Although the sky and the earth are dark, this place is filled with deep blue light. The light is not strong, but it presents everything clearly to everyone's vision.
The banks of the wide Forgetful River are covered with large patches of bright red flowers of the other shore, the colors are so bright that they seem as if they were cast from blood.
Everyone was among the flowers of the other shore, walking upstream along the Forgotten River.
All the ghosts and monsters in the Wangchuan River are walking in this direction. There must be something ahead.
Of course, the most important thing is that a man in ancient night clothes with his face covered was leading the way in front. Everyone didn’t know where to go and had to follow him.
The flames in the Forgotten River had long been put away by Luo Zheyu. He only released the flames to devour the souls that were trying to drag people into the river in order to help the people on the plane. He had no intention of destroying the Forgotten River.
"Um, may I ask, do you know where this place is?" The captain stood beside Luo Zheyu and asked him.
"Yellow Spring."
Luo Zheyu stared straight ahead at the road, his voice as clear and calm as spring water.
"The flames in the river earlier, were they your power?"
"Um."
"Do you know how we can get out of here?"
"have no idea."
"I don't know more about this place than you do. If I want to leave here, I can only find a way myself."
Some people wanted to ask something, but Luo Zheyu suddenly accelerated and walked forward quickly.
Obviously didn't want to talk anymore.
"Mom, this flower has such beautiful colors!" The little boy held his mother's hand, pointed at a Lycoris radiata and shouted, then stretched out his hand to pick one.
"Pa!" The little boy's mother happened to look down and saw it, and immediately hit his hand hard as he was about to pick the red spider lily.
"...Ooooooooooo..."
He was stunned for a moment, withdrew his hand, and cried softly in grievance.
"Don't pick these flowers. Don't even touch them. Do you hear me?"
The little boy pouted and nodded. Seeing him like this, the boy's mother softened her tone and threatened: "This is a carnivorous plant. It eats people. If you touch it, it will swallow you whole!"
"What if I touched it with my foot?" the boy raised his head and asked tearfully.
"If you touch it with your feet, it will eat your feet and you will no longer have feet."
When the boy heard this, he looked at the fiery red flowers around him with horror, and huddled close to his mother, afraid of touching the flowers.
Among the more than 200 people, most of them tried their best to avoid direct contact with the Lycoris radiata and walked very carefully.
But there was one exception, a thin middle-aged man with sparse hair and skin as white as if he had not been exposed to the sun for years. He half squatted down and took out a pair of small scissors, a roll of paper towels, and disposable plastic gloves from his backpack.
After putting on gloves, the middle-aged man wrapped his hands with a layer of paper towel, carefully cut a plant of Lycoris radiata with scissors, wrapped it with paper towel, and inserted it on the side of the backpack.
Only then did he quickly catch up with the people in front.
"...Mom, my bank card password is ***..."
The young woman said as she put the phone to her ear, wiping away her tears and carefully stepping around the bright red flowers at her feet.
"Ah!? What? I can't hear the password clearly. The phone is buzzing and the signal is too bad. By the way, Yunyun, aren't you on the plane now? Why are you calling me?"
The young woman was afraid that she couldn't hear clearly, so she turned on the speaker, and a loud female voice came out from the small speaker on her phone.
"I'm fine... No, I'm fine. I just want to tell you the password of your bank card so that you can withdraw the money..."
"Ah? Withdraw money? What do you want to withdraw money for? Yunyun, has something happened to you?" The middle-aged woman on the other end of the phone only heard a crackling noise and could barely make out the two words "withdraw money". When she thought that her daughter should have been on the plane and unable to communicate, but she called her at this time, she immediately became nervous.
The two hundred or so people followed Luo Zheyu one after another. Most of them were fiddling with their cell phones as they walked, constantly making calls and shouting into the phone at the top of their lungs, as if by doing so the person on the other end of the line would be able to hear their voices clearly.
