Chapter 137: Illusory Naihe

Wu Xian lifted his foot.

He stiffened for a good while, until his legs were a bit numb.

Suddenly he heard the Daoist's ear-piercing laughter, making the sound of slapping his thigh hard: "Believed it! I said he would believe my words, the Heavenly Official is above, being able to find such fun in this pitch-black underworld, it's really the ancestor's blessing!"

The scholar also chuckled: "You really are a thief Daoist, but... hehe."

The monk sighed: "All living beings suffer, why do you two have to make things difficult for this benefactor?"

The Daoist changed his face immediately: "Don't think I don't know what you, this thief bald donkey, have done, not even letting go of the Seventh Princess who is as fat as a hippopotamus."

"This poor monk is pitying, feeding the eagle with flesh, who else but me."

"Isn't it just for money..."

The monk and Daoist quarreled again, but Wu Xian's face changed.

The reminder just now was actually just teasing him?

Long sharp spikes emerged from under his feet, slowly probing downward, but there was no abyss at all, just flat ground like before.

"I wish you six assholes in your next life!"

Wu Xian cursed in a low voice and carefully walked a few more steps forward.

This time, he released spikes from the soles of his feet every time. After the strengthening of the natural thick skin, the spikes of the Weird Armor would no longer fall off just by touching them, allowing Wu Xian to use these spikes to probe the land ahead.

Through the probing of the Weird Armor, Wu Xian discovered that there were multiple spike traps hidden on the road. The range of these spike traps would not be too wide. After slightly probing and then changing the landing point, one could be safe and worry-free.

During this period, the Daoist and scholar were always chattering. The Daoist kept trying to deceive people, the scholar occasionally corrected the Daoist's statement, and also mocked Wu Xian.

But the scholar's words were always correct.

When Wu Xian walked to the thirteenth step, he suddenly heard noisy sounds coming from behind.

The scholar shouted loudly at Wu Xian: "That living person, hurry up and dodge, the underworld soldiers are passing, regardless of life or death, everyone must give way. If you don't dodge, you will die!"

Wu Xian closed his eyes. He heard many sounds.

Some people knelt down, some retreated, some young children cried because of panic, some women struggled in the mud, the sound of horse hooves gradually approached, as if a large army was pressing on the border, Wu Xian even heard the sound of bleak wind and sand...

Although he didn't open his eyes, it was as if he saw the power of the underworld soldiers passing.

"This little trick, I'm really tired of it..."

Wu Xian didn't move at all, maintained his own rhythm, and landed the thirteenth step.

Suddenly everything was silent, and nothing happened.

The scholar asked Wu Xian curiously: "I helped you so many times before, why don't you believe me this time, without a hint of intention to dodge?"

Wu Xian couldn't be bothered to explain and continued to concentrate on moving forward.

There is silt on the Huang Quan Road, how could there be such clear horse hoof sounds, and the feeling of dust flying? Moreover, all the sounds came from the scholar's side.

The Daoist Priest mockingly taunted the scholar: "Ha, didn't you claim to be the best at ventriloquism? Something about 'one fan, one ruler, closing the mouth to stop the clamor,' yet you couldn't even fool a single pretty boy..."

While the two were arguing endlessly.

The underworld official suddenly exploded, and Wu Xian heard a clear sound of chains.

"Enough, stop talking. I can no longer sit idly by and watch this person violate the laws of the underworld. Who knows when he will open his eyes and return to the world of the living. Get out of the way, I'm going to take him!"

The underworld official, monk, Daoist, and scholar all burst into laughter again. Wu Xian could even imagine their distorted faces through the sound.

The sound of chains *clattered* and gradually approached.

Wu Xian suddenly became nervous, his muscles tense, ready to use god-worshiping props to counterattack at any time.

He couldn't open his eyes and couldn't see anything, so he could only infer based on things outside his line of sight.

He thought this underworld official's attack would be real!

First, this monk had always performed well and hadn't interfered with Wu Xian, instead persuading the scholar and Daoist.

