Chapter 137: False Naihe
Wu Xian raised his foot.

I was stiff for a long time, until my legs felt numb.

Suddenly he heard the Taoist's ear-piercing laughter and the sound of him slapping his thighs: "He believes it! I told you he would believe me. God, it's a blessing from the ancestors that I can find such fun in this dark underworld!"

The scholar also chuckled: "You are indeed a thief Taoist priest, but... hehe."

The monk sighed and said, "All living things suffer. Why do you two have to make things difficult for this donor?"

The Taoist priest's expression suddenly changed: "Don't think I don't know what you, a thief bald man, have done. You even didn't let go of that fat hippopotamus-like Seventh Princess."

"I am a poor monk out of pity. Who else but me would cut my flesh to feed the eagle?"

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

The monk and the Taoist priest started arguing again, but Wu Xian's expression changed.

The reminder just now was just to tease him?
Long spikes emerged from under his feet. He slowly probed downwards, but found that there was no abyss at all, just the same flat ground as before.

"I wish you will be reborn as six leather swallows in your next life!"

Wu Xian cursed under his breath and took a few careful steps forward.

This time, he released spikes from the soles of his feet every time. After being strengthened by his naturally thick skin, the spikes of his armor would not fall off at the slightest touch, allowing Wu Xian to use these spikes to test the land ahead.

Through Weijia's probing, Wu Xian discovered that there were many spike traps hidden on the road. The range of these spike traps would not be too wide. After a slight probing, he could change his foothold and be safe.

During this period, the Taoist priest and the scholar were always talking noisily. The Taoist priest kept trying to deceive people, and the scholar would occasionally correct the Taoist priest's statements and also mock Wu Xian.

But what the scholar says is always right.

When Wu Xian took the thirteenth step, he suddenly heard a noisy sound behind him.

The scholar shouted at Wu Xian: "You living people, get out of the way quickly! The ghost soldiers are passing through, no matter if they are alive or dead, everyone should give way. If you don't get out of the way, you will die!"

Wu Xian closed his eyes and heard many voices.

Some people knelt down, some retreated, a child cried in panic, a woman struggled in the mud, the sound of horse hooves approached, as if a large army was approaching, Wu Xian even heard the sound of bleak wind and sand...

Although he did not open his eyes, he seemed to see the power of the evil soldiers passing through.

"I'm really tired of this little trick..."

Wu Xian did not move, maintaining his own rhythm, and took the thirteenth step.

Suddenly everything was silent and nothing happened.

The scholar asked Wu Xian curiously, "I have helped you so many times before, why don't you trust me this time and have no intention of dodging at all?"

Wu Xian was too lazy to explain and continued to move forward.

The road to the underworld is all mud, so how could there be such clear sounds of horse hooves and the feeling of flying dust? Moreover, all the sounds came from the scholar.

The Taoist priest taunted the scholar crazily: "Ha, didn't you claim to be the best at ventriloquism? You fanned and stroked the ruler, and the noise stopped. But in the end, you couldn't even fool a pretty boy..."

When the two were arguing.

The ghost suddenly shouted, and Wu Xian heard the clear sound of chains.

"That's enough. Stop talking. I can't sit idly by and watch this man 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 want to take him down!"

The monk who had been silent the whole time said, "Go quickly, benefactor, and open your eyes and go back. I will not harm you. Once you are locked up by the soul-catching lock in the hands of the underworld messenger, you will never have a chance to escape, no matter if you are alive or dead!"

The rattling sound of chains gradually approached.

Wu Xian suddenly became nervous, his muscles tensed, ready to use the props for worshiping gods to fight back at any time.

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

He thought that this attack by the underworld would be real!

First of all, this monk had always behaved well and had never interfered with Wu Xian. Instead, he was admonishing the scholar and the Taoist priest.

Secondly, as early as when Wu Xian just set foot on the road to the underworld, the underworld official said that he wanted to capture Wu Xian, so it was reasonable to take action at this time.

The third is the chain. The sound of the chain is very special. Wu Xian has only heard it in one place... It was in the Ghost Shadow Hotel. Qi Zhiyong used the iron chain to lock the evil spirit that broke into the door. Maybe what Qi Zhiyong used at that time was the soul-catching rope of the evil spirit.

This was a matter of life and death, so Wu Xian dared not ignore it easily.

He waited until the sound of the chain was close enough, then swung the bronze shield in that direction, but he hit nothing, there was nothing there!

The ghost messenger, the monk, the Taoist priest, and the scholar all laughed out loud at the same time. Wu Xian could even imagine their faces distorted by laughter through the sounds.

"I believe it, he believes it again!" "It's really fun!"

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

Wu Xian was almost laughing out of anger. He finally couldn't hold back his temper and shouted with his eyes closed: "Enough, how long are you going to play this monkey trick? Are you trying to amuse a fool?"

suddenly.

A small hand poked Wu Xian's thigh.

"Big brother."

Wu Xian raised his shield and was about to strike: "I've said enough..."

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

This little 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 are you talking to……

Wu Xian suddenly realized that from beginning to end, the four-man group of the ghost messenger, the scholar, the monk and the Taoist priest had never touched him. He only heard the voices of these four guys!

Perhaps the group of four never existed from the beginning, and they were just part of the illusion. Wu Xian had been fighting wits and courage with the air.

So, is this girl real?
Since she can touch Wu Xian, does that mean she is really just a passerby on the road to the underworld?

Not necessarily!
This place is both real and fake, real and unreal.

Wu Xian initially thought it was all fake, but then needles appeared on the ground. Later, he thought that everything on the Yellow Springs Road was real, but the four people were all fake.

Except himself.

No one can trust this place...

After Wu Xian realized that the four Taoist priests were fake, they disappeared without a trace and never spoke to Wu Xian again, but the girl still followed Wu Xian cautiously.

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

He continued to move forward, and when he took the eighteenth step, Wu Xian heard the sound of water coming from the front, so he hesitated a little before taking a step, and released the spikes on the soles of his feet, wanting to test the water first.

"No, you can't land!"

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

"There is a tributary of the Nai River ahead. Anything that comes into contact with the water of the Nai River will be dragged into the river. Even if the thorns on your body come into contact with the water of the Nai River, it will drag you in!"

Wu Xian did not dare to be careless. He half squatted down slightly, feeling what was coming from below.

Rich water vapor.

Pungent fishy smell.

The sound of water beetles crawling.

There are wailing and crying!

“Save me…”

"I shouldn't be the one to die..."

"I have become a ghost too. I want to seek revenge on that ghost..."

There are countless wronged souls howling in pain below, with negative emotions such as hatred, anger, resentment, fear, and lamentation emerging... The cold air is transmitted up without touching.

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

It’s Naihe!
　Naihe River.

Xuanshi Zhi. Dong Guan. The middle part of the second paragraph.

Then he left Niyang City and headed west. The land was full of grass, dense and red and green, like a woolly blanket. After walking for more than ten miles, he saw a river a few feet wide, flowing southwest. Guan asked Xi, and Xi said, "This is what people call the Nai River. Is its source from the underworld?" Guan looked at the water and saw that it was all blood and foul, so foul that he could not get close to it.

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In addition, some of the inspiration comes from the ventriloquism in the textbooks that everyone has learned, so I don’t need to post that.

　
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