"Yaoyaoling, help! We've crashed the plane... wuwuwuwu..."
"Hello, the signal is too poor. I can't hear what you are saying. Please repeat it again."
"I said, we crashed! Flight K***, crashed!"
"Pursuit? Are you being chased?"
"Plane crash! Plane crash! It fell into the river!"
"You mean someone fell into the water? Please tell me the exact location."
"It's not someone falling into the water, it's the plane that fell into the river!"
In the end, the person who called the police hung up the phone angrily, stared at the phone angrily for a long time, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.
"Send text messages! The phone signal is bad, everyone send text messages!"
After hearing this, everyone hung up the phone and stopped yelling at the person on the other end of the line, choosing to send a message.
Dozens of messages were sent out one after another, and in front of each message, there was a small circle spinning and loading, which made people feel anxious and irritated.
After sending the text message, GG tried to open the live broadcast room. She had told her viewers two days ago that she would no longer broadcast live, but the software had not been uninstalled yet.
After clicking in, the page was loaded unexpectedly quickly, and instantly a dozen viewers clicked into the live broadcast room.
【Lin Chi: GG you are back!!】
[Feng Xi: Where is this host? ]
【Feng Yu: The screen is stuck...】
[Su Shize: Hey, didn’t they say that this live broadcast room would be closed? Why is it back now? ]
[Master: Is it my internet connection or the host's? It took a while for the video to appear...]
"The internet is so good?" GG held up his phone and couldn't help but mutter.
[Cat of the Holy Sepulchre Mountain: Where is the best internet? ]
[Beauty blogger Mi Kailai: The anchor is speaking sarcastically 23333]
[Old speed racing driver: Stop.]
【Yuan Mobai: It's stuck. 】
[Selling sanitary napkins downstairs in the men's dormitory: There are so many red flowers around the anchor, which flower shop is this? ]
[Yi Zicheng said: !!! It's Lycoris radiata, a huge patch of it, it feels like the flowers of the underworld, my heart is beating! ]
[Infatuated with one look: Lycoris radiata, also known as Lycoris radiata. ]
[Fat House Chongtian: Lycoris, I suddenly think of grilled scallops, I really want to eat them QAQ]
GG didn't read the comments of the audience in the live broadcast room. He quickly left the live broadcast room to see if the text message he had just sent had been sent.
However, the text message still has not been sent, and there is a small spinning circle next to it.
"Zimo, have you sent the message?"
"Not yet, it says loading."
"That's strange..."
"My live broadcast room has a good signal. How's everyone else's signal? Has the text message been sent?"
GG raised his head and looked at the people walking behind him and asked loudly.
Everyone gathered around and watched GG's live broadcast room. Their text messages could not be delivered, but there was no direct display of no network status. It seemed that the signal was extremely poor.
【Fuxiezi: There are so many people. 】
[Sugar-coated egg roll peach macaroon: shivering...]
[Jiuhenmi: Why are you staring at the camera? It feels so weird...]
[Mentally disabled girl Yi Momo: It feels like I am surrounded by a group of people, hiding in a corner in fear.]
[A dream that drifts away with the wind: What the hell is GG doing? ]
The audience in the live broadcast room looked at the big faces that appeared on the screen, coming closer and staring at the camera, and quietly wrapped their clothes tightly.
After a while, those who were crowded in front of the camera began to disperse with murmurs, and the audience was not scared away.
GG faced the camera, waved, and forced a smile: "Hello everyone, welcome to the Huangquan Road live broadcast room, I am your anchor GG."
[SCP194: Yellow Spring Road?]
[Mei, I’m hungry: emmm]
[I’m just annoyed: The screen is so laggy! ]
[Error code: What the hell is this? The host's previous statement that he would no longer broadcast live was all bullshit. He just took his fans for a walk, changed his name, and came back to broadcast live. Huh.]
[The weasel’s wife: None of what the crappy anchor says is true.]
