Chapter 41: Ancient ruins

When we came near the golden beam of light, the vision of heaven and earth had gradually disappeared. It was not surprising that this was just a vision, not the sun, and it was impossible to shine for ten days and a half months.
Ning Chen looked at the big crack on the ground, frowning and frowning, and had no interest in going down.
He came to seek treasure, but not to find death. With such a big crack, even if there is a treasure, there is a life to death.
Ning Chen wanted to go, but the little white horse held Ning Chen's sleeves.
"You are a horse, where is such a curiosity"
Ning Chen frowned and yelled, this guy is more and more humane, but you are a horse, humane and hairy.
However, no matter how Ning Chen reprimanded, Xiao Baima still did not relax, and even dragged Ning Chen to the crack.
Ever seen anyone bullying a disabled person? Ning Chen has seen many, but this is the first time he has seen a horse bullying a disabled person!
"Really want to go?"
Ning Chen was very hot and impatient.
"Huh"
There was a cry in the little white horse's throat, indicating his attitude.
"Then go"
Ning Chen replied that he was not afraid of a horse, and what he was afraid of.
The crack is very steep and looks deep. Ning Chen will draw out his ink sword and insert it into the soil frozen by the cold winter, untwisting the reins on the head of the little white horse and binding it to the wheelchair along the waist and abdomen.
Then, Ning Chen in the wheelchair even jumped off the crack calmly with the little white horse.
Who is the most terrifying person in the world?
Not horizontal, not stunned, but deadly!
Nowadays Ning Chen and Xiao Baima obviously directly surpassed Heng and Leng, and directly rose to death.
After jumping off the crack, Ning Chen took the ink sword and waited for a foot or so to drop the ink sword into the cracked frozen soil.
"La La La"
Mo Jian drew a half-foot-long fan shape, and immediately stabilized. For a time, the dust flew, and it was scattered everywhere.
Below, the pony hangs underneath the wheelchair, playing on the swing, and his body is bloodied by the reins.
"You should lose weight"
Ning Chen said annoyingly that he would be fooling around with this beast, and it was really a free mind.
The little white horse suffered very much and was tied to the waist and abdomen with a rein, but he was stubbornly without pain. This is very similar to someone. When his temperament is up, he is more stubborn than a donkey.
Ning Chen pulled out his ink sword, and fell off again suddenly. Then, a hatchet was inserted into the frozen ground.
This time Ning Chen was miscalculated. The place that was bent by the old was twisted again. Immediately, the hatchet was bent into a weird arc, like a blown twist.
Then, one person and one horse failed to stop the fall and continued to fall.
"It's really cheap and not good"
Ning Chen threw away the hatchet, blamed the Academy Road in his mouth, and the Mo Jian immediately relayed.
In this way, I don't know how long it took. One person and one horse finally fell to the bottom of the crack. Ning Chen's tossing was covered with mud. The horse hair on the little white horse was also dropped by the reins.
The hairless phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken, and the shed white horse is not as good as a donkey. The little white horse that was handsome and handsome just now is just like the one who has just been cooked and plucked.
"What did you say we did?"
In the dark black cracks, Ning Chen and Xiao Baima stared at each other with extreme discomfort.
"Huh"
The little white horse responded with dissatisfaction and turned to go, but hit the stone wall with one end, and the painful horse's mouth was straight.
"The"
Ning Chen took out a fire fold from his body, and after blowing it, followed the light of the fire, ignoring the little white horse, and walked toward the only road ahead.
The road is very long, very long, very long, and endless, Ning Chen is getting annoyed and tired, and his attitude towards Xiaobaima is even worse.
The little white horse did not dare to resist, and the occasional whine represented dissatisfaction, but was suppressed by a more intense storm.
About half an hour later, when Huozizi was almost finished, Ning Chen finally saw a glimmer of light in front.
One person and one horse excited, speeding up, came to the light, Ning Chen holding the ink sword, a sword split open the hole sky blocked by rock and soil.
With a loud bang, the rock and soil collapsed, and the sight of the scene shocked two pairs of big eyes instantly.
At present, it is difficult to describe. Nine bends and eighteen bends, like the meridians in a person. There are corridors everywhere. The soil is also very different from the previous rock and soil.
"Aren't we going to hell?"
Ning Chen glanced at the dark red world ahead, turned his head, and asked with difficulty.
"Huh"
The little white horse replied and couldn't understand it, but the expression on the horse's face also shows that the horse is also shocked.
"keep walking"
When Ning Chen gritted his teeth, he was still afraid of a fart when he came down.
There are many roads ahead, and Ning Chen doesn't care about anything. He directly chooses the biggest, the widest, and the brightest. He doesn't know what is ahead anyway. It doesn't make any difference to him.
Xiao Baima didn't even have any opinion. Whichever way Ning Chen took, he followed which way.
Two minutes later, one person and one horse came back again.
So there is a dead end ahead, nothing ...
"Which one do you choose?"
Ning Chen looked at the remaining roads and gritted his teeth.
Little White Horse hesitated and wandered in front of each road for a while, and finally chose the smallest, narrowest and darkest road.
"you sure?"
Ning Chen asked reluctantly.
"Huh"
Little White Horse responded.
"Listen to you once"
Ning Chen's heart was horizontal, and he turned the wheelchair and walked toward the small corridor in front of it.
