Chapter 244 Saving the Drowning Man

The bottom of the River Styx was dark and dull, as if immersed in pitch-black ink.

As soon as Yan Slave entered, his soul was eroded and then quickly sank to the bottom.

But before he hit the ground, he was already immune to the erosion, and his injuries recovered instantly.

"Taste the taste..."

"It's a bit similar to Weak Shui."

Yan Nu took a sip of water and found that this thing was somewhat similar to the 'Beiming Weak Water' that he had adapted to.

It's just that the latter is a product of the East and has only the effect of refining elixirs or dissolving souls, and the water of the Styx, on this basis, incorporates the power of the Roman pantheon.

Some kind of unspeakable, absolutely sunken divinity prevented him from swimming.

He interacts with the Styx water with any force, and the feedback force makes him sink continuously. The harder he struggles, the faster he sinks!

If you go up, you will sink, if you go forward, you will sink!

He waved his arms and the water flow moved normally, but all reaction force directions were in the direction of gravity.

"Interesting divinity, completely unable to struggle, can only continue to sink..."

"Buzz!"

Yan Nu quickly reached the bottom and estimated that it was only a hundred feet deep.

It was pitch dark all around and he couldn't see anything, but he could sense a lot of things nearby.

As a result, Yan Nu's body shone with electric light and instantly became a luminous soul full of lightning patterns.

This is the magical thunder and lightning harvested from the battle in the Nameless Valley. It has long been integrated into the soul, and it is like a tree diagram of lightning meridians, all over the body.

Now blooming, the blue-white brilliance immediately illuminates the surrounding area.

It doesn’t matter if the power is exhausted, it will be recharged just by drinking water...

"A lot of bubbles, there are dead souls..."

Under the electric light, Yan Nu could see that the river bed under his feet was the same filthy dirt as the shore.

Not far away, there was a dead soul with a face twisted in pain, lying on the river bed, with a flat body, still struggling desperately.

There are bubbles all around... big and small, which are also pressed to the bottom of the river by gravity.

There is air in the underworld, which is a special kind of filthy earth breath, and the physical dead souls composed of filthy earth can inhale and exhale.

Obviously, a special thing like dirt allows the soul to have various senses like the body.

Although they will gain infinite regeneration and are considered undead in the underworld, they will also have vulnerabilities similar to those of living people, such as suffocation, pain, hunger and thirst, etc.

"I can't move... He is only two feet away from me, but I can't reach him."

"Don't talk about him, I'm trapped here myself."

Yan Nu paddled desperately, but the gravity he suffered became more and more intense. Looking at the soul of the drowned man, his facial features were ferocious, his hands were like chicken claws, and he was in a posture of extreme pain.

Drowning people are full of suffering before they die. Suffocation makes their faces distorted and they struggle wildly.

If you are going to die, your body will gradually lose strength and your mind will lose consciousness, and you will regain your composure.

But in the underworld, they will not die, and the pain of drowning is extended indefinitely.

The dead soul in front of me did not fall from the boat before, but was just at the bottom of the river on the shore. It should have been squeezed from the shore a long time ago, or pushed down maliciously.

God knows, he has been drowning here for how many years... The infinite pain makes him struggle, and the strength of the struggle will be fed back into sinking, so he is lying down, maybe at the same time he is still bearing... the huge amount of water accumulated over the years.

pressure.

The dirt on the river bed is also extremely hard and has a smooth surface, which can be called a tabletop.

Obviously, these soils are also affected by the divine influence of "absolute sinking", and there cannot be any bulges.

It is impossible for anything that sinks to squeeze into the soil, because if something wants to squeeze in, the surrounding soil will exert an upward force on the Styx water, but the feedback will be downward, so no matter how large the squeezing force is,

, it just keeps the soil compacted.

Getting closer and closer, like bedrock.

Yan Nu used his feet to scrape the river bed twice. Not to mention the dirt, not even a grain of dust could be removed.

"Thanatos, how should I move in the River Styx?" Yan Nu asked the God of Death in the artistic conception space in his mind.

