter 51 051
When Mi Xiaoxiao opened his eyes again, Huaci had disappeared, and the velvety touch disappeared without a trace, the boy sighed, it really was a dream.
However, it was still a big dream. Dreaming of Huahua's return, Mi Xiaoxiao was in a particularly good mood all day long.
When he went home to take a shower, he dialed Fang Tuo, but the other party did not answer as usual, but quickly cut off the call. Mi Xiaoxiao planned to go to the underworld to ask Lan Fu.
Recently, Lan Fu was entrusted by him to follow Fang Tuo all the time, and seemed to have some clues.
Mi Xiaoxiao lay down on the bed, and started to use the soul separation technique as usual. After the soul left the body, it floated to the barrier between the underworld and the human world.
Just as Mi Xiaoxiao was about to step in, he was blown up by an inexplicable gust of wind. The wind was filled with yellow sand, and the smog and mist blurred his eyes. Just by rubbing his eyes, his whole body changed.
"Huh? Where did you come from, wandering soul, come up to me quickly, don't disturb this river of forgetfulness!" A slow reminder followed, and the tone was full of hoarseness and old age.
Mi Xiaoxiao lowered his arms and looked over with his rubbed red eyes open. The speaker was wearing red flowers, beard and white eyebrows, and the tail of his hair was tied up in a bun. He was older than Mi Yue by visual estimation.
There was a pot next to the old man, which was gurgling and steaming, and the air was full of sour and bitter taste, and it was also slightly fishy.
Mi Xiaoxiao stood in the water, the river was up to his knees, and kept rolling, like ocean waves, and what came up was a strange blood-yellow color, comparable to the sand of the underworld.
Forget the water?Mi Xiaoxiao seems to know this place, trying to recall, it seems that Lan Fu has taught him about science, there is a Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River, and the Naihe Bridge connects to the Huanhun Cliff, and the Huanhun Cliff is just the entrance to the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
So, this old lady standing on the Naihe Bridge is the legendary Meng Po?
Mi Xiaoxiao thumped and splashed, but he seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't make it to the shore.
Really convinced, a gust of wind actually blew him into the river, he waved to Granny Meng, "Grandma, can you help me up?"
"I can only make soup." Po Meng swung the spoon and gave him a self-seeking look.
"..." Mi Xiaoxiao's heart was broken, and he didn't know how to burn talismans to transmit sound, so who should he turn to for help now?The Administration is far away from here. Can anyone hear me when I shout?
While stirring the soup in the pot, Granny Meng continued to remind slowly, "Little Wandering Soul, old lady, I am kind enough to tell you that after another cup of tea, the lonely soul in the river will wake up."
Mi Xiaoxiao's heart tightened when he heard that, indeed, there are many ghosts and evil spirits buried under the Wangchuan River, one should be more careful when walking on the bridge, once one is pulled down, one's soul will be lost.
This is also an important note that Lan Fu has drawn for him, don't just stroll by the Wangchuan River.
Mi Xiaoxiao became impatient, his forehead was covered with sweat, like an ant on a hot pot, he looked at Po Meng helplessly and pitifully, and begged: "Old woman, do you know how to get me ashore?" ?”
"I can only make soup." Granny Meng replied flatly.
"..." Mi Xiaoxiao fluttered again and again, unexpectedly, the weightless soul actually fell slowly, like stepping on a swamp, the more it moved, the more it sank.
He didn't care about other things, and knew that he couldn't count on Po Meng, so he started yelling for help.
Hearing his shout, Granny Meng rolled her eyes half a circle, and looked towards him, as if she wanted to say something, but Mi Xiaoxiao didn't notice her, and shouted several times in succession.
The river water acted as a good medium for the sound transmission, the sound seemed to be trapped, Mi Xiaoxiao was tired from shouting, so she stopped to catch her breath.
Granny Meng rolled her eyes half a circle again, coughed lightly and gave a warm reminder, "Little Wandering Soul, you didn't shout originally, those lonely souls would wake up after a cup of tea, congratulations, now there is only half a cup of tea left gone."
This is roughly equivalent to Mi Xiaoxiao providing them with wake-up service: the meal is ready, let's get up and eat.
"..." Mi Xiaoxiao didn't know what to say.
He raised his feet and tried to move to the shore, trying to make a death-struggle, but his heels seemed to be sucked, and he couldn't move even a millimeter.
This really pissed him off.
Mi Xiaoxiao was a little bit aggrieved and ashamed. If he was eaten by a lonely ghost later, he would probably make headlines in the underworld, right?
#小厨子上首第三天风向忘川河每年22年#, Mi Xiaoxiao shivered.
This way of dying is so stupid, I can't bear to look straight at it, Mi Xiaoxiao was just standing there blindly, the smell of the turned up yellow mud suddenly became stronger.
Immediately afterwards, a gust of strong wind rolled up from the bottom of the river and rushed straight to the surface of the water, making a frightening sound like a crane. Po Meng hurriedly covered the pot and looked into the river with a spoon.
Mi Xiaoxiao knew that those lonely ghosts were about to wake up.
The wind that rushed out of the water rolled into a column of water, covered with yellow sand and rain of blood. Usually, it would not have such a big impact.
But today is different, they feel the taste of living soul, this kind of soul is of high quality, exuding a faint sweet fragrance, it is rare to see it in a hundred years, the lonely ghosts are very excited, they all want to take Mi Xiaoxiao as their own have.
Mi Xiaoxiao let out an "ah", half of her body froze in fright.
The strong wind swirled a few times before falling back to the surface of the water. The Wangchuan River is bounded, no matter how powerful the ghosts are, they can't reach too far.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's a pity that this little wandering soul is pretty good-looking." Meng Po expressed regret, but her face was calm, she still stood there calmly, watching Mi Xiaoxiao.
