"They must come back safely." Looking at the direction where they disappeared, Geng Jingrou couldn't hide her worry.

"We should believe in them, they can definitely bring Manzhushahua back." They have gone through so many hardships, because they firmly believe in their hearts, so they can pass through every time. This time, they must be able to do so. An Yechen reached out to comfort his worried wife.

"Amber is right. If she can't even deal with such things, then she is not Anlolo." No one can doubt Anlolo's resilience. No matter how difficult it is, she can survive it, let alone being with her beloved, the power of love is great.

"Yes, we should believe her more actively, and we should prepare the antidote and wait for them to bring Manzhushahua back." The people in Xiangxi depended on them.

At this moment, everyone's face was filled with the same smile, hope and expectation.

On the Netherworldly Road, there was a gloomy and strange aura everywhere, and there were often sorrowful and crying sounds.

The ring of the red strait flower has automatically returned to their hands.

Walking on the dark and dark road, An Luoluo felt goose bumps all over her body and visit her. White shadows floated by her from time to time. Now they are the so-called lonely ghosts, and their ears are filled with the resentment that disturbs the mind.

"Loluo, are you afraid?" Situran held her tightly, and found that her hands were a little cold, and asked a little worriedly.

"I'm not afraid, I just feel a little too gloomy." An Luoluo approached his side and saw those feetless wandering souls swaying in front of her, she felt a little creepy.

"This is the underworld, it is inevitable that it will be gloomy. Let's go faster and reach the other side of the Forgetful River." Situ Ran pulled her faster and walked towards the direction Miao Yuhua gave them.

"Stop." Suddenly, a loud shout came from their reaching hands.

Situ Ran and An Luoluo were shocked. Before they came here, Miao Yuhui had already used witchcraft to help them hide the human breath. Can't they hide it from the ghost messengers? They looked at each other and were about to turn around when they heard the cold voice with anger: "You have done so many evil things in your lifetime, so you should go to the eighteenth level of to be punished. Where else do you want to go?"

Uh? An Luoluo turned his head slightly and looked back. He saw two ghost officers escorting a ghost, and the ghost was actually Qiu Yunfeng. She was shocked. When he saw her, he seemed a little surprised. She reached out and pulled Situran's sleeve.

Situ Ran followed her eyes and saw Qiu Yunfeng's ghost, with a cold face without any expression.

"Take it away." Two ghost messengers rushed him to the darker place.

Qiu Yunfeng looked at them with shock for a moment, then turned his head sadly and stopped looking at them.

"It turns out that if you do something bad, you will really go to the eighteen levels of ." Looking at their shadows gradually fading away, An Luoluo swallowed a mouthful of saliva in horror. After she died, I wonder if she would go to the eighteen levels of too?

"Are you scared?" Looking at her horrified expression, Situ Ran couldn't help laughing.

"The eighteenth level of , I want to go up to the oil pan to the mountain, of course I am afraid." A gust of cold wind blew, and An Luoluo shivered coldly. It was a deadly underworld.
Chapter completed!