Second, as early as when Wu Xian just stepped onto the Huang Quan Road, the underworld official had said he would capture Wu Xian. Moving at this time was reasonable.

Third is the chain. The sound of this chain is very special. Wu Xian had only heard it in one place... in the Weird Shadow Hostel, the iron chain used by Qi Zhiyong to lock the door-breaking malevolent entity. Perhaps what Qi Zhiyong used at that time was the soul-hooking chain of the underworld official.

Life and death were at stake, and Wu Xian didn't dare to ignore it easily.

After waiting for the sound of the chain to be close enough, he swung the bronze shield and swung it hard in that direction, but he swung into empty space. There was nothing there!

The Yin Messenger, the Monk, the Daoist Priest, and the scholar all burst into loud laughter at the same time. Wu Xian could even imagine their faces twisted by the laughter through their voices.

"Believed it, he believed it again!"

"So fun!"

"Are living people so interesting? I also want to catch one to play with."

Wu Xian was almost laughed at by anger. He finally couldn't hold back his temper, closed his eyes, and shouted angrily: "Enough, how long do you intend to play this monkey-playing trick? Are you teasing a fool?"

Suddenly.

A small hand poked Wu Xian's thigh.

"Big brother."

Wu Xian lifted his shield and was about to hit it: "I said enough..."

His movement stopped in mid-air, and he suddenly felt cold all over.

This small hand actually touched her!

The girl said timidly: "Big brother, what trick are you talking about? Who were you talking to just now?"

Wu Xian swallowed his saliva.

Who were you talking to...

Wu Xian suddenly realized that from beginning to end, the four-person group of underworld official, scholar, monk, and Daoist had never touched him. He only heard the voices of these four guys!

Perhaps that four-person group didn't exist from the beginning, and they were just part of the illusion. Wu Xian had been fighting wits and courage with the air.

Then, is this girl real?

Can she touch Wu Xian, and is she really a passerby on the Huang Quan Road?

Not necessarily!

This place is both true and false, virtual and real.

Wu Xian thought it was all fake at first, but then needles appeared on the ground. Later, he thought it was all real on the Huang Quan Road, but the four-person group was all illusory.

Except for himself.

In this place, no one can be trusted...

After Wu Xian realized that the Daoist four-person group was fake, they disappeared without a trace and never said another word to Wu Xian, but the girl still followed Wu Xian carefully.

Wu Xian could occasionally touch her and feel the cold temperature of a corpse.

He continued to move forward. When he walked to the eighteenth step, Wu Xian heard the sound of water coming from ahead, so he hesitated slightly when taking a step, and the spikes on the soles of his feet were released, wanting to probe the reality first.

"No, you can't land your foot!"

The girl suddenly grabbed the corner of Wu Xian's clothes.

"Ahead is a tributary of the Naihe. Anything that gets stained with Naihe water will be dragged into the Naihe. Even if the spikes on your body get stained with Naihe water, it will drag your whole person in!"

Wu Xian didn't dare to be careless, squatted down slightly, and felt the things coming from below.

Rich water vapor.

Pungent fishy smell.

The sound of dragon lice crawling.

And wailing and crying!

"Save me..."

"It shouldn't be me who died..."

"I also became a ghost, I want to find that ghost to take revenge..."

Countless wronged souls were wailing painfully below, hatred, anger, resentment, fear, sighing and other negative emotions emerged... The cold air came up without even touching.

Just like the girl said, below was a river full of dead people.

It was the Naihe!

Naihe.

Records of the Mysterious Room, Dong Guan, the middle part of the second paragraph.

Then he went west from Niyang City. The land had a lot of grass, dense red and green, like a felt blanket. After walking for more than ten miles, a river was several feet wide, flowing southwest. Guan asked Xi, Xi said: "This is what people call the Naihe. Does its source come from the underworld?" Guan looked at the water, it was all blood, and it was fishy and filthy and could not be approached.

In addition, there is some inspiration from the text "Ventriloquism" that everyone has learned, so I won't post it.

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