I grab red envelopes with the gods

Chapter 178 The Madness of 3045

On the Wangchuan River, except for this Naihe Bridge, Yang Feng couldn't find any way to get past.

I searched for a long time by the river, walking up and down.

Yang Feng slapped his thigh suddenly: "I can fly over with Yujian!"

"Young man, there is something special at the bottom of the Wangchuan River. No one can fly with a sword. Even ordinary immortals have to stop at this place."

Yang Feng looked in the direction of the voice.

It was a Taoist in Tsing Yi wearing a bamboo hat, driving a small boat with long bamboo poles stretched into the Wangchuan River, the boat approached slowly.

Yang Feng was a little vigilant, the Wangchuan River was actually not wide, and he could see the eighteen levels of hell on the other side at a glance.

It was clear that he hadn't seen this Taoist just now, and he seemed to have fallen from the sky, which is very doubtful.

Yang Feng tried it with the blue Excalibur in his hand in disbelief, but it didn't work. The spiritual power successfully controlled the Excalibur, but the spiritual power was consumed faster, and the sword didn't even move.

"It's really not good!" Yang Feng focused his eyes on Taoist Tsing Yi's boat.

On the Wangchuan River, apart from the Naihe Bridge, there is only this small boat.

"Senior, can you take me across the river?"

"I have been a ferryman on the Wangchuan River for thousands of years, and I have crossed countless ghosts, but I have never crossed a living person, not once!" The Taoist in Tsing Yi shook his head and sat on the boat.

The boat was some distance away from the river bank and was still on the Wangchuan River.

Yang Feng said anxiously: "Senior, I have something urgent to go back!"

The Taoist in Tsing Yi shook his head and lowered his bamboo hat, making it even harder to see his face. "Let me tell you a story first"

Yang Feng was very anxious, because within a day the goddess might do something to Lin Qingyu, and if he went back late, Yang Feng would only see Lin Qingyu's ghost.But he didn't dare to urge the Taoist in Tsing Yi. There was only one ferryman in total. If he offended him, how could he go back?

"How many years ago was that? Let me think about it~" The Taoist in Tsing Yi seemed to be remembering, slightly raising his head.

Unfortunately, because of the bamboo hat, only half of the face can be seen.It was half a face with some vicissitudes, and the corner of the mouth was full of wry smiles.

Yang Feng thought to himself: I don't want to know this, I just want to go back quickly!

"Don't worry, everything in Wangchuan Hanoi will be silent, only my boat made of coffins can float on it. It's ridiculous, the underworld is full of dead people, and I'm the only one who owns this coffin." The Taoist in Tsing Yi seemed to be laughing, At least Yang Feng felt that he was smiling.

Yang Feng sat down helplessly.

You want to tell a story, right?
I just sat down and listened, can you still talk about the last three days and three nights?

"It should have been 9000 years ago. There was a man who had just crossed the Wangchuan River, but was stopped by a voice. When he turned around, he found his wife was on the other side of the river, calling him to go back. In fact, he didn't die, it's just that his physical body was damaged during cultivation except for accidents."

"Isn't that the same as death?" In Yang Feng's eyes, the physical damage is no different from death.

Although the people in Butian City have re-condensed new bodies, they don't think they are real bodies, otherwise the goddess would not want to take Lin Qingyu or Ling Xue's bodies.

"Of course it's different, because with his strength, as long as he returns to the mortal world, he can take anyone's body." The Taoist in Tsing Yi smiled lightly.

"Oh? Then why don't you go back?"

"The dead take the flesh of the living by force, breaking the rules!" When the Taoist in Tsing Yi said these words, thunder bursts sounded in the sky, as if in response.

"You can capture those wicked people who have committed a lot of crimes!" Yang Feng didn't understand, isn't this a very simple matter, why bother?
"You who are holding the book of life and death think so, I can't help you leave." The Taoist in Tsing Yi waved the bamboo pole in his hand, and propped it in front of him. With a little force, the boat moved away from the river bank on Yang Feng's side.

He actually knew that Yang Feng got the book of life and death!
"Senior, don't be sensible, junior, don't leave! You haven't finished your story yet!" Yang Feng wished he could scratch his head, why talk too much about nothing.

However, Taoist Tsing Yi made up his mind to go, and he didn't intend to finish the story at all.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi's boat rowed far away and stopped at the very center of the Wangchuan River. When he stopped still, his figure gradually faded.

Yang Feng sat back down again, unless there was a miracle, he would never go back.

In hell, he stole the book of life and death, and crossed out many names in it. As long as he is discovered by the bosses of hell, he will die.

After waiting for about half an hour, when Yang Feng wanted to take the risk of giving Lingxi a red envelope, a voice came from across the Wangchuan River. "Guest!"

Yang Feng looked over suddenly, on the other side of the river, a thin body looked at him and yelled.

3045, she actually came to hell!
Behind her was the spirit carriage, but instead of the special boxes filled with her various professions, there was a large black coffin that looked terrifying.

There are also two ten-meter-long bamboo poles on the coffin.

"Ah! Get up!"

I saw her arms burst out with astonishing strength, grabbed the big coffin, and threw it into the Wangchuan River.

The splash on the Wangchuan River was several meters high.

Yang Feng was stunned, what is this for?
Even the Taoist in Tsing Yi opened his mouth slightly in surprise, not knowing where this lunatic came from. For thousands of years on the Wangchuan River, he has never seen anyone crossing the river with a coffin.

3045 jumped into the coffin with two bamboo poles, put one of the bamboo poles horizontally on the coffin, and held the other bamboo pole in his hand, and actually crossed the river like water.

Although it is the same bamboo pole, the Taoist in Tsing Yi has used it for many years without any change. The bamboo pole of 3045 has lost a piece just after being pushed into the water.

"Mr. Yang Feng, wait for me there, I'll be right over!" 3045 did not forget to talk to Yang Feng when he rowed to the middle of the river.

When she got to this side, the bamboo pole in her hand just couldn't be used.

"Finally here!" 3045 heaved a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing here?"

The Taoist in Tsing Yi pricked up his ears, it was the first time he had seen someone so desperately daring to cross the Wangchuan River.

3045 took out something the size of a mobile phone, and called up some things on it for Yang Feng to see.

Yang Feng glanced at it, isn't this the previous evaluation of 3045's service, when he angrily gave a bad review.

3045 said pleadingly: "Mr. Yang, can you cancel the bad review? No matter what you want~"

Yang Feng was stunned at the time, glanced at Wang Chuanhe who touched and died, then glanced at the bad reviews on the screen, and asked in disbelief: "3045, why are you so desperate..."

(End of this chapter)