Ye Luo's figure was still falling down quickly.

"Boom--"

Ye Luo finally landed on the ground, protected by the power of devouring and sacrifice, Ye Luo was unscathed.

However, before he landed on the ground, Ye Luo had already scanned the surroundings. He shrank hard in the depths of his eyes, and was truly shocked. He said, "Is it really what I guess? Is there really a secret in the nursery rhymes, and there is really a secret in the nursery rhymes?"

The boat without returning has reached the end of the endless ancient and mysterious ruins. At the end, there is a red flower and a piece of bluestone. The red flower and bluestone seem to be a boundary. After passing this line, there is a fog that has existed for countless years.

The red flowers sway and jump.

The moss on the bluestone is ancient and damp. Under the moss, the three ancient characters have existed between heaven and earth for countless years. There are three characters engraved on it: Three Lives Stone!

At this moment, Ye Luo's mind suddenly appeared in his mind. The ancient scroll he saw in his hand that he had seen on the Bugui Boat.

There is a big reason why Ye Luo jumped without hesitation because it was related to the ancient scroll.

Because, on the ancient scroll, there are three seemingly ordinary ancient characters: Life and Death Book!

"The big rabbit is dead, the second rabbit looks at it, the third rabbit buys medicine, the fourth rabbit boils, the fifth rabbit dies, the sixth rabbit carries, the seventh rabbit digs a hole, the eighth rabbit buried, the nineth rabbit sits on the ground and cry, the tenth rabbit asks why it cry? The nineth rabbit says, the five rabbits will never come back."

Ye Luo stood on the edge of the fog and whispered the nursery rhyme again, remembering everything he had experienced before, the mouth on the deck of the boat, and the eight copper coffins on the top floor, and his body shook again.

Ye Luo took a step and walked into the fog.

...

Ancient dynasty in Zhongzhou.

"Click--"

In the center of the dynasty, one of the magical artifacts of the Zhongzhou Dynasty, the armillary sphere, suddenly stopped rotating, and a trace of careful crack appeared on the armillary sphere.

Above the sky, in the endless starry sky, there seemed to be a terrifying collision of destruction.

Along the armillary sphere, an old man in a Taoist robe with a breath surpassed the eternal giant, his body was shocked, and a trace of blood flowed out of his mouth.

Around him, several old ministers wearing ancient, mysterious, and supreme court uniforms, were shocked when they saw this scene. Among them, a middle-aged man with extremely ancient aura, wearing a dragon robe, could not see his true face, said: "Can't even the armillary sphere be deduced? What is hidden in the ghost village?"

"Your Majesty, at least the moment before the amphibian sphere stopped, some useful news came back. The Seventh Prince was still alive, and he might have jumped off the boat without returning." Next to the amphibian sphere, the old man wiped the blood from his mouth and stuck it on the amphibian sphere with an ancient talisman.

"The nine dragons pull the coffin, the holy mountain, the eternal ghost face, the ghost village, the red embroidered shoes, and even the fooled dog and the donkey that became countless years ago are all eternal mysteries that cannot be solved.

Now, these eternal mysteries are intersecting."

"Your Majesty, is it really necessary for us to spend such a huge price to know the secrets in that ghost village?"

...

Tiandao Academy.

"Mozi from various schools of thought is closest to the Forbidden Monster Forest. According to the information we have received, he has gone to himself. His granddaughter, Jiang Xiyue, has lost contact." An old man spoke.

"All the ancient forces in the Eastern Wilderness, the Northern Territory, the Southern Territory, and the Western Desert have also received some news at this time. Many powerful people have opened the ultra-long-distance teleportation array and arrived in Zhongzhou.

Taichung and ancient times. During these two periods, there were three emperors who had lost their lives in that ghost village. Other terrifying and supreme figures were even more unjust. Now, the Nine Dragons Coffin appeared on the Holy Mountain again.

This unprecedented prosperity may cause an unprecedented wave.”

...

Ghost village, in the yard, under the persimmon tree.

"You don't have to eat persimmons every day." At the door, the lonely woman looked at the innocent little girl, and a hint of regret flashed in her lonely eyes.

"Why? Persimmons are very sweet." The little girl paused for a moment, and a hint of doubt appeared in her eyes.

"This persimmon tree grew up with the legendary Mengpo soup. You had already drunk it once back then." The lonely woman looked at the persimmon tree and sighed slightly.

"What?" When the medicine jar heard it, his body froze again. When he took the persimmon from the nerd, he felt something unusual. He never expected that the persimmon tree had grown up with Mengpo soup.

But even Meng Po is just an existence in mythology and legends. Meng Po soup really exists?

What is this ghost village?

The medicine jar took a deep breath.

"Mengpo soup, persimmon?" The little girl looked confused. She didn't seem to understand at all, but these words seemed to have evoked the memories deep in her soul, which were already extremely faint.

In her crystal clear and pure eyes, for some reason, a string of sad tears were left.

"I, I understand, I know why she has only one day's memory. She eats this kind of persimmon every day, that is to say, her memory disappears every day." The nerd spoke in shock.

Then, the nerd remembered something again and said in shock: "No, who is she? Who is the village chief who tells her some memories every day? Hell, Mengpo Tang, is there really such a place between heaven and earth?"

Where even the Eternal Emperor has never mentioned, does it really exist?

"Ten Palaces of Hell, she is the ninth hall." At the door, the lonely woman, Meng, threw out another unacceptable and shocking news that people could not believe in in the seemingly plain tone.

"Yan, Yan Luo?" The nerd almost bit his tongue.

"I came here this time to find the truth of that year, and I also lost some of the memories of that year." The lonely woman turned her head and looked at the surging darkness outside the yard.

"Little, junior sister, please wait a moment, what is the truth, what was hell back then? Have those rumors really existed?"

...

Thousands of feet below, the end of the ruins.

Ye Luo stepped into the fog in one step.

Children's Rhymes, Ten Rabbits, Life and Death Book, and the Ten Palaces of Hell in the Legend, Ye Luo could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the answer to the nursery rhymes.

Ye Luo clearly remembers that the Book of Life and Death is only owned by the legendary Fifth Palace Hell!

If hell is not the hell in mythology, but a supreme, ancient, mysterious place before the ancient times, hidden endless secrets, then many things can be speculated.

Ye Luo took a step and had already walked into the fog.
Chapter completed!