In the misty world.

Seeing Gu Han leave, the three women remained silent for a long time. Even Qiuqiu and his big eyes were full of reluctance and sobbing softly.

Sudden.

Feng Xi took off the new wine pot on her waist and started drinking it.

"You should understand."

Shang Qingshu understood her thoughts and sighed: "Even if you go, you can't help him at all."

Feng Xi paused.

He glanced at her and said lightly: "I can't help because I'm too weak."

If I am strong enough.

How can I take such a risk if I am so strong that I can beat the ghost clan?

A snap!

Thinking of this, she gently pinched the wine pot and instantly broke, and the wine poured down like a surging river, flooding a large area of ​​land.

"I'm going to go into seclusion."

She turned around and walked towards the green cave: "Don't ask me to drink in the future!"

Retreat!

Get back the...real power that belongs to Shi Feng!

Shang Qingshu sighed and didn't persuade him. She glanced at Zhuang Yuchen, who was lost, and suddenly said, "Do you want to stay here in the future?"

“…”

Zhuang Yuchen did not answer, was silent for a moment, but instead asked: "He is the Huangquan Ferryman?"

"Didn't you see it?"

"Be a ferryman..."

She turned around and plucked up the courage to look at the other person: "What are the requirements?"

"oh?"

Shang Qingshu was a little surprised, but she understood what she meant.

His eyes turned.

He looked at the other person, and finally stayed in the other person's chest, with a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes: "How come it looks so fierce?"

"you……"

Zhuang Yuchen's pretty face turned red, and she felt a little uncomfortable with her aggressive gaze. She took two steps back, put her hands on her chest, and suppressed the upcoming waves in time.

"This is... born!"

"so?"

Shang Qingshu was a little disappointed.

Withdrew her gaze, she took off the wine pot from her waist, drank it for a moment, exhaled a ball of wine, and said softly: "It's very dangerous to be a ferryman."

"I see."

"No, you don't understand."

Shang Qingshu looked at her seriously and shook her head: "In our organization, I can't remember how many talented people are like you. I may live safely to the end, and I will never save one hundred people!"

"It'll really die."

Her expression was unprecedentedly serious: "And it will die silently, and even your friends and relatives don't know that you are dead! Are you willing?"

"willing!"

"What's the reason?"

“He said it.”

Zhuang Yuchen bit his red lips and murmured: "Where I feel at ease is home. I feel at ease by my side."

"Girl."

Shang Qingshu sighed and said softly: "I know what you think. It's just that this younger brother seems to like to do whatever he wants, but in fact he is very sensible, especially when it comes to feelings... He has the most, and he will only treat you as a friend."

"kindness……"

Zhuang Yuchen lowered his head and said in a low voice: "I know, I don't want these."

"Do you know?"

Shang Qingshu's voice suddenly felt a little melancholy: "You really look like me back then, with a similar temperament and a similar experience."

Only after suffering from the pain of lovesickness can one resolve the meaning of lovesickness.

So she could understand Zhuang Yuchen.

Zhuang Yuchen blinked, looking curious: "Do you have someone you like?"

“Of course there is.”

"Who is it?"

"he……"

Shang Qingshu glanced at the wine pot in his hand, and a young man with high spirits suddenly flashed in his mind. At that time... the burden on the young man was far less heavy than that of now, he could still see the melancholy in his eyes.

A long song of eternal sorrow.

She understands him.

She likes him.

She wanted him to be less tired.

So she ignored her master's objection and resolutely joined the underworld and became the No. 3 ferryman until today.

"His name is Yan Changge."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind: "It's her... Brother Yan."

But it is Feng Xi!

"you……"

Shang Qingshu turned back in shame and annoyed: "How did you know?"

"You said."

"When did I say it?"

"When you're drunk."

Feng Xi said expressionlessly: "I said it twenty-seven times."

Shang Qingshu: "..."

Bang!

He used force in his hand and instantly crushed the wine pot.

Stop drinking!

"Aren't you going to retreat? Why haven't you gone?"

"No hurry."

A trace of solemnity suddenly flashed in Feng Xi's eyes: "I found something wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"Something is missing."

"few?"

Shang Qingshu was stunned and thoughtful: "You said this, it seems that there is less..."

"few?"

Zhuang Yuchen looked left and right, looking confused.

She, Shang Qingshu, Feng Xi are all there, Asha hasn’t woken up yet, even the balls are there, and there are quite a few!

...

No spiritual energy.

No vitality.

Depressed silence, darkness and drowsiness.

Above the head, a layer of dim fog was shrouded in the air, and the sound of the river rippling was heard constantly. The rules of the Sisiquan Monument continued to scatter, making the bone-cold and cold.

Through that portal.
To be continued...