Chapter 1186: Forgetful River Soup
Zhou Wen could see the terrified Li Xuan, and saw the data stream on his body flashing continuously, like an intelligent computer processing calculations at high speed.
Although Zhou Wen didn't know much about Li Xuan's ability to turn people into fear, it seemed that the effect of the Thousand Year Dream on him was not that strong.
After about half an hour, the high-speed data flow in Li Xuan's body finally stopped, and his sleeping body suddenly woke up.
After escaping from the state of terror, Li Xuan's body fell heavily to the ground.
"Does this mean you've passed the dream punishment? Do you want to try again?" Li Xuan looked at the white-haired grandmother and asked.
But when he looked again, he found that the white-haired old woman was no longer in the torture room.
Zhou Wen and others did not notice when the white-haired old woman disappeared.
"What's going on? It should be considered over, right?" Li Xuan walked out of the torture room.
Boom!
Li Xuan had just walked out of the torture room when he heard a loud noise. The last gate of Huangquan City slowly opened, revealing a path leading to the outside.
Zhou Wen felt a little strange that he didn't see the Lord of Huangquan City. The Lord of Huangquan City whom he met last time he came here seemed to have completely disappeared this time and had not appeared from beginning to end.
And as the gate of Huangquan City opened, the scenery outside was not a desert, but a bridge.
The stone bridge stretched far into the distance, but one could not see the end. Yellow smoke was billowing under the bridge, and nothing could be seen.
At the head of the stone bridge, there sat the white-haired old woman from the torture chamber in the dream. However, there was no stone table in front of her now. There was only a big pot. Something seemed to be boiling in the pot, but there was also billowing smoke, and it was unclear what was boiling.
"Could this be the legendary Naihe Bridge and Mengpo Soup?" When Lu Bushun saw the bridge and the big pot, his expression became very strange.
In fact, after seeing this scene, other people probably had the same idea as him.
The legends of Naihe Bridge and Mengpo Soup are well known to everyone in the East District.
Legend has it that ghosts will appear after people die. If the ghost wants to reincarnate, it must drink a bowl of Meng Po soup to wash away the memories of the previous life before it can reincarnate as a clean soul.
All living beings in the three realms and six paths must drink a bowl of this soup when they are reincarnated, which shows how magical and strange Meng Po soup is.
After crossing the Naihe Bridge, you will reach the real underworld, which is not a place for living people to go.
At this point, even if the place ahead really is hell, Zhou Wen and his companions can only give it a try.
An Tianzuo led his men towards the stone bridge. Zhou Wen and Li Xuan looked at each other and also walked towards the stone bridge together.
"There are no old friends on the road to the underworld. If you want to step onto the Naihe Bridge, you must first drink a bowl of Wangchuan Soup." When An Tianzuo and others approached the stone bridge, the white-haired old woman spoke.
"Since this is really the Forgetful River and the Naihe Bridge, then this soup should be the Mengpo Soup that can make people forget their past and present lives, right?" An Jingyu asked.
"I only know about Wangchuan Soup, but I don't know what Mengpo Soup is." The white-haired old woman answered calmly without any change in her expression.
"Aren't you Meng Po?" asked Lu Bushun.
"I'm just a bridge keeper. I only know how to guard the bridge and sell soup. I've long forgotten my name." The white-haired old woman still had the same expression, as if everything had nothing to do with her.
"So, will drinking your soup make people lose their memory?" Lu Bushun asked again.
"Yes." The white-haired grandmother replied.
"Can I cross the bridge without drinking the soup?" Lu Bushun asked again without giving up.
"Sure." The white-haired grandmother's answer was somewhat unexpected to everyone.
But then the white-haired old lady continued, "As long as you die, you can still cross the Naihe Bridge without drinking the Forgetful River Soup."
"General, it seems we have no choice but to force our way through." Lu Bushun whispered to An Tianzuo.
"We can't force our way in," Zhou Wen said.
Although I have never seen this white-haired woman who claims to be the bridge keeper take action, judging from the reaction of the antelope, her strength is definitely at the disaster level. Moreover, this is her territory. If a real fight breaks out, let alone saving people, I don’t know how many people can survive.
"If you drink the soup, you will forget everything. What else can you do if you don't force your way in?" Lu Bushun looked at Zhou Wen and asked back.
Zhou Wen walked up to the white-haired grandmother and looked over at the Naihe Bridge. He could not see anything. All he could see was a billowing yellow smoke. He did not know how deep the Wangchuan River below was.
"Excuse me, about ten days ago, did a group of humans come here?" Zhou Wen asked.
"I forgot. I only sell soup and don't look at people." The white-haired grandmother answered expressionlessly.
"Did you sell soup ten days ago?" Zhou Wen was not impatient and asked after thinking for a while.
"I have sold it." This time the white-haired grandmother answered Zhou Wen's question.
"Can you tell me how many bowls you sold that time?" Zhou Wen asked again.
"Eight bowls." replied the white-haired grandmother.
"That's right, it should be Madam Lan and the others. Judging from the traces and information outside, there should have been eight of them who retreated into Huangquan City at that time." Lu Bushun said happily.
An Tianzuo and An Sheng were also cheered up. Mrs. Lan and the others were probably still alive, which was naturally good news.
"Did they all drink the soup?" An Tianzuo asked.
"To cross the Naihe Bridge, one must drink the Wangchuan Soup, unless he is dead." The white-haired old woman replied.
"Is it possible to drink the Forgetful Soup without losing your memory?" An Tianzuo asked again.
"There is a Three Lives Stone in the Forgetful River. If you can carve your name on the Three Lives Stone, you will not lose your memories of your past and present lives even if you drink the Forgetful Soup." The white-haired old woman replied.
"Where is the Three Lives Stone?" Lu Bushun asked hurriedly.
"In the Forgetful River." The white-haired grandmother's answer this time disappointed everyone.
No one knows how big or deep this river of yellow smoke is, and no one knows what the Three Lives Stone looks like. It is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"Young Master Wen..." An Sheng looked at Zhou Wen. It seemed a little too difficult to find the Three Lives Stone now. If possible, it would be fastest to rush over directly.
But Zhou Wen had said before that they couldn't force their way in, so An Sheng wanted to ask Zhou Wen's opinion.
"Let's look for it." Zhou Wen looked towards the Wangchuan River, wanting to find the legendary Three Lives Stone.
The legendary Three Lives Stone is a place that records past and present lives, but it seems that there are some discrepancies between this place and the legend.
Lu Bushun and others saw An Tianzuo, and they still followed An Tianzuo's lead.
"Find the Three Lives Stone." An Tianzuo glanced at Zhou Wen, then turned his gaze to the Forgetful River.
"Commander, you can use companion pets here. Let me try it." said an officer.
Zhou Wen and his companions also discovered that this place was different from Huangquan City. There was no forbidden power prohibiting flying and companion pets.
An Tianzuo nodded, and the officer summoned a large silver eagle. Under his control, the eagle flew towards the Wangchuan River. Just as it touched the yellow smoke in the river, it was suddenly pulled into the yellow smoke as if by something, and then disappeared. The eagle pattern on the officer's body also disappeared.
Good night.
(End of this chapter)
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