Different times game

Fireflies danced on the eaves of the door, and green spots moved on the ground. The poetry pavilion stood quietly aside, the carbon-colored characters swaying in the red light.

The sound of silence continues.

The words on the two lines of pillars "A Station in the Netherworld" became clear - there is no kindness in the Palace of Hell, and there is little mercy in front of the gate of hell.

The scene inside the door is still unclear, the fireflies are flying, and the green light is like a cold snake.

"Go in. You might get something unexpected."

Li Qingli had been walking at the front, and as soon as he stepped on one foot, he was keenly aware of the approaching hand, quickly dodged, and looked at He Xianyue in surprise. "do what?"

"You're going to kill a lot of people in this dungeon."

He let out a scoff. "The worst case scenario is death. I'm not as hesitant as you."

"It looks like there are thorns on the body." Jin He couldn't help complaining.

Li Qingli snorted coldly and was the first to step through the door.

"Let's go in too." Shen Nanzhi took a deep breath and followed closely.

There was a pain in her left eye. She covered her eyes and bowed slightly. When she heard the sound of running water and noisy discussions, she felt someone helping her.

The sound in my ears went from far to near, and it seemed as if it had something tangible. It penetrated into my mind. After a burst of electronic sound, I finally heard the sound clearly.

"Shen Nanzhi, what's wrong with you?"

It’s Jinhe.

She removed her hands from her face, her waist still slightly bowed, her black hair fell down, and a few strands fell on the ends of her eyes. Behind her long, crow-colored eyelashes, one was a calm black pupil, and the other was a strange red pupil.

The beautiful lips are upturned, and the ends of the eyes are slightly raised, adding a deeper sense of oppression to the cold temperament.

"What... what's wrong?"

Li Qingli's face was abnormal and his whole body was shaking. Shen Nanzhi's eyes still hurt and her palms clenched tightly. Suddenly someone grabbed me. "What are you doing blocking the roadside? Get in line first, do you understand?"

"What's so bad!" Jin He's voice was extremely high.

Only then did Shen Nanzhi notice that there was a line of people in front of them, and a river blocked the way. Only a simple stone bridge connected the two banks. The banks were covered with tiny flowers, and several towering peach trees were in full bloom. The pink petals were piled on the ground and were trampled by passers-by, creating a flower path.

"Naihe Bridge! Wangchuan River! According to the storybook, there is a stone bridge in front of the Palace of Hell. Only after the souls of the dead can pass through this bridge can they enter the Palace of Hell to be judged!"

A lively female voice came from the team not far ahead. She was wearing a pink silk dress, a pink ribbon tied around her waist, and a charming smile.

"Don't think too much. Red eyes are not uncommon." Lin Chuan understood what Li Qingli was thinking and lowered his voice to comfort him.

"Stop being hypocritical. Hypocrisy." Li Qingli pulled away to follow the team, feeling uneasy.

The queue looked long, and Shen Nanzhi felt that she had not waited a few minutes before it was her turn to step onto the stone bridge.

The beautiful woman serving soup in front of the bridge did not give her any soup, and even completely ignored them.

The river water under the bridge was turbid, white bones were floating, and painful groans came from the bottom of the river.

The girl in pink clothes in front let out a soft cry of fear and continued to murmur. "It's really scary. The script says that evil spirits who are hopeless will be punished by using the water in the Forgotten River to wash away their sins and wash away their flesh and bones."

"After crossing the bridge, let's get closer and don't break up."

Lin Chuan's eyelids twitched violently, and his eyebrows were furrowed.

"Don't worry too much. There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain!" Jin He said openly, but in fact he was also worried.

The pain in Shen Nanzhi's left eye that gradually subsided became hot again, so painful that she wanted to dig her eyeball out, and cold sweat slid down her face.

She gritted her teeth and finally crossed the bridge.