Looking at the vast and untraversible red riverside, the sad screams piercing the soul came from time to time in my ears. Everyone stopped and was amazed at the scene that was beyond the norm in front of them.

The old man stood by the river bank with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance with bright eyes, and whispered "Santuhe River!"

Old K caught up with the old man, "Dad Wen, do you know this?"

"Old K!" The scar man frowned slightly and scolded.

Old K immediately lowered his posture and changed his words, "Professor Wen!"

The old man smiled and waved his hand, "It's okay!" Instead, he was like a teacher teaching students, and explained kindly and patiently, "Santu River, also known as the Chaotou River, Santu River, and Santu River, are the legendary boundary lines of life and death. Because the water flow will be based on what the deceased did before his death, it is divided into three speeds: slow, flat and fast, so this is - Santu."

When Lao K heard this, he approached the river in curiosity. He breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the water flowed slowly. However, just as he turned around, the river seemed to be boosting the fire. The brave waves and bravely brought out a gust of wind and whistling. He was so scared that he ran back. The tall man who usually laughed at ridicule him was also frightened by the sudden scene in front of him. Is this river really so effective?!

Professor Wen was not concerned about the scene in front of him. He smiled kindly and patted Lao K on the shoulder and continued, "A person with great sins will suffer from torture in the underworld after his death. He will have to wait three hundred years to continue his reincarnation. However, when passing here, if he is not prepared, he will be confused by the strange fragrance of Manzhushahua growing by the river, and starts a dream about the other side. Finally, he wanders by the river until he falls into the river, and even his soul is corroded completely." Lao K couldn't help but tremble.

"What you said seems to be quite similar to the Wangchuan River!" Dai Min suddenly interrupted, and Haiting was stunned. What kind of temper is this girl? She has free time and doesn't want to get out of trouble. What's going to chat with the "enemy" if she has nothing to do? Could it be that she thought of something? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look forward to it.

Professor Wen is like a lecturer who talks endlessly on the podium. Finally, there are students who are ashamed to ask questions to support the role, showing a happy look, "Girl has also studied the Netherology?"

"I am simply interested, so I know a little bit of the fur." ​​Dai Min was as modest as a student who was tireless. "In ancient Chinese legends, it is recorded that after a person dies, the undead who is reborn again must cross the Wangchuan River, go up to the Naihe Bridge, find Meng Po at Wangxiangtai at the end of the bridge, ask for a bowl of Meng Po soup, and write it off in the past."

Death, the undead, the gods are so mad. Old K was so sad that he heard this. The old man was really good at this article. He opened his mouth and was unlucky to get involved. Another girl appeared here and he would have been together. If he had known, he would not have tied them up!

Professor Wen nodded with a smile, "You are right. Although this is our Chinese legend, the functions of Forget River and the three paths and rivers are the same - to divide life and death. The difference is that the three tulips are divided into fire tulips, knife tulips, and blood tulips. Correspondingly, fire tulips are the path of hell, knife tulips are the path of evil ghosts, and blood tulips are the path of animals. Hell tulips, or..."

"If you want to give a lecture, it's better to wait until the task is over! Professor!" The scar man interrupted Professor Wen coldly, and Han Zhen's bone-marrowed gaze glared at Dai Min fiercely, as if it was a warning. Professor Wen turned off the conversation in surprise, and Lao K rescued the situation and said, "Dad, let's listen to you carefully talk about it! Tell me first, how can we cross the river now!"

"Oh...Oh, hey, it's done! Then let me tell you how to cross the river safely!" Professor Wen pushed his glasses. "There are documents in Western countries that the Santu River located in the jurisdiction of Hades, Pluto, is managed by a ferryman named Karen. Any undead who wants to cross the river needs to pay Karen a coin and he will carry you across the river."

"Dad, you didn't lie to me, are you? Just this river, just for a long time, it was stormy and confusing, and finally it was done with just one dollar?" Old K said exaggeratedly while using his hands to gesture the wind and waves.

"You kid, you don't have much education, but why can't you understand? It's not a dollar! Coins, coins are fine!" Professor Wen tapped Lao K's forehead with his fingers. Dai Min saw all this in his eyes and in his heart. Professor Wen should not be the same as Lao K. Da Fei is usually a pseudonym. It is very likely that he is really a university professor. Moreover, this little old man does not seem to be a fellow traveler with the Scar Man, but he is not clear about their relationship at the moment. However, one thing can be confirmed. If they want to escape, Professor Wen will definitely be the biggest help.

"Don't hit, don't hit! You old man, you're so anxious!" Old K kept thinking, rumbling around and searching for coins.

The Scar men and men churned for a long time, plus the coins on Fan Tong and his group, and counted one dollar, they collected eleven coins in total. However, now the two groups are together, with a total of twelve people. So the question is, who should I leave behind?

Putting aside academic issues, Professor Wen is not allowed to participate. Judging from the Scar Man's attitude towards him, it is obvious that he is at best just a technical consultant in the team, but the right to make a decision is in the hands of Scar Man.

The Scar man paced back and forth in front of Fan Tong and others. If he was just kept, I believe everyone hoped that it was him, but would Scar man really be so kind?

"He!" The scar man suddenly stopped in front of Hai Ting, raised a finger, and Hai Ting had something stuffed in his mouth, trembling. The tall man whispered to Lao K and murmured in a low voice, "Oh, it's your good friend!" "Get out of here, ooxx~~!"

The scar man made a gesture, and the man with freckles on his face knew how to carry Haiting and walked towards the river. Haiting was twisted like an earthworm, constantly struggling and longing for a glimmer of life. Meng Xinyao begged desperately to the other party, tears burst out from his eyes. Afraid that the begging sounded, the begging made the scar man disgusted. He waved his hand and Dafei picked Meng Xinyao up and walked towards the river. The scar man's cold side, his eyes slanted at everyone, and asked contemptuously, "Who else?"

Zhan Peng blushed and turned his head and didn't dare to look at the two people who were dragged away. His heart was already full of anger, but he was controlled by others and was in vain and was ashamed of being a man. The others were also clay Buddhas who crossed the river and could not protect themselves, and they felt sorry for their brothers.

With two thuds, two whirlpools suddenly fainted from the river surface, and the two people who were thrown into the river had no news.

Professor Wen took the lead in slapping in a row by the river, his old hands were surrounded in circles and wrapped around the left, and he shouted, "Caren~~Caren..."

A small boat appeared on the far river surface, and the blurry figures swung their sloping oars, gradually approaching...
Chapter completed!