Chapter 462 Involvement

Chapter 462 Involvement

I looked at Broken Eyebrow with some envy. Why did he fish out useful things when he reached out from the river?

I looked at myself trying to fish for a long time, but what I finally fished out were some deadly things.

I should not have gone down if I had known earlier, otherwise nothing would have happened.

I slapped my hands angrily, and I was really angry.

I was angry that I had nothing to do and jumped in, rushing to cause trouble.

If I hadn't jumped in to fish out these things, I might have been happy for a few days.

In fact, what I was most reluctant to part with was the square paperweight.

There was a voice in my heart that kept reminding me that the owner of the paperweight must have a great relationship with me.

And the paperweight looked unremarkable, but it was very much in line with my preferences.

I think the paperweight was tailor-made for me, although I am not good at writing now.

"Okay, don't think about it. The things in the Wangchuan River are not good things to begin with. He holds that thing in his hand, which will add to his misfortunes in the future."

After the man in the suit said this, I felt a little more balanced.

But seeing Broken Eyebrow in a trance, I couldn't ridicule him anymore.

Now the world can only be said to be full of suffering, and it's not easy for everyone.

Do I have the nerve to ridicule Broken Eyebrow? Of course not.

According to the suit man, his situation may not be much better than mine?

"Where are we going next? You can't say that the antidote to the mandragora flower is in the Wangchuan River, right?"

I know that the mandragora flower is so magical that I don't know how much effort it will take to detoxify it.

I don't know where this weird thing grows in the spirit world, and whether it can be easily found.

I think the mandragora flower must have other effects.

It's just that I don't know. If something exists, it must have its meaning of existence.

The suit man nodded, and finally sighed, and led us to the bridge.

To be honest, I am still a little afraid of that bridge.

But why is there no one on the bridge who cooks Meng Po soup?

"Where is Meng Po who cooks Meng Po soup?"

I asked cautiously, fearing that my question was too stupid.

I'll let the men in suits laugh at me later, but shouldn't there be Meng Po on the Naihe Bridge?

A bowl of Meng Po soup is handed to the dead souls who have passed by, no matter whether they have lived a good or bad life in this life.

After drinking Meng Po soup, everything will be over.

The man in suit didn't say anything and waited for the three of us to walk to the bridge.

Suddenly he stood on one side of the bridge and stamped his feet. I didn't understand what he was stamping his feet for.

"This piece of land under my feet is where Meng Po originally made Meng Po soup. Meng Po was also a famous beauty. Later, I don't know why she became an old woman. When I was born, she looked like an old woman. Until now, more than three hundred years have passed, she still looks the same."

My focus is not Meng Po, whether she is an old woman.

But the age of the man in suit, he is more than three hundred years old?

More than three hundred years ago, it should still be a feudal society. Wouldn't he still have long hair and a big braid?

Thinking of this, I suddenly want to laugh.

I kept shrugging my shoulders. The man in the suit glanced at me and soon realized that I was laughing behind his back.

He looked around and looked at himself, and he didn't know what I was laughing at.

In fact, if I didn't tell him, he couldn't figure out why I was laughing.

The man in the suit was a little impatient with my laughter.

"Okay, stop laughing. After crossing the Naihe Bridge, we should look for the rhizome of the mandragora flower on the other side."

What's the point of doing this?

I was full of doubts. Could it be that the medicine for the mandragora flower is its rhizome?

This is a bit too much. Maybe the rhizome of the mandragora flower is in the hands of the person who drugged me.

Since he drugged me, he would never give me the antidote.

I felt a little desperate, and I could only bite the bullet and try my luck.

The house on the other side of the river is completely ancient and looks very historical.

I was still quite scared.

I followed the man in the suit and walked carefully.

Just now when I was walking on the other side, I dared to smile and say a few words casually.

Now walking here, I feel particularly serious.

Every step I take, I have to make sure what I am stepping on.

The ghosts coming and going ignored the three of us.

Judging from their reactions, it seems that the chaos in the spirit world has no effect on them at all.

Perhaps so far, only the ghosts on the other side have been affected.

Why don't the men in suits dare to turn the last bus of No. 14 into a hearse?

I still can't figure this out, and I know that the men in suits won't tell me.

It seems that the clothes worn by the ghosts, including where they live.

The time they died was at least three to five hundred years away from modern society.

In these three to five hundred years, they have lived in the spirit world, not to mention how powerful they are.

But if you let any of them go, if they enter the human world, it will be a big disaster for the human world.

So the spirit world doesn't dare to let the danger erode the other side of the Wangchuan River.

But why didn't I see the people over there come over on their own initiative?

The three of us walked across the bridge without being stopped.

We were not treated differently by the people here.

Then why didn't any of the undead on the other side come over?

I was very confused, and at this moment, Duanmei suddenly stopped.

He turned around and patted my shoulder, and then patted Duanmei's shoulder.

Then I found that the clothes on my body had changed into ancient costumes.

And the clothes on Duanmei's body also changed into a green robe.

As for the suit man wearing armor, the armor was quite suitable for him.

He was tall, with broad shoulders and a strong body. Now he looked even more majestic in the ancient costume armor. If he stood there, he would be regarded as a general, or maybe he was a general.

He had lived for so many years, and it would be unreasonable if he didn't have some identity.

I don't know what kind of existence the suit man was in his past.

I don't know how prominent the suit man was in the past.

The past time concealed everything.

Walking to the innermost part without any obstacles, I found that the people living here lived a very comfortable life.

There were even a few households with small vegetable plots at their doorsteps.

These dead souls were carrying water from the River of Oblivion to water the vegetable plots.

Everyone had a slight smile on their faces, and from a distance, you could hear a few people gathering together.

What were they mumbling about?

I even heard a few words sporadically when I passed by.