Chapter 4837: A Bowl of Meng Po Soup, All Past Relationships Can Be Forgotten...

Wow! !

The terrifying suction force was like a storm sweeping across the sky, dragging Ye Wuque and Huapi Ke'er into a long passage at an extremely fast speed!

Ye Wuque's Yuanli burst out fiercely, and his huge physical strength was like Optimus Prime, bombarding the ten directions and fighting against it.

The void in all directions continued to roar with earth-shaking sounds. How terrible was Ye Wuque's attack now?

However, he still couldn't do anything about this terrifying suction force!

Then Ye Wuque stopped resisting and chose to go with the flow. He just stabilized his body, his eyes were like knives, and his soul power overflowed in all directions, and he also supported Huapi Ke'er on the side.

The pull of the terrifying suction force instantly pulled Ye Wuque and Huapi Ke'er out of the passage and rushed forward. In the vision of the soul, Ye Wuque immediately saw a dark and chaotic world in front of him, covering everything and filled with endless black mist.

Tear!

The terrifying suction force was like the moment when Ye Wuque came into contact with this chaotic world. He suddenly felt a repulsive force burst out and pushed himself into the chaotic world!

Then, the terrifying suction force disappeared!

Ye Wuque's figure began to fall immediately. There was a thick black mist in all directions. With his arrival, it began to be disordered and wriggling at a very fast speed, exuding an indescribable sense of ancient mystery.

The holy way of fighting spirit surged out, and Ye Wuque's body suddenly lit up with golden light, illuminating all directions!

But the strange thing is that this chaotic world seems to have an indescribable power, controlling everything, as if it has formulated all the rules, making it impossible for Ye Wuque to fly and stand in the air.

He can only float a little bit and slowly fall.

During this process, these black mists kept surging, wrapping Ye Wuque, as if he was washed in it.

Ye Wuque did not sense any danger from the black mist, but just shuttled through it, with a feeling of being in another world, as if it was not the direction that was falling, but the long years.

Until a certain moment, the black mist suddenly became thinner, and the bottom of Ye Wuque suddenly became slightly bright.

The black mist suddenly split!

Ye Wuque's figure fell from it and hit the ground.

He turned over and landed steadily.

After a few breaths, Painted Skin Ke'er also fell here with a pale face.

Ye Wuque looked at this place, his eyes were slightly narrowed, the holy way of fighting spirit in his body surged rapidly, and he was alert and ready to burst out all his fighting power at any time!

He was sucked into the headless giant corpse by the terrifying suction force, that is, the immortal burial. Everything happened too suddenly, and it was not his own will.

In addition, Nangong Jian was crazy before, and he encountered something in this immortal burial, so Ye Wuque was on full alert at this moment.

"This seems to be a... dry riverbank?"

Ye Wuque frowned slightly, having already recognized this place. She looked up at the sky, but there was no black fog at all, only a pitch-black night.

Above the night sky, a crescent moon hung high, but it was... pale green!

Pale green crescent moon!

The green light shone in all directions, which was very creepy.

And the place where they stood was uneven, and the dark ground gradually became clearer under the pale green moonlight.

Painted Skin Ke'er on the side suddenly groaned, and stepped back, her pale face was full of fear, and her feet had nowhere to put!

Because at this moment, under her feet, countless faces appeared on the uneven ground!

Those faces were pale white, with different expressions.

Madness, pain, resentment, unwillingness, tragedy, arrogance...

Too many!

All kinds of strange faces, like inlaid on the earth, seemed to be staring at Ye Wuque and Painted Skin Ke'er.

Ye Wuque also narrowed his eyes.

Because the entire dry river bank was densely covered with countless strange faces, looking down, the visual impact was too great.

Awooo!

At this moment, gusts of cold wind suddenly hung from all directions, like a ghost whimpering, with a hint of coldness that penetrated the bones.

A green crescent moon in the sky.

Countless ghost faces on the ground.

The gusts of cold wind were like ghost howling!

Hell is just like this.

Ye Wuque's soul power had already spread out, but he felt a boundless nothingness.

And he could judge that this was not an illusion.

"Is this the immortal burial?"

Ye Wuque looked at Painted Skin Ke'er.

Painted Skin Ke'er was pale at the moment, but after hearing Ye Wuque's question, she immediately said in a hoarse voice: "Master, I, I don't know..."

"But Master, I feel a sense of uneasiness! Strong uneasiness! It's as if, as if some terrible danger is approaching us!"

Painted Skin Ke'er's words made Ye Wuque's eyes flash slightly.

