Chapter 264: Also said this is not hell

Yellow Spring?

Du Fang was stunned, and did not expect that the stone tablet in front of him would actually be written on the Huangquan.

Du Fang is not unfamiliar with Huangquan.

One of the three major dream demon organizations is called Huangquan.

In the ancient myth of Daxia, the long river that runs through hell is also called Huangquan.

Du Fang looked deeply at the black stone tablet and the blood-colored words on it.

This unsolved dream disaster is a bit strange. Is this Huangquan the Huangquan of the three major dream demon organizations?

Obviously not. Du Fang looked up and saw the endless long blood-colored river running through the entire world, reaching the depths of the gray fog, and there was no end at all.

Since it is not a Dream Demon Organization, it can only be the Yellow Spring that runs through hell in the ancient myth of Daxia?

However, Du Fang still has one doubt.

If it is a dream disaster related to the ancient myth of Daxia, why is it located in the Federation rather than Daxia?

This is a bit incredible.

The black stone tablet with the word "Huangquan" written on it exudes strange power, as if it can attract people's hearts. In a vague way, Du Fang seemed to see countless dead souls wailing in the black stone tablet, reaching out his hand and seeking help.

Du Fang took a step back and the feeling disappeared.

He walked up the underworld, his steps slowly, and the bloody sand was a little soft. When he stepped on it, bloody water seemed to emerge.

Walking along the side of the Yellow Spring, you can occasionally see that white corpses swell up inside the Yellow Spring, leaving only the skulls, and in the empty eyes, there was a reluctance to death.

I don’t know how many corpses are buried under this fountain.

I don't know how long I walked.

Du Fang heard the crisp ringtone.

Above the yellow spring, there was blood mist, and in the blood mist, a dim light was flashing, shining on the way ahead.

The swaying copper bell seems to wake up the soul of a person.

Du Fang looked at it and saw an ancient wooden boat. A figure wearing a straw hat and a straw raincoat, with blood dripping around the corner of the straw raincoat standing at the stern, supporting a slender bamboo pole, pushing the wooden boat hard and drifting above the yellow spring.

At the bow of the boat, there was a lantern hanging, and the dim light spread out from the lantern.

It seemed that Du Fang's gaze was sensed. The boatman at the stern controlled the worn-out wooden boat, and accompanied by the ancient and dull creaking sound, swaying towards Du Fang.

Soon, he came to Du Fang.

"Young Master, get on the boat, I will take you for a ride."

The old man said hoarsely.

Du Fang looked at the old man. His face was hidden under the hat, but his exposed skin was extremely withered and even a little charred.

Without fear or retreat, Du Fang stepped onto the wooden boat.

The originally dim wooden boat seemed to become lit in an instant.

The old man seemed to have a smile on his face, but he couldn't see clearly. He was in a very beautiful mood with a bamboo pole.

The lanterns hanging on the wooden boat seemed to turn into a fiery sun, dispelling the gray fog and illuminating the road ahead.

The speed of the wooden boat became faster.

“Is this hell?”

Sitting on the wooden boat, Du Fang asked.

"The young master thinks yes, that's it, the young master thinks it's not, that's not."

The old man said with a smile, and the dead leaves on the hat seemed to be flying.

Obviously, he was in a good mood, as if it was such a glorious thing to transport Du Fang to him.

Du Fang was speechless.

Listening to your words is better than listening to them.

Said it is the same as not saying it.

The water in the underworld ripples under the wooden boat, breaking open to both sides, and waves.

Du Fang sat at the bow of the boat and turned his head to look. He saw a crowd walking numbly on the shore. Their feet were wearing shackles, and they made crisp sounds in the collision.

They disheveled their hair, looked ugly, numb and unsightly, like walking zombies.

Du Fang looks familiar with this walking zombie.

The previous mobile dream disaster that surrounded Jiangling City seemed to be like this kind of walking zombie.

"They were filled with sin, and were exiled here, walking aimlessly, without a place of belonging."

The old man said, his voice was a bit cold, and his words were filled with disdain and sneering towards these exiled people.

Du Fang looked at these figures, and he saw that these people had no eyes.

In other words, their eyes were dug out like the sculptures on the bronze portal before.

As they walked, suddenly someone burned the black flames on their bodies, silently swallowing these people, causing them to eventually turn into ashes, silently.

The team did not stop moving forward because of the disappearance of a single person.

Du Fang followed the tail of the team and saw the front end all the way.

Suddenly, Du Fang was stunned.

Because he saw two figures at the front of the team,

That figure...

It's a cow's head and horse's face.

Burling, majestic, domineering...

They held the whip rope in their hands and kept whipping at the slow movements, dragging the team down.

It seems that I felt Du Fang's gaze.

Niu Tou Horse Face turned his head and looked at it, Du Fang was stunned because he found that Niu Tou Horse Face had no eyes either.

The empty eyes seem to be missing a soul.

They saluted Du Fang respectfully, although they could not see it, but all the awe were depicted on their faces.

The situation is a bit weird.

Du Fang withdrew his gaze and suddenly there was a pen in his hand. It was his sister-in-law's pen.

The stained blood seemed to drip down at any time.

When Du Fang took out this pen, the old man holding the boat suddenly shook violently, and his body and mind were trembling unstoppable.

"Mr....Young Master..."

The old man knelt on the boat.

Du Fang looked over in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"Are you afraid of this pen?"

Du Fang said.

The old man raised his head with difficulty. Under the hat, there were also empty eyes, without eyes, and lost his charm.

However, when the hat was covered, Du Fang felt that the old man seemed to have a living life.

There seemed to be tears flowing down the old man's empty eyes.

"I'm back, I'm back."

The old man murmured.

As he said that, he actually kowtowed to Du Fang.

As the old man bowed, Du Fan discovered that a bridge appeared above the underworld in front of him.

What a huge bridge that is, lying above the fountain, connecting darkness and nothingness.

The old man seemed to calm down and knelt on the ground, pious, respectful and respectful.

"Young Master, Naihe Bridge has arrived."

The old man said.

Du Fang looked at the old man in a hunch.

Naihe Bridge?

You still say this is not hell?

Around the underworld, one after another, one shabby boat after another appeared, and ferrymen were holding bamboo poles with force.
To be continued...