Si Qingming glanced at the little ghosts, and found that they were just teasing and did not do anything.

In July and a half, it was originally the day when the lonely ghosts in the Yin Dynasty Underworld came out and wandered. Most of the night was no longer at home, and half-drunk on the road still deserved it.

Si Qingming just glanced lightly, and continued to walk forward by himself.

Along the way, there were also a lot of malicious ghosts staring at her, but one by one walked in front of Si Qingming, but fled away in fright.

Si Qingming went all the way to the opened ghost gate, and could vaguely see that this was just a dark purple air current circle. From inside, one or two ghosts would occasionally emerge. Si Qingming always looked indifferently. write.

After all, this is just a small place, not Fengdu, that is the area where ghosts and monsters gather generously.

Si Qingming leaned aside, waiting for the ghosts who had been following her to leave before entering.

When I broke in alone, I felt cold all over my body, but when I passed through the past, there was another burst of fire-heat, so cold and fire-heat alternated with each other. After a while, Si Qingming opened the door. The eyes are much more comfortable.

She looked at the world in front of her, the netherworld?

It's just similar to an ordinary cave, just a ghastly breath that lingers around him all the time.

Si Qingming walked towards the year before, she was not familiar with it, and she had to go out quickly at dawn, otherwise her own life would probably be explained here.

A lifespan has not yet ended, but is trapped in the underworld, not even as lonely as a wild ghost.

Si Qingming continued to walk towards the front, she kept feeling here.

It was probably the day of the Ghost Festival, and I had all gone to Yangjian, but there was no one here.

Si Qingming looked around the large circle around him, his head was dizzy, and he couldn't find a feasible one.

Finally let her see a ghost, sitting there dozing off!

Si Qingming walked up to him, and before he could do anything, the ghost opened his eyes.

"You are a human being, what are you doing here?"

He called out a few words, and Si Qingming pinched his throat.

"Uh……"

The ghost's expression was very painful. I don't know how I was so unlucky. I was just being lazy here, and I was caught by an inexplicable person.

Oh, don’t you mean that people are afraid of ghosts?

Why, how timid he is now, oooooooo...

Is there no one to save him?

No, is there no ghost to save him?

He was in his heart, wailing.

"Where does the soul flower grow?"

Si Qingming asked in a cold voice, she came here to trace the origin, the soul of the trace is unstable, and only the fixed soul flower of the underworld can make the soul of the trace stable.

The ghost opened his mouth, whimpered and said, but still didn't say a complete sentence.

He stretched out his hand and kept gesticulating.

"If you dare to scream, I'll let your soul fly away!"

After Si Qingming finished the threat, he gave him a sharp look and asked her to experience it slowly.

"Dare not dare!"

The ghost also knew that he was very unlucky and had encountered such a killer star.

Right now, he stroked his tongue-head and started to talk.

"The Dinghun flower grows on the opposite side of the Liushi River. You need to go to the Liushi River to pick the flowers. What's more, there are still big smelly and big treasures protecting them, and ordinary people can't get in."