Bai Yanzhen held her and continued walking along the Wuchuan river.

All around are Manshu shahua, red as blood, with slender and fragile petals swaying in the wind.

Manshu shahua is the only scenery on the yellow spring road. The breeze blows and brings the charming fragrance of flowers. After smelling it, people's mind is full of thoughts. They just want to indulge and sink.

These Manshu shahua, which grow along the river forgetting Chuan, are also known as the flowers of the dead. It is said that this flower has the ability to evoke the memory of the dead.

The pet holds a red Manshu shahua and looks around with purple eyes.

A bridge appeared in the distance. A white lantern was hung on the black wooden column, and two big black words were a little gloomy.

The Naihe bridge is here.

There was a big pot beside the bridge, and there was a long line on the road here. All kinds of spirits came forward in turn to beg for a bowl of Mengpo soup.

Pet Yu looked at Meng Po passing bowls of soup to those souls, and her eyes sank slightly.

[host, hey, hey... Are you thinking that Mengpo soup can also take some away?] pink Jiujiu proposed.

The pet returned to his mind and said in his heart, "aren't you afraid of Meng Po's violent beating?"

Don't underestimate Meng Po. Meng Po, who can fill Soup for the soul by the Naihe bridge, has powerful mana, even in this era.

[what are you afraid of!] fan Jiujiu banged and said [did you forget someone to support you? The one holding you is the Lord of the ghost world. If he gives an order, Meng Po has to bring Meng Po soup.]

Pet Yu: "......" the fox pretends to be a tiger, but he learns very well.

Bai Yanzhen passed by Naihe bridge. Grandma Meng, who was stirring the hot soup, stopped and bowed to salute.

"See ghost emperor."

Those souls in line were already trembling with fear, all knelt down, and the ghost soldiers with knives bowed.

Bai Yanzhen's eyes were cold, holding the little white fox in her arms without saying a word.

When he left, the ghosts got up trembling.

"Is that the legendary New ghost master?"

"I didn't dare to look at him just now. It's terrible. I always feel that I will be eaten by him..."

"Counsellor, I just looked at him secretly. He's really more beautiful than the immortal in the heaven. He doesn't look like the evil ghost master at all..."

"Bah, you can see the ghost master's face with a mask?"

The bodyguard guarding the ghosts gave a cold drink: "stop arguing and hurry to get Meng Po soup."

Yu Guang from the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a figure standing on the Naihe bridge. He suddenly felt a little familiar. He was about to jump out of Bai Yanzhen's arms and was pressed back by him.

"Where are you going?" Bai Yanzhen's voice was low and dumb, with some threat.

"Didn't go anywhere." pet replied.

Bai Yanzhen's dark pupil was scarlet as blood, held her tightly, bowed his head and kissed her on the head.

"Youyou, let's go to a place first and take you around the ghost world later. You can go wherever you want."

The pet asked, "where are you taking me?"

Bai Yanzhen held her and stood by the dark river. Under the river, there was a green light, like a bottomless abyss hiding countless sad ghosts.

Not long.

One on the river swayed his oar to the shore and said, "ghost emperor."

Bai Yanzhen took Bai Hu aboard and ordered, "go to Yongye island."

"Yes, ghost emperor." the boatman shook his oar and drove slowly into the thick fog, and soon disappeared from the dark river.

The pet was slightly stunned. The Manshu shahua caught in his hand fell from the air and was blown into the dark forgetting River by the wind.