[Alien Visitor EK: It used to be a science live broadcast, but it suddenly became supernatural. It’s all a gimmick. Are you crazy to be famous? ]
[Evil Spirit Loves Me: It turns out that this is self-promotion. After watching the first two episodes, I really thought that the host had encountered a ghost. I was so worried about the host. ]
[Transplanting flowers and trees: You look good, so I suggest you just be a cute anchor. If you keep doing these things, you will get burned sooner or later. ]
[The Biting Rabbit: How come so many strange things sneaked into the live broadcast room today? ]
【Rice Cake Mustard: Upstairs 1, GG don't pay attention to them. 】
The first two live broadcasts were quite popular, attracting many unfamiliar viewers who were constantly making sarcastic comments in the comments.
GG's face turned cold, she was not short of money, she did the live broadcast just for fun and excitement. At the beginning, she wanted to prove that there were no ghosts in the world. Usually, when she saw some bad remarks, she just pretended not to see them and skipped them. But now she and Zimo were in the underworld, and it was still a question whether they could get out alive. She was in a very bad mood.
I don't want to serve these sarcastic people.
"If you think I'm lying, don't read this. Put down your keyboards and get out of here."
When those people heard this, their passion seemed to be ignited, and they became even more excited. They pressed the input box to mock GG in all aspects, and they were determined not to stop until they scolded her and she cried.
[Your points are insufficient, you cannot speak for the time being! ]
However, a line of words popped up in the input box.
This live broadcast software has a function that allows anchors to batch filter and restrict speech based on points.
You can get points by sending gifts to the anchor, and one of the functions is that those who do not have enough points cannot speak.
These people are all new viewers, and almost none of them have sent gifts to GG. At this time, GG has set speech restrictions, and none of them can send messages.
[Liuqu Baishu: 2333 We GG have a mine at home, so we don’t need to speculate to make money. ]
[Washing off the salt from the dried fish: You are restricted from speaking, right guys~]
"I'm sorry everyone. We were planning to block the live broadcast, but something unexpected happened and only the live broadcast room is available. I hope everyone won't jump to conclusions too soon about what I'm going to say next. If the live broadcast room is still available, you will know the truth then."
"...the plane we were on, number K***, has crashed. There are more than 200 passengers. We are all... in the underworld, the mythical hell underworld. Although this is unbelievable, it is true. Please call the police for us. Thank you."
As time went by, more and more viewers entered the live broadcast room. When they heard GG's speech, the barrage in the live broadcast room was suddenly flooded with comments, and most people did not believe it.
【Huan Juan: Hahahahahaha. 】
[Little E-chan~: I am dying of laughter. GG, how can you write such a script? It is too ridiculous. ]
【Zhen Gu Luo Zhui: 6666】
[It’s better to raise a cat than you: I’m confused, can there be a signal in the underworld, host? ]
[See GG use science to explain monsters: Is this the most ridiculous thing? The most ridiculous thing is that more than 200 people collectively took their real bodies to hell! ]
[The villain dies because he talks too much: maybe there will be a plane? The plane goes to hell? ]
GG said nothing, and switched the perspective of the live broadcast room to the rear camera, shooting the plane floating in the Forgotten River.
In the vast sky, dark red and black clouds surround each other, with occasional spots of different colors dotted among them. It is both mysterious and dangerous, and magnificent. Although there are not many colors, it looks colorful and fascinating.
The endless stretch of fiery red flowers on the ground bordered the sky. On the turbid and turbulent blood-yellow river, a huge plane lay quietly. In the river, there were many, endless twisted human figures struggling forward.
The audience in the live broadcast room was silent for a moment.
[Anshan Rice Cooker: ...I now believe that the host's family really has a mine. ]
[Little bastard: Big airplane! Throw it into the water! Oh my god!]