Yes, he did not enter the underworld alone. There were gods such as Mars in the artistic conception space, plus the Eastern cultivator who led the slave rebellion, Chi Qing.

"River Styx? That is the river of divinity. You must not fall into it..."

"I'm at the bottom of the river."

"...or else...what? Are you at the bottom of the river?"

Thanatos, Mars and other gods who understood the Styx exclaimed in the artistic conception space.

As long as Yan Nu didn't let them out, they wouldn't be able to sense the outside world. Unexpectedly, when they suddenly asked about it, they had already sunk to the bottom of the river.

"You...why didn't you ask me earlier? Did Charon push you off? He also has divinity on the ship. Even the God King can be pushed off by him!" Thanatos said.

Yan Nu smiled naively and said, "No, I jumped down myself."

"..." Several gods were speechless.

After a long while, Thanatos said: "You are too ambitious. You didn't ask me until you reached the bottom of the river."

"Before I jump, I ask you, is there anything you can do?"

"My solution is to tell you not to jump..."

"That's not the same. I have to come down to save people." Yan Nu laughed playfully.

Thanatos and others said helplessly: "There is really no other way. You should be able to feel how desperate it is to sink in the River Styx. Well... we all feel your suffocation."

"Oh? Can you feel my suffocation?" Yan Nu asked curiously.

Chi Qing worriedly said in the space: "Senior, your mental communication with us is a shared communication. Your most important feelings at the moment will also be received by us."

Yan Nu said heartlessly: "So that's it, what about this one?"

He turned off his resistance and tore his soul apart.

"Ahhhhh! What the hell are you..." The god of wine writhes in pain and curses on the spot.

Even the God of Death couldn't bear it, and Thanatos screamed: "It hurts! It hurts too much!"

Chi Qing also said in extreme pain: "Senior, you are crazy! Why do you want to tear your soul apart?"

Yan Nu said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I gave it a try, but I didn't expect you guys to be able to bear the pain."

"This little pain? The pain of the soul can be hundreds of millions of times that of the body!" Mars trembled.

Yan Nu laughed and said, "That's it, it's okay, I'm used to it."

"Ah? Get used to...get used to it?"

Everyone couldn't understand: "Can you get used to this? Won't it hurt you?"

"It hurts, but so what? Just do whatever you have to do." Yan Nu laughed playfully, enduring the endless suffocation, still heartless.

No matter how he adapts, he will never lack the senses he should have. All along, he has been enduring intense pain in all kinds of fierce battles.

It's just that he takes it lightly, and it won't affect his actions or his thinking anyway.

When ordinary people are in pain, they can't help but struggle and twist, which will lead to trembling, fear and a lot of negative effects. However, the pain of the Yan slave is pain, and the struggle is a struggle. They are two different things.

It is not forced to be linked to any chain reaction, so he has unlimited endurance.

If you want to, cut him with a knife and he will scream in pain. If you don't want to, even if you tear his soul apart, his eyes won't even tremble.

I saw that Yan Nu quickly recovered his soul, and then said: "The rules of the dirty earth here can shape the soul body infinitely. Do you want to come out? Help me see what to do now?"

Dionysus shouted: "I don't want it!"

Just kidding, there is the River Styx outside, and the souls who sink there would rather die. What are you doing out there? To be tortured?

"Hey, coward." Mars was the bravest and said in a deep voice, "Let me go out and have a look!"

"I...I'll go out and take a look too." Chi Qing whispered.

"Do you also know about Styx?" Yan Nu asked.

Chi Qing said with emotion: "I just want to go home... I was born in Shenzhou and I am a Heluo person, so I have to die by the Yellow River."

Yan Nu scratched his head and told him that he also wanted to return to Shenzhou.

The people of Li are still in troubled times, and he cannot stop, let alone be trapped in this underworld.

"Don't worry, I will never be trapped here. Even if there is no other way, I will drink up the Styx water and get out!"

Well, he released Mars and Chi Qing, and soon they formed the bodies of the undead from the dirty earth.

The two looked around, and with the help of electric light, they also saw the poor soul.

Chi Qing's spiritual consciousness was released, but it was suppressed at the bottom of the river bed.
To be continued...