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"Wow! What’s going on? What kind of broken boat is this? It's going to sink!" Xiang Xueer exclaimed, grabbing the edge of the boat in a panic, cold sweat running down her face. Although I can swim, I really don’t want to end up in this filthy water.
She frowned as she looked at the other two people. The three of them seemed as steady as a mountain, but White Impermanence was even more exaggerated, lying on the side and actually sleeping, bubbles coming out of his nose.
The Ferry Man turned his head and smiled, "It's fine, it's fine, don't be nervous. There are only some water ghosts in this water who never come back to life. They are harmless; they just like to cause trouble. It will be fine soon!"
"Water ghosts? And they never come back to life?" Xiang Xueer felt a chill run down her spine. If a broken river is this scary, then this Rakshasa King, looking all human-like, is really causing trouble with such perverse things. What a hassle!
"What’s wrong? Are you scared?" Black Wuchang, sitting on the boat with his arms crossed, leaned against the side and glared at her with a look of amusement.
"Scared? What’s there to be scared of? It's just a water ghost! This young lady has never known how to write the word 'fear' since birth!" Hua Ling stammered amidst the noise but suddenly felt a cold sensation on her hand, which was quite strange.
She turned her head to look at the hand resting on the edge of the boat and saw a pale white hand slowly reaching out from the water, gently stroking her fingers.
One second, two seconds, three seconds—“Ah…” A woman's scream erupted from the river, echoing for hundreds of meters.
"What happened? What happened?" White Impermanence, who had been sleeping on the boat, suddenly sat up with a start, wiping drool from his mouth and nervously looking around.
Black Wuchang covered his ears, nearly bursting from the noise, and shouted with stars in his eyes, "What are you screaming for? Are you trying to kill someone?"
"Woo! Dead pervert, I’ll kill you!" Xiang Xueer swung her hand wildly at that suddenly appearing ghostly hand. Just thinking about that pale hand made her feel nauseous.
"What kind of place is this? Are we there yet?" Xiang Xueer complained loudly. The Ferry Man patted his chest and took a while to calm down: "Oh my! You scared me so much with your sudden scream! My heart almost stopped!"
Black Wuchang looked disdainfully at the river for a long time and shrugged with a laugh: "Tch, you're an Exorcist? Even scared by a little ghost like that? You talk so fiercely to us but scream like this; you've scared all these lonely souls and wild ghosts into hiding. It's really peaceful now."
These two guys really know how to talk back. If it weren't for my important matters at hand, I would have dealt with you both already for laughing at me—how dare you!
"Creek, creek!" The small boat sailed smoothly, and the Ferry Man noticed her serious expression. To help ease her tension, he began to sing, swaying his head: "The flower on the other shore blooms on the other side, blooming for a thousand years, falling for a thousand years. You are the leaf, and I am the flower; the flower and leaf never meet..."
"Hey? Sir, what song are you singing?" Xiang Xueer asked with a smile, feeling less nervous after his singing. "I still prefer heavy metal music."
The Ferry Man stretched his bamboo pole and slowly approached the shore. Pointing to a vast expanse of red on the opposite side, he said with a smile, "Child, after crossing the Sanzu River, those flowers will be the other shore flowers!"
Sanzu River? Hua Ling turned to look at the wide river that seemed endless and realized that the river full of water ghosts was actually called Sanzu River.
Finally reaching the shore, they had to pass through a sea of red other shore flowers. Continuing forward, they would see a Small Bridge with three large characters written on it: "Naihe Bridge."
Hmph, there are really many strange names in this Underworld. She firmly remembered the locations they passed through; after saving Lian Cheng Xue, she would need to go through this place to exit the Underworld.
As the three walked toward the bridge, they suddenly saw a beautiful woman standing at the bridgehead. This woman had red lips and white teeth, skin like snow, and wore a light blue ancient long dress that made her figure appear graceful.
When she turned around, it was as if Halley's Comet had collided with Earth. With her almond-shaped eyes wide open and her delicate face tilted up, she was puffing on an out-of-place pipe.
"Oh wow, so non-mainstream!" Xiang Xueer pouted and sighed. This Underworld actually had such stunning beauties; however, seeing her with that pipe was quite disappointing.
Just then, Black Wuchang came running over with a big grin on his face, laughing foolishly at the beauty: "Hey! Meng Po, long time no see!"
"Meng your second uncle! Long time no see my foot; I saw you just an hour ago." The woman called Meng Po rolled her eyes, took down her pipe, and blew a cloud of thick smoke right into Black Wuchang's face.
"Cough cough cough!" Black Wuchang was choked by the thick smoke and couldn't speak for a while. Meng Po kicked him in the butt and scolded him: "I told you, you sissy, where did you find another woman?"
White Impermanence covered his butt with one hand but still smiled at her and quickly explained: "It has nothing to do with me; she's looking for Yan Wang!"
Xiang Xueer covered her mouth and chuckled secretly, not expecting Black Wuchang to be so arrogant. Upon seeing Meng Po, he acted like a little lamb. It seems that the power of love is indeed astonishing.
"Um?" Meng Po reached out to tap her teeth and glanced at Xiang Xueer's oddly expressive face. Seeing her giggling, she stepped forward with an annoyed expression and said, "Hey, what are you looking at? Never seen a beauty before?"
Beauty? Xiang Xueer was taken aback for a moment. Earlier, she heard Black and White Impermanence call her Meng Po. Could it be that this is the Meng Po from the Underworld in the TV drama who specializes in giving forgetfulness water?
Thinking about future plans and the possibility of encountering her again, Xiang Xueer quickly scratched her head in surprise, stared at her up and down for a while, and shook her head in admiration, saying, "Wow! I've seen beautiful women, but I've never seen such a young beauty!"
"Ah?" Meng Po widened her almond-shaped eyes and stared at Xiang Xueer for a long time before suddenly covering her mouth and bursting into hearty laughter. "Oh my, this little girl is not bad! Quite discerning!"
After saying that, she placed her hands on her hips, stepped closer, and leaned in to ask in a whisper, "So? Do you also think I'm young and beautiful?"
Xiang Xueer was caught off guard by the question; this woman is really narcissistic! But she couldn't refuse, so she quickly nodded and stretched her neck to stare at her fair skin, asking, "I mean, what skincare do you use? Your skin is so good!"
This flattery hit the mark. Upon hearing this, Meng Po felt shy and waved her hand with a smile, saying, "Me? I never use skincare products. At most, I just apply some egg whites occasionally. I've looked like this for hundreds of years."
Hundreds of years? No wonder they insist on calling her Meng Po. Hua Ling touched her chin and exclaimed in surprise, "Wow! You don't even need skincare; turns out you're naturally beautiful!"
"Hahaha!" The two women began chatting casually by the bridge while Black and White Impermanence stood dumbfounded nearby, watching without daring to interrupt. If Meng Po's bad temper flared up, it wouldn't just be words; she would act directly.
After chatting for a while, White Impermanence could no longer hold back. He stepped forward to insert himself between the two women and said with a serious expression, "Um, beautiful Meng Po, we need to hurry and take this lady to King Yan. How about we continue this conversation later?"
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