[The anchor’s pendant is so cute: What are the figures inside? Hired extras? How much would it cost to have so many people…]
[Top-grade daughter's red wine: This is a huge investment. ]
【Twenty-four: Don't think too much. Maybe GG made up the story based on the circumstances? But I'll eat this script. I'll take a screenshot and save it.】
[There is a ghost behind you: It smells really good. 】
[That guy: Why don’t you consider that what GG said is true? ]
[Su Dongzhi: Stop it, this is ridiculous.]
[The soy sauce party: No novel would dare to write like this, it would be criticized to death. ]
The audience didn't believe it, and GG had no choice but to wait. After a while, the news of the plane's loss of contact would come out, and then someone would believe her. Holding the phone all the way, so that the audience in the live broadcast room could have a good look at the scenery here, it wouldn't be a wasted trip.
"Um...what's your name?" GG pulled Zimo a few steps forward, caught up with Luo Zheyu who was walking briskly with his long legs in front of him, and tried to strike up a conversation.
Even though she knew that the other person was not a human being, but a "spirit" transformed from a mobile phone doll pendant, GG was not afraid at all because the other person had saved her many times.
This look is so heart-wrenching...
Luo Zheyu turned his head and looked at her, his brown eyes sparkling and sharp as a knife.
GG was inexplicably nervous, his heart was pounding, and he breathed lightly.
"My name is Luo Zheyu."
The other party answered her, and was much more talkative than when he was hanging on the phone like a puppet...
No, when the other person was a puppet, he didn't talk at all and ignored her.
GG was excited and was about to ask again when Luo Zheyu suddenly stopped.
“Here I come.”
He said.
He clenched his right hand, and a huge black sickle wrapped in a blazing silver-white flame instantly appeared in his hand.
The sky is the curtain, with the bright red flowers of the other shore and the rolling waters of the Forgetful River as embellishments. Luo Zheyu holds a black sickle as tall as a person, his figure is as slender as jade, and a black nightgown outlines his body lines. A scarf covers his cheeks, and some hair is scattered on his forehead, blowing in the wind. His eyes are clear and sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath, and his momentum is as strong as a rainbow.
More than two hundred people behind him were dumbfounded, their eyes reflecting his tall and slender figure holding a sickle.
GG stood beside him, staring at him with wide eyes, and the live broadcast screen in his hand happened to capture his profile.
[The moon reflects the flowers and birds, and autumn comes: Ahhhh! ]
【Five-seven-thirty-five: I...Oh my god, I believe you GG!!!】
【Young Master: Cool, cool, cool! 】
[Ghosts are the spiritual wealth of the world: I believe whatever you say, just tell me the little brother's contact information! ]
[Zi Fei Yu Fei Yu: So handsome, so handsome that it makes me...]
[My Wu Xie: Nosebleeding]
[The stone chicken who loves painting the most: I declare again that I am the black face towel. ]
[Studying is so tiring: Go away upstairs, the face towel is mine! The person is mine too! ]
【Seventy-nine: prprpr】
【Memories and the future: Take screenshots and save them as screen savers, and wake up to your handsomeness every day.】
【Lou Ge: Thank you GG, thank you for the benefits! 】
…………
In the distance, two people were approaching quickly. Their figures appeared on the left and then on the right. They disappeared from sight and suddenly reappeared, much closer to the crowd.
The two people who came were both human, wearing official uniforms, one had an ox head and the other had a horse face, they held hook sticks in their hands, had solemn expressions and sharp eyes.
They should be the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons, showing their strength to deter the enemy from thinking that they are all weak and trying to capture them, leading to a meaningless battle. Luo Zheyu directly summoned his sickle.
Sure enough, the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons stopped in front of the crowd.
"Who are you? You are destroying the water of my Forgotten River—"
Niutou sang in a flat voice and steady tone.
"By order of the King of Hell, I will take you to the King of Hell's Palace—"
The Horse-Faced Guard sang with no expression on his face.
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