A quarter of an hour later, one person and one horse came back ...
Ning Chen blacked his face, thinking about roasting the little white horse.
With seven roads left, Ning Chen did not know how to choose, glanced at the ink sword in his hand, stood on the ground, and then the ink sword fell.
"Just this one"
Ning Chen pointed to the direction pointed by the sword handle of Mo Jian and decided without hesitation.
Aside, Xiao Baima gave a soft cheer and expressed dissatisfaction with Ning Chen's arbitrary attitude.
"Don't follow me if you have the skill"
Ning Chen glanced sideways at the little white horse, and said with contempt.
The little white horse stopped, and followed up honestly.
Facts have proved that Ning Chen's random choice is correct. After about half an hour, the scene before him changed again.
A river, a very wide river, dark yellow river water, bubbling a little bit of bubbles, and even a light smell came out.
Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he remembered a legend from his previous life, in which a river he mentioned was very similar.
It is rumored that in the underworld, there is a river running before the underworld, named weak water.
Three thousand weak waters, non-dead difficulty.
"We are in trouble"
Ning Chen grabbed a hair at random and threw it into the water, only to see her hair drift away, slowly sinking into the water without a trace of waves.
Seeing this scene, the little white horse was obviously surprised, and the horseshoe unconsciously stepped back two steps away from the weak water.
Ning Chen scoffed at this, and he believed that the river would definitely be able to cross, but he hadn't thought of a way yet.
Rumor has it that there is a bottomless wooden boat in the weak water, which is the only thing that can cross the weak water, just don't know if this rumor is true or not.
Many legends of the previous life have become a reality in this world. The bull head and horse face, black and white impermanence, and even the weak water have appeared. Ning Chen believes that even if there are bottomless ships, it is not a strange thing.
Ning Chen turned his wheelchair and walked on the riverbank. Suddenly, after seeing his body, he saw the legendary things again.
Yellow Spring Flower.
According to legend, the strange flower that grows at the bottom of the weak water can live forever after being taken, but after taking this flower, the body will gradually rot and become an immortal state. Therefore, Huang Quanhua is also a poisonous flower.
Ning Chen looked at it for a long time, but he dared not pick it. In this weak water, no one could guarantee his life. He was not afraid of death, but he did not want to find it.
"Huh"
At this moment, the little white horse walked to Ning Chen, his mouth snorted, and then bit the latter's clothes to make him look in a pile of garbage about ten feet away from the river bank not far ahead.
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, changed the direction of the wheelchair, and walked towards the garbage dump.
Call it a garbage dump, because there are both bones, broken wood, rotten clothes, etc. Among them, there is a broken boat.
More importantly, the ship is bottomless.
Ning Chen dragged the boat out in silence, then dragged the boat into the weak water a little bit.
The next moment, Ning Chen was even more silent.
The boat really floated!
This is beyond the scope of his understanding. As a person from the atheistic world, it is really difficult to believe the facts before him.
Ning Chen silently took a few pieces of broken wood from the dump, built a few places to rest on the broken boat, and then led the little white horse together and walked up.
Since I don't know why, I went on and looked at what was left after the weak water.
Ning Chen used a piece of broken wood as a paddle and slowly paddled across the river. The little white horse stood on the bed, trembling with fear, and looked terrified.
Ning Chen frowned, scolding, "What is terrible, but it's not for you to jump down"
The little white horse whispered in a low voice, better, his body was not shaking, but the four hoofs were still shaking, obviously still afraid.
Ning Chen ignored it, rowing the boat, and quietly paying attention to whether there was any danger on the other side.
He did not believe that there would be no danger in such a weird place.
Little White Horse can't count on it, it can perform well even if it doesn't scare itself to jump.
The result proved that it was Ning Chen who thought much about it. There were no ox ghosts ~ snake gods, no ghosts and ghosts, and no skeleton frame even appeared.
But the weak water was much wider than he had imagined, and he spent a quarter of an hour on the broken ship before slowly drifting to the other side.
The broken ship may still be useful. Ning Chen also towed the broken ship ashore to prevent it from being washed away by weak water.
The little white horse stood on the shore, no longer trembling, and a pair of horses stared straight ahead.
Ning Chen also felt that the atmosphere in front was wrong, and there seemed to be something staring at them again.
"go"
Ning Chen sank Shen Xinshen and immediately walked towards the front.
Regardless of whether it is a prefecture or not, they have already come here, they must go in to see if they are dead or alive.
The little white horse also went up, and the horseshoe stepped obviously heavier.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Ning Chen's hand to turn the wheelchair stopped, looking at the door in front of him, and the four large characters engraved on the door, and his eyes narrowed even more.
"Netherlands"
The four big characters of dragon dance and phoenix dance are not difficult to recognize. The typefaces are very eloquent and very powerful. There is even a kind of unspeakable magic that makes it difficult to move away at a glance.
Ning Chen felt it was difficult to speak in his heart. It might be the same to him if he was anybody else. If this was not a prank by Yongye Gods, it would be really shocking.
If the dwelling exists, then the king of kings and the king of dzang.
If the Underworld is true, where is the Pluto!
Ning Chen slowly pushed open the door in front of him. He wanted to see what the world after this Netherworld was!