Mi Xiaoxiao always felt that Granny Meng just saw him as a joke, and didn't take it seriously at all.
The lone ghost that fell back to the surface of the water was laughing and laughing, making shrill and piercing voices, men, women, old and young mixed together, screaming madly, "It's delicious", "It smells good" and "It's mine". if.
The yellow mud was rolling with blood red, and it kept attacking, wave after wave rushing towards Mi Xiaoxiao's body, sometimes it was as cold as needles to the bone, and sometimes it was scorching like a flame.
Mi Xiaoxiao's teeth were trembling, and she felt that her bones were going to be brittle. This kind of suffering was like dying, as unbearable as maggots attached to the bones.
Suddenly, a white-faced and long-haired face appeared in a group of entangled evil spirits. It had no facial features, but was white and piercing. It sounded like a female ghost.
The female ghost's hair was splashed with water, which splashed on Mi Xiaoxiao's arm, and her skinny arm was instantly burned red. The female ghost giggled, "He is such a handsome little brother, his soul must be delicious hehe laugh--"
After a while, another male ghost protruded from it. The male ghost's facial features were distorted, and one eyeball was only connected by a layer of flesh. Bite his soul!"
As he said that, another handful of river water splashed over, and the river water swept over Mi Xiaoxiao's calf, and that place immediately turned red, but it was frozen red.
Enduring the severe pain, Mi Xiaoxiao wanted to escape in embarrassment. Seeing this, all the ghosts laughed and started to play with him.
Water droplets kept bouncing over and fell on the whole body, feeling constant pain, Mi Xiaoxiao was shocked to protect his head.
The lonely ghosts had a posture that they only started to enjoy the show when they had had enough of playing. They squeezed back and forth, and kept hitting him with water and sand.
Suddenly, Mi Xiaoxiao was hit by a sharp-edged stone in the sand, bleeding from his wrist, his arm trembled, and his blocked face was exposed.
Before that, he was still a little lucky, he is now in the form of a soul, without entity, and should be able to escape the attacks of these real objects.
When he was really beaten, he realized that he was too naive. When he entered the underworld, everyone was like a ghost. When he was beaten or whipped, he would bleed in pain.
Seeing that he couldn't protect that handsome face, the lonely ghosts became even more excited. A curtain of water slapped, and thousands of arrows shot like sharp knives, heading straight for Mi Xiaoxiao's face.
Mi Xiaoxiao stared helplessly at the blood-colored water curtain, getting closer and closer, terrified in her heart, and subconsciously shouted in fear: "Holy Lord, save me!"
Suddenly, the wanton laughter of the lonely ghosts was suddenly interrupted, and their voices all stopped as if they were strangled by their throats.
In the blood-yellow Wangchuan River, a huge seven-petaled lotus suddenly bloomed. The lotus was shining with ice-blue flames, and its body was shining with silver light. It gently supported Mi Xiaoxiao and protected him.
Lian petal shook off the foul smell in disgust, pushed back the filth gradually, and hit the lonely ghosts hard.
The wailing broke out, and the painful cry made Huaci become impatient. He pulled Mi Xiaoxiao into his arms, and glanced at the lonely ghosts indifferently.
Lianxiang wrapped Mi Xiaoxiao, the pain of being pinched by ice and fire disappeared, Mi Xiaoxiao's eyes turned red immediately, obediently reached out, hugged Hua Ci's waist, and froze the whole person.
"Don't be afraid." Huaci patted his head, her cool palm attached to the top of the boy's hair, and gently stroked it a few times.
Those lonely ghosts naturally recognized Hua Ci, and they huddled together in horror, screaming, as if they were going to be torn apart by this person in the next moment.
Seeing that Mi Xiaoxiao had calmed down a bit, Huaci lowered her head and asked in his ear, "Which one hurt you just now?" The tone was very light, as if a feather swept across the tip of his heart.
Mi Xiaoxiao raised his eyes in a daze, then closed them immediately, and shook his head violently, his thoughts were a little confused, and he couldn't tell who was mixed together.
Mi Xiaoxiao instinctively relied on Huaci, closed his eyes and leaned against the man. He was indeed afraid, but more, he was still shocked.
Shocked that he just shouted Hua Ci when his life was hanging by a thread, but before that, in his full desire to survive, what he missed the most was not wanting to die, because his soul was scattered, and he might never see Hua Ci again up.
Mi Xiaoxiao misses Mi Yue, but Mi Yue is living a very good life in Yan Luo Palace.
Mi Xiaoxiao misses the little lamb, but knowing that the other party may be a fairy beast, she will live a happy life.
Mi Xiaoxiao missed Fangtuo, and he entrusted Fangtuo to Lan Fu, so Fangtuo was taken care of.
He can let go of all these things, but he can't let go of Huaci very much. Even though he has only known each other for a few days, Mi Xiaoxiao always feels that he has known Huaci for a long time.
Huaci narrowed his eyes lightly, "If you can't tell the difference, then don't live."
Hua Ci embraced Mi Xiaoxiao with one hand, and sacrificed the lotus petals with the other. The lotus petals flew out like a silk net, and instantly grabbed a group of lonely ghosts. Clusters of intense blue flames bloomed, dazzling, and instantly, the lonely ghosts There was no sound.
The lotus petals supported the two of them on the Naihe Bridge, and Po Meng, who was watching the excitement, was dumbfounded. She quickly threw the spoon and saluted respectfully, "Hi Sheng Jun is well."
"Do you know that he belongs to me?" Hua Ci let go of Mi Xiaoxiao, looked at Granny Meng coldly, raised her chin, and arrogance lingered in her brows, "Do you think that something happened to him, and Ben Are you still okay?"