Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1677
Chapter 1677: Chapter 1657: Underworld, River of Lost Souls, Datura Flowers Bloom on Both Banks_1 Chapter 1677: Chapter 1657: Underworld, River of Lost Souls, Datura Flowers Bloom on Both Banks_1 “”Huh?”
The two ghost envoys' eyes flickered, not daring to make eye contact with the person and bird.
“Where is he?”
Lin Qingluo was extremely worried.
“Not telling the truth.”
Little Kingfisher puffed up his cheeks to intimidate the two ghosts: “I'll burn you to ashes with a single fire.”
“He has gone to the Ghost Realm.”
The two ghost envoys shivered in fright, valuing their lives and not daring to conceal: “By now, he has probably crossed the River of Lost Souls and gone to the City of Living in Vain.”
“Take us to the Ghost Realm.”
Lin Qingluo's pretty face darkened, killing intent revealed.
“Imm-imm-immortal, you can't go there!”
The two ghosts instantly made bitter faces, stammering in fright.
Little Kingfisher threatened: “Dare to disobey, and I'll burn you to ashes now.”
“Such a fierce person and bird.”
“How miserable for us brothers.”
“Working every day, running till our legs break, and still encountering such things.
“What should we do?”
The two ghosts lamented with sad faces, whispering together in a huddle.
Lin Qingluo, worried about Third Brother, had no patience to listen to their nonsense, waved her hand to release a series of flames, forming a huge circle, trapping the two ghosts inside.
The flame circle gradually closed towards the center, temperature suddenly increasing.
The two ghosts were terrified, begging for mercy: “Immortal, spare our lives, we'll take you there.”
“Go.”
Lin Qingluo withdrew the flames, exchanging glances with Little Kingfisher. They understood each other's intentions and simultaneously grabbed the Soul Hook Lock.
The two ghost envoys dared not object anymore, dragged the Soul Hook Lock, brought the person and bird, as well as the terrified and nearly unconscious soul of Li Hao, and returned to the Ghost Realm through the void.
*
The border between the Ghost Realm and the Human Realm is also known as the Underworld in the mortal world.
A hidden underground Dark River, winding and deep, leads directly to the Ghost Realm.
Lin Jinzhou stood blankly by the river, unable to understand what had happened, no matter how much he thought.
Why had his soul left his body, his spirit hooked away by ghost envoys, and brought to the Underworld?
On both banks of the River of Lost Souls, datura flowers were in full bloom, enchanting blossoms swaying in the wind.
Before people die, do they really walk the path of the Underworld?
Drink Meng Po Soup, and forget their past lives?
He looked at the enchanting flowers and once again fell into confusion.
He didn't know how long it had been before a boatman with a straw hat, rowing a black awning boat, came upstream.
“Boatman, are you here to take me?”
Lin Jinzhou saw the boat and his emotions were complicated, not knowing how to feel.
“Once you get on the boat, don't look back.”
The boatman didn't answer his question and rowed the boat towards the shore.
“Hey.”
Lin Jinzhou sighed softly, followed the instruction to jump onto the boat, and casually found a place to sit at the bow.
The boatman changed direction, and the boat went downstream, much faster than when it arrived.
Datura flowers on both banks of the River of Lost Souls constantly flashed before his eyes, almost unable to see the flower clusters.
Only the enchanting, blood-red color brought people a suffocating feeling.
Is this the Underworld road?!
Sitting on the boat, hurrying to reincarnate, it really didn't feel good?
Lin Jinzhou laughed at himself, closed his eyes, and didn't look at the two banks anymore.
*
“After getting off the boat, follow the procession to the City of Living in Vain.”
Before long, the boatman's hoarse voice brought him back to reality.
He was startled to find that the boat had reached the shore and quickly opened his eyes.
In his view, there was an endless stream of people who slowly moved along the riverbank.
The people in the procession, with different appearances and dull eyes, were just like him – people who had recently died and were brought by the boats from various places as souls.
He bitterly pulled the corners of his mouth, joined the procession, and followed the crowd forward.
Before entering the City of Living in Vain, they needed to cross a semicircular Stone Arch Bridge, where a Ghost Rakshasa stood on the bridge, checking identities with the Book of Life and Death.
Chapter end
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