Chapter 1765 Lord of the Netherworld! (Four in one chapter! Please subscribe!!)

Hearing this, Pei Ling did not reply immediately. After the system trusteeship ended, he had already turned his body towards the light spot like his head.

This dark figure was standing right in front of him. Looking up from it, he seemed to be the boatman of this small boat.

It seems that I have been on the boat from the beginning...

"Senior Woe, how should you answer?" Pei Ling quickly asked through a message.

"Misfortune" stared closely at the figure that looked like a boatman and said in an uncertain voice: "I don't know."

"Wait a moment and see what happens."

Pei Ling nodded slightly and immediately said no more.

There was a sudden silence on the small boat, surrounded by turbid yellow water and rapids. Amidst the roaring sound, a cold atmosphere filled the air.

Above the river, the mist billows, sometimes thick and sometimes light, floating like yarn.

The boatman also remained silent, just keeping his face facing Pei Ling, as if he was still waiting for a response from the three men and one ghost.

The hull of the boat stirred gently on the water, swaying in circles and making ripples.

The river surface was rippled and flowing rapidly, but the boat always stayed in the same place without any intention of moving.

The two sides were in a stalemate for about a stick of incense. Everything was peaceful and no accidents occurred.

At this time, "Misfortune" suddenly sent a message and said: "The ship still hasn't moved."

"The responsibility of the person in front of me should be to drive this small boat."

"If you don't answer, nothing will happen to us, but we will always be trapped in hell."

"If you want to leave here now, you must give a direction."

"Continuing further, you will find the depths of the netherworld."

"Going forward means leaving the Netherworld."

Pei Ling looked calm. He entered the Netherworld this time to find senior "Kongmeng".

The current position of Senior "Kong Meng" is still far behind.

In such a situation, it is natural to go to the depths of the netherworld...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling looked at the boatman and said quickly: "Go to the depths of the netherworld."

The boatman immediately responded with a cold voice: "Okay."

After saying this, he bowed slightly and began to paddle the pale white oar.

Wow…

The turbid yellow river water was stirred up, pouring down from the oars, and splashing water droplets on the river surface.

Suddenly, the chill became even worse and the mist became misty.

The boat slowly moved towards the rear.

On the river, blurred shadows were reflected.

A boat is like a leaf, Pei Ling, Ji Shuang'er, "Mo Gui" and "Misfortune" all stand with their backs to the depths of the netherworld.

The reflected bow is empty, with nothing on it.

The coldness is like the tide, surging and surging.

The thick deathly aura roared in, darkening the surrounding scene.

The Yellow Spring is vast and flowing.

Cui Wei's huge mountain gradually droops down, like a continuous stalactite. The invisible pressure is like a huge sharp blade, as sharp as a knife, as if it wants to cut the entire river surface into several sections.

The biting evil spirit rushed towards me, and the boat was like a fish swimming through the sharp blades.

Wow... Wow...

As the ship moved forward, the shadows of the huge mountains gradually faded.

Soon, a forest on the water appeared ahead.

After getting closer, I realized that it was countless hair strands hanging down.

Its origin is unknown. It is as black as ink, as dense as seaweed, and is covered in strands throughout this section of the river.

In the hair, there are red and white figures, appearing in clusters.

A pair of eyes, flickering on and off, looked towards the boat.

The boatman continued to row the boat until it submerged straight into it.

It's like entering a tent.

The hair was very softly parted to both sides, making way for the boat.

The chill suddenly became stronger.

Gray-black frost and snow immediately appeared on the boat, and continued to climb along the deck. Soon, the entire boat was wrapped in layers of thick gray-black frost and snow.

From the awning, long and short icicles hang down.

The entire ship seemed to have a huge ice shell, and it sank a little further into the water, making it look particularly bulky.

Just when the three people and one ghost were on guard and ready to take action at any time, there was a slight light in front of them, but they had already passed through this dense forest-like hair.

Figures in red and white clothes stood in their hair, countless eyes opened, and they quietly watched the ship go away.

But it seemed like nothing was done.

Wow... Wow...

The surrounding areas were completely silent, except for the intermittent sound of water, which made one's heart palpitate.

After a moment, a huge skeleton emerged from the mist.

These skeletons are huge in size and were discovered from the bottom of an unknown depth.

It looks like mountains or islands dotted on the vast river.

The shape of the skeleton is weird, making it difficult to discern the ethnic group in life.

The dark mist lingers, becoming more and more white and scary.

The boat passed through it, and before they knew it, all the skeletons exposed out of the water were covered with pitch black crows.

These crows and birds are all like ink, but their eyes are deathly white, as if they were turned into bones.

They stood quietly on the bones that had existed for countless years, their densely packed eyes looking at the boat.

As the ships passed by, the bird heads moved uniformly.

Like those red and white figures just now, they didn't do anything.

But on the small boat, the gray-black frost shell seemed a little thicker.

The turbid yellow river water gradually overflowed onto the deck. If it weren't for the ice layer, it would almost soak the soles of the three people and one ghost.

Wow... Wow...

The boatman rowed the oar, left the bones, and continued heading into the distance.

Thousands of black crows and birds watched quietly, and after a long time, they were completely submerged in the mist.

The fog returned to normal, as if the scenes just now were all phantoms.

A huge shadow spreads out from the depths, like the mouth of a ferocious beast, trying to swallow the boat in one bite.

The boat moved forward rapidly like an arrow, rushing towards it...

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Netherworld.

The Yellow Spring is surging and the mist is filling the air.

Small boats with awnings emerged from the mist one after another, creating ripples and breaking the calmness of the river, like a gathering of fish.

The dark wind howled, bringing a faint fishy wind, like the smell of beings being slaughtered.

Wow…

The sound of the water was loud, and countless small boats were moving rapidly towards the rear. On each small boat, there were human figures sitting on them.

These human races are all wearing golden armor, and on the armor, real fire is burning.

They faced where they came from, with their backs to the netherworld. The meaning of perfection was almost as real as substance, and their ethereal and distant aura constantly dissipated the deathly energy and coldness rising around them.

On the bow of each small boat stood a golden-armored human race. They held their hands empty and bowed slightly, as if they were holding something and could use their strength at any time.

There are ripples swaying in circles on the surface of the turbid yellow river. In the broken and blurred reflection, the figures on the bow of the boat are all human-like. They are wearing wide-brimmed hats, and the brim of the hat casts a heavy shadow, covering their faces. They are also wearing raincoats to block their bodies.

His arms were hidden in his wide sleeves, and he was holding a forest-white oar. The oar was submerged in the river, as if it could be paddled away at any time.

Bang!

"Zun" felt the progress of the ship and glanced left and right from the corner of his eye.

On the ship he was on, there were a total of five figures, including him.

A human race wearing linen clothes stood alone on the bow of the ship, bowing and holding hands, motionless.

The remaining four people were crowded at the stern of the boat.
To be continued...