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Pangu's eyes suddenly dimmed, he saw a figure, the sky was hot, and he rushed to the source of the Styx.

The River Styx has no beginning and no end.It is the source, but the visible starting point.

It comes from all realms.Since ancient times, no one has known its origin and end.The underworld is just his way.

The Pangu Point showed its shape and appeared in front of an old man.

The old man is unpretentious, just like the old man in the country, there is nothing worth seeing.

He was sitting on the ground with a drawing board in front of him, as if he was drawing something.Perhaps he was used to people coming and going, and his mind was not affected by the arrival of Pangu.

Anyone who goes to the underworld must come to him every time, even God is no exception363.

"Please seniors, God is going to the world!"

Pangu shows due respect.

The origin of this ancient is a mystery, and the practice is like fog.

He has been here since his creation, and Bu never left.And there are more rumors that he came first and then Styx.

"I'm not called my ex, others call me a painter, so can you."

"Yes!" Pan Gu's hand slightly.

He subconsciously looked at his drawing board.

It was a hazy thing with no specific form, but he had a strange feeling that this strange painting had an indescribable relationship with him, or maybe he painted it himself.

The old man raised his head and sighed.

"It's been too long! It's been a long time since I met such a difficult person to draw. I started drawing the day before yesterday, and now I'm really finished."

The old man looked into his eyes with a smile on his mouth and a satisfied expression on his face.

"Okay! You, I've finished painting, now you can go!" Pan Gu was listening.

The old man was really painting him, and when Pangu said in his heart "paint the sky", he was surprised.Did the old man know he would be here a few days ago?

After the old man finished, he drew a piece of paper and lifted the veil.He started wandering again and started painting again.When he started looking at Pangu, the painting was still hazy, and he could not see anything in form, not even a pattern.

Curiosity was hard to hide, and suddenly asked: "Senior painter, this is a painting, is the next god coming?"

The old man shook his head: "You are here, delaying my days. There are at least [-] million dead souls in the sky. I extract them from this Styx. This is my main business. Great gods, I just do it casually"

I don't know why, no one listened, and when I saw the old man, he seemed to be very busy.He can't be bothered anymore.He held out a small hand, ready to leave.

"Wait!" the old man said suddenly.

"Senior painter, do you have any instructions?"

"Among the gods I've drawn, you are also rare. The old ghost of the ferry boat comes back and asks him to take you on a journey!"

As soon as the voice fell, at the end of Pangu Point, a canoe floated on the river and came over. Almost at the moment when he saw it, the canoe was already walking towards him.

The ferryman is also an old man, just as simple.

And these two people gave Pangu a strange feeling. He glanced at them and immediately recalled them in his mind, but he couldn't remember the appearance of these two old people at all. This seemed to be something he couldn't remember.

"Come up!"

The ferryman wore a hat that covered his entire face, and that was where his voice came from.

Pangu did not dare to neglect, he rode the canoe

The old man turned the bow and rowed away.

A boat is an ordinary wooden boat, at least in Pangu's conception.

"Thank you seniors, cross the river!".

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The old man is mysterious, and the gratitude that should be expressed should not be forgotten.

"I'm crossing dead souls. I don't remember how long I haven't worn them. The last time I crossed, I was a dignified and strong boy who waited for a while. It is said that he is now more and more popular in the world, Starting a business in Wanjie was a real waste of my time, I tried so hard to get past him"

The old man was obviously more talkative than the old man before him, but what he said, without exception, was something he spent himself, like a dead soul.

After listening for a while, Pangu secretly suspected that the old man said that the person who does business in Wanjie is probably the owner of this city, and this city does not do such business.

During the conversation, Pangu did not feel the speed at all.His eyes suddenly changed, and people have appeared in another world.

"This is the underworld?" Pangu asked.

"Soon! Where are you going?" asked the old man in the boat. -"I"

Pangu went to Death Saint Tiandaojun, but he did not know where Death Saint Tiandaojun was.

"As long as you get to the underworld, you can go anywhere!"

The old man nodded and said nothing.

After the rate passed, the scenery changed again, and the boat slowly came to a halt on the shore.

"You get off here!"