Chapter 1191: Going up the Bridge

Da da da!

The Gatling-like weapon fired wildly at the San Sheng Stone, with blue flames spurting out from the muzzle. The bullets hit the San Sheng Stone and actually penetrated into it. Rows of bullets forcibly carved the three words "An Tianzuo" on the San Sheng Stone.

"Old Zhao, you are in charge of the command here. Everyone stay here and wait for us to come back." An Tianzuo said as he walked towards Naihe Bridge.

"General..." Lu Bushun and An Jingyu both wanted to say something, but An Tianzuo waved his hand to stop them.

"This is an order." An Tianzuo said as he walked to the Naihe Bridge.

As he walked, the robot-like creature had transformed into armor and wrapped around his body.

"What is that?" Zhou Wen looked at An Tianzuo in surprise.

When the armor wrapped around his body, An Tianzuo's figure had disappeared from the eyes of ordinary people. Only Zhou Wen could still see him. There was no doubt that this was the result of terror.

But An Tianzuo himself was not transformed into a terrifying being. Instead, it was the robot-like creature that transformed into armor.

If it was a guardian, it would be understandable, but it was not a guardian, and there was no aura of a guardian at all.

In fact, Zhou Wen had seen An Tianzuo use something similar before. That should be his soul, but this soul now is very different from before. This difference is not entirely due to the result of fear, but seems to be mixed with other factors.

"Could it be that An Tianzuo didn't use the mythical liquid himself, but instead allowed his soul to fuse with something similar to the mythical liquid?" Zhou Wen guessed in his heart, but he didn't know if his guess was right.

"General, I'll go ahead. You wait a while before going up." An Sheng hurried over, wanting to step onto the Naihe Bridge before An Tianzuo.

But a spoon stopped them all. The white-haired old woman held a bowl of soup in her other hand and said expressionlessly, "Only after drinking the Wangchuan soup can you cross the Naihe Bridge."

An Sheng took the bowl without hesitation, took a look at the yellow smoke rolling in the bowl, put it to his mouth, and swallowed all the yellow smoke in the bowl in one breath.

An Tianzuo watched An Sheng from the side and did not stop her, but Zhou Wen was very nervous.

"General, I'm fine. I still have my memory." An Sheng waited for a while to make sure he hadn't lost his memory, then said to An Tianzuo, "General, I'll go up the bridge first. Once I reach the other side, if there's no problem, you can go up the bridge."

As he spoke, An Sheng stepped onto the Naihe Bridge and walked cautiously towards the other side.

Every few steps, An Sheng would turn around and shout, but Zhou Wen and the others could only see him opening his mouth but could not hear any sound. Although they were only a short distance away, it was as if an invisible barrier blocked his voice.

Naihe Bridge is an arch bridge. After Ansheng walked across the highest point of the bridge, his body suddenly disappeared, as if he had stepped into another world.

Seeing this, An Tianzuo picked up a bowl of Wangchuan soup and drank it all in one gulp. He turned around, glanced at Zhou Wen and said, "Don't take Ya'er to take risks. Leave her here."

After saying that, An Tianzuo walked onto the Naihe Bridge.

Zhou Wen did not let go of Yaer. Although An Tianzuo was indeed doing it for Yaer's own good, Zhou Wen still thought it was safer to keep Yaer by his side.

Zhou Wen reached out to take the Wangchuan soup, but his hand was blocked by the white-haired grandmother's spoon.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Wen asked with a frown.

An Tianzuo also stopped and looked at the white-haired grandmother. Lu Bushun and others also gathered around.

"You don't have to drink it." The white-haired old woman took back the spoon and said expressionlessly.

"I don't need to drink soup to go across the bridge?" Zhou Wen looked at the white-haired grandmother with some confusion. Lu Bushun and others also looked puzzled.

"Yes." The white-haired grandmother replied.

"Why?" Zhou Wen asked.

"No reason. You don't have to go if you don't want to." The white-haired grandmother still had that dead expression, as if nothing was worthy of her emotion.

Zhou Wen was a little depressed. If he had known that he didn't need to drink the Forgetful River Soup, why would he have gone to so much trouble to leave his name on the Three Lives Stone?

"What about her?" Zhou Wen said, pointing at Yaer in his arms.

The white-haired grandmother didn't say anything, but just handed over a bowl of Wangchuan soup.

Ya'er looks like a child, but her soul is not. Without waiting for Zhou Wen to say anything, she directly took the Wangchuan Soup and drank it in one gulp.

An Tianzuo did not move forward immediately. After seeing that Yaer had finished drinking the Forgetful River Soup and had not lost her memory, he turned and walked to the other side of the bridge.

"If there is any danger, go back first." Zhou Wen said to Li Xuan.

"Don't worry, if there is danger, I can run faster than anyone else." Li Xuan said with a smile.

"Then I feel relieved." He turned around, hugged Yaer, and walked onto the Naihe Bridge.

Who would have thought that Zhou Wen had not walked far on the bridge when the antelope and the bird actually followed him. The white-haired old woman took a look at them and did not stop them, nor did she let them drink the Forgetful River Soup.

The bird landed directly on Zhou Wen's shoulder, and the antelope followed slowly behind him, looking like they were on a trip, and occasionally looking at the Forgetful River under the bridge.

Zhou Wen was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the antelope would follow him. He didn't know what this guy was planning.

Seeing Zhou Wen walking on the Naihe Bridge with a bird and a sheep, Lu Bushun and others looked strange.

"Well, old lady, if they can cross the bridge without drinking the Forgetful River Soup, can we do it too?" Lu Bushun couldn't help but run to the bridge, forced a smile on his fat face, and asked the white-haired old lady.

The white-haired old woman ignored him and just knocked on the bowl with a spoon. The meaning was very clear: if you want to go across the bridge, you should drink the soup first.

"This is unfair. Why can they not drink the soup, but we must?" Lu Bushun said deliberately with dissatisfaction. In fact, he wanted to get the reason from the white-haired mother-in-law.

The white-haired grandmother rolled her eyes and smashed the spoon in her hand directly on Lu Bushun's head, smashing his body directly into the soil, with only his head sticking out, like a radish planted in the ground.

"Do you think it's fair now?" the white-haired grandmother asked coldly.

"It's fair, so fair." Lu Bushun couldn't move, so he could only force a flattering smile on his face and nodded repeatedly.

Zhou Wen walked onto the Naihe Bridge and then looked into the Wangchuan River. The scenery he saw this time was different from what he saw on the shore.

I saw that there was no bottomless abyss under the bridge, nor was there billowing yellow smoke. There was only a small river underneath. The water was clear and not deep. However, under the bridge, there were skeletons everywhere, covering the entire riverbed, like hell.

Looking at the bridge from the outside, it seems to have no end, but when you actually get on the bridge, you find that it is not very long. Zhou Wen didn't walk far before he reached the top of the arch bridge. He took a step forward and the scene in front of him changed again.

(End of this chapter)