Song Lanyi looked at the monk with burning eyes, "I want you to peek into the future."

The demon monk didn't even pause, and nodded directly.

Song Lanyi was surprised.

She was just testing it out, but she didn't expect the demon monk to agree directly.

Could this also reflect from the side that he was determined to "educate" Song Lanyi?

Jiugongbi laughed at the side, feeling like he was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

The plain girl quietly clenched her fists, as if she wanted to punch the monk Bang Bang twice at any moment.

Or Song Lanyi saw something was wrong and stopped Su Nu.

The drunkard nose said with a smile, "Since the bet has been established, how do we judge the winner or loser?"

Without waiting for anyone to answer, he said to himself, "How about... let's judge the winner or loser based on the distance traveled across the underworld."

When Jiugongbi said these words, the plain girl's fists hanging on both sides silently unclenched again.

Song Lanyi glanced at it without leaving any trace, and she was convinced, but she became curious about Jiugongbi's identity.

A plain girl won't harm her because it's not necessary.

After hearing Du Huangquan's words, she immediately relaxed. This can only show that for Song Lanyi, even if there is no benefit, there will not be much harm.

But what about rheumatoid arthritis?

From the beginning of deliberately promoting the bet to now the proposal to cross the underworld, what exactly does he want?

And he's not even a Yin spirit, so who is he?

With such curiosity, Song Lanyi and the monk looked at each other and walked towards the Huangquan Ferry in unison.

On the ferry, countless Yin spirits and ghosts were bustling around, many of them were as majestic as mountains, with piercing eyes like gods, holding jade plates created by the Yin Division, and they were regular staff members of the Underworld of the Yin Division.

That is the so-called... civil servant of the underworld.

Song Lanyi sighed, "Civil servants also have to work in the sea. The competition in the underworld is no less than that in the underworld."

A male Yin spirit who was queuing in front turned his head. His face was pale, his eyes were half-open, and there were blue bags under his eyes.

As soon as he heard Song Lanyi's words, he nodded crazily, "Isn't that true? I worked as a history compiler in the Dragon Palace during my lifetime. At that time, a compilation was placed in front of me, but I did not cherish it."

"But..." He sighed heavily, and his expression immediately turned fierce, "I never thought that you need to find a job in the underworld. If you want to find a wife in the underworld, you will be looked down upon by your mother-in-law if you don't have a job! Damn it!

"

Song Lanyi asked tentatively, "Is there any inevitable connection between this weaving and Crossing the Yellow Spring?"

Dead Fish Eyes sighed again, "The establishment is a carrot and a pit. Except for those who use the back door, no matter what the result is, we must compete for the establishment in the same way as crossing the underworld. But judging from your young appearance, you should not know the meaning of crossing the underworld.

What are you wearing?"

The monk stood behind Song Lanyi, looking intently, obviously not interested in their conversation.

It looks like a flower on a high mountain that is hard to reach.

Song Lanyi opened her eyes, moved her wrist slightly, and handed a piece of fine agarwood with golden patterns to Dead Fish Eyes.

This agarwood is just a leftover found during a treasure hunt.

The plain girl didn't even bother to pick it up and gave it to Song Lanyi.

It was Song Lanyi's miser nature that showed up and he tried not to waste any resources, so he picked it up.

However, facing such "trash", Dead Fish Eyes suddenly widened his eyes, looking unbelievable.

Then he shiveringly stuffed the "garbage" into the space.

At the same time, he subconsciously turned his head and looked around, for fear that someone would discover this scene.

When he looked at Song Lanyi again, his attitude had changed drastically.

There was an astonishing brilliance in those fish-eyed eyes, and he nodded and bowed repeatedly, giving a thumbs up without hesitation, "Sister, you are a real sister!"

Song Lanyi was not arrogant because of this, and smiled gently, "Tell me all your information about crossing the underworld."

As soon as these words came out, Dead Fish Eyes became more and more certain that Song Lanyi was the descendant of a big shot. He had been practicing in seclusion for many years and had little contact with things in the underworld.

He immediately no longer dared to take advantage of Qiao or add some twisted thoughts, but instead poured out beans and told him everything he knew.

"In the final analysis, crossing Huangquan is to see who can cross the longer distance to prove that this person has a better state of mind. There are three hurdles on Huangquan. The first hurdle is called Wangyouyan. The second hurdle is called Burial Tianya. The third hurdle is Wangyouyan.

The three hurdles...no one has been able to pass so far, and there are rumors that there is great terror in them."

Hope you swallow, bury Tianya and...the third hurdle.

Song Lanyi silently remembered these words in her heart.

But at this time, the monk behind Song Lanyi pursed his thin lips and said lightly, "As long as your heart is towards the Lingshan Mountain, the so-called great terror is nothing more than that."

Lingshan is a special name for Buddhist verses.

Song Lanyi glanced at him, smiled, and said nothing.

She said it was fine, but it was her silence... that made the monk a little irritable.

What's the meaning?
Chapter completed!