Splash!

Suddenly, a roar of river resistance came from far to near. In the distance ahead, an endless turbid river appeared at some point, and endless waves rose and fell with it.

Ye Wuque's eyes became fascinating.

Before, this strange world did not have this turbid river at all. There was only a dry river bank in the distance, but now it appeared inexplicably!

The river bank was covered by the turbid river, as if it had always been here.

Splash!

The cold wind blew, bringing a weird feeling of the end of life and death, making people feel cold all over, and their scalps couldn't help but numb.

On the turbid river, at this moment, a small boat was drifting along with the waves.

The boat was very dilapidated and had a gray-black appearance.

Swirling, as if coming with the wind, slowly approaching Ye Wuque and Huapi Ke'er.

The next moment, a sad and strange ancient song sounded.

"A tear of lovesickness...

"Two dollars of life and death tears..."

"Three bowls of tears of regret..."

"Four cups without tears..."

"Five inches of mourning tears..."

"Tears are falling like rain, crying for the dead, how joyful is life, how painful is death..."

"On the banks of the Forgotten River, life and death are separated, Yin and Yang are separated, all are helpless..."

The song rippled, the boat approached, and finally came to the shore, floating quietly.

On the small boat, in front of a pair of oars, an old woman was hunched over. She was wearing black clothes and a black hat. She looked at Ye Wuque and Huapi Keer with a pair of muddy and sad eyes, and slowly opened her mouth. A weird smile.

"You two, since you're here, why don't you get on the boat?"

The voice of the old woman in black had a faint weirdness to it. At first glance, it sounded like she was seventy or eighty years old, but it also had a bit of a girlish voice mixed in with it.

Ye Wuque's face was expressionless, but his bright eyes were as deep as knives. He stared at the old woman in black without saying a word.

"You, you are..."

Here, Hua Pi Ke'er was staring at the old woman in black, as if she vaguely recognized something, and her expression began to turn into fear and disbelief!

"The poor girl was already dead, but she stayed in the world and suffered again. Alas, it's so painful..."

The withered palms of the old woman in black suddenly reached forward gently, and she didn't know when she was holding a bowl of soup in each hand!

Black bowl, black soup!

But if you look closely, the black soup seems to be filled with endless crystal colors, as if it is full of all the sweetness, bitterness, and sourness in the world.

"Drink this bowl of soup and put an end to the past."

The old woman in black sighed.

“Mengpo soup!!”

"You are...Mother Meng!!"

"This is the Wangchuan River!!"

Hua Pi Ke'er's voice revealed a hint of unbelievable panic, and was extremely sharp and high-pitched. At the same time, her expression began to distort, and she held her head in her hands, with endless pain on her face, as if she had recalled something.

"well……"

"Good boy, drink this bowl of soup and you will no longer be in pain..."

The old woman in black, that is, Po Meng sighed softly again.

Her voice seemed to be filled with a kind of magic power. Huapi Ke'er, who was originally in great pain, suddenly became quiet. She looked at Po Meng, her eyes slowly became blurred, and she slowly walked towards Po Meng.

Finally coming to the side of the boat, Huapi Keer took a bowl of Meng Po soup, stared at it blankly, and subconsciously murmured: "If you drink it, you will forget it. If you drink it, you will feel better..."

"A bowl of Meng Po soup will make you forget all the past..."

Hua Pi Ke'er just drank a bowl of Meng Po soup, and then her eyes became more and more blurred, and she walked onto the boat unconsciously.

Po Meng's eyes turned, and her strange and vicissitudes of eyes looked at the remaining Ye Wuque. She also raised the remaining bowl of soup, grinned and said: "Young man, it's your turn..."

Ye Wuque remained expressionless. After hearing Po Meng's voice, he finally said calmly: "If you don't drink the soup, can't you get on the boat?"

"certainly."

Po Meng sighed softly, and then looked at Ye Wuque with a hint of pity in her eyes.

"Only the undead who drink the soup can temporarily seal the resentment in the body and freeze everything, so that they can safely cross the Wangchuan River and reach the other side. Otherwise, the endless resentful spirits in the Wangchuan River will launch a desperate attack, which is worse than death. A horrific experience that is infinitely more painful.”

Po Meng seemed to be patiently explaining to Ye Wuque.

Ye Wuque's eyes flashed slightly.

The pity in the eyes of Po Meng, who had been staring at Ye Wuque, became stronger, and then she sighed softly: "Young man, it seems that you have not accepted what has happened."

"You are already dead..."