When he arrived near the golden pillar of light, the phenomenon had gradually disappeared. It was not strange at all. This was only a phenomenon, not the sun. It was impossible for it to shine for ten days to half a month.
Ning Chen looked at the big crack on the ground and frowned. He really had no interest in going down.
He was here to search for treasures, not to seek death. With such a huge rift, even if there were treasures, he would not be able to return alive.
Ning Chen wanted to leave, but the little white horse held Ning Chen's sleeve and did not let go.
"You're just a horse. Where did you get such curiosity?"
Ning Chen frowned and scolded. This guy was becoming more and more humane. However, he was a horse. What was the use of being humane?
However, no matter how much Ning Chen reprimanded it, the little white horse did not relent. It even dragged Ning Chen into the crack bit by bit.
Have you ever seen anyone bully a disabled person? Ning Chen had seen a lot of horses, but this was the first time he had seen a horse bullying a disabled person!
"Do you really want to go?"
Ning Chen was furious and said impatiently.
"Huff huff"
The little white horse let out a grunt to express its attitude.
"Then go."
Ning Chen replied. He wasn't even afraid of a horse, so what was he afraid of?
The crack was very steep and looked very deep. Ning Chen pulled out his black sword and stabbed it into the soil that had been frozen solid by the cold winter. He immediately untied the reins on the little white horse's head and tied it to the wheelchair along its waist.
Then, Ning Chen, who was in the wheelchair, jumped down from the crack calmly with the little white horse.
Who was the scariest person in the world?
It wasn't horizontal, it wasn't stunned, it was reckless!
The current Ning Chen and the little white horse had clearly surpassed Heng and Leng, directly rising to the level of not caring for their lives.
After jumping into the crack, Ning Chen held the black sword. When he was about ten feet down, he suddenly stabbed the black sword into the frozen soil of the crack.
"Hualala!"
The black sword drew out a half-foot-long fan shape before stabilizing. For a moment, dust flew everywhere.
Below him, the pony was swinging under the wheelchair, its body bleeding from the reins.
"You should lose weight."
Ning Chen said in annoyance. He actually followed this beast to cause trouble. He was really so idle that water entered his brain.
The little white horse was suffering. It was tied to the waist by the reins, but it was stubborn and did not make a sound. This was very similar to a certain person. When it was stubborn, it was more stubborn than a donkey.
Ning Chen pulled out his black sword and his body fell down again. Then, a chopper stabbed into the frozen soil.
This time, Ning Chen had miscalculated. The place where the old eunuch had bent it earlier twisted again. Immediately, the chopper bent into a strange arc, like a fried dough twist.
Then, one man and one horse failed to stop their fall and continued to fall.
"There's really no good stuff for cheap."
Ning Chen threw away the chopper and complained to the Academy. Then, the black sword took over again.
Just like that, after a long time, the man and horse finally reached the bottom of the crack. Ning Chen was covered in mud, and the white horse's hair had been pulled off by the reins.
A phoenix that had shed its hair was inferior to a chicken, and a white horse that had shed its hair was inferior to a donkey. The little white horse that had been handsome and unrestrained a moment ago now looked as if it had just been boiled and plucked.
"Why do you think we went offline?"
In the pitch-black crack, Ning Chen and the little white horse stared at each other, feeling extremely unhappy.
"Huff huff"
The little white horse responded unwillingly. It turned around and was about to leave when it bumped into a stone wall. It was in so much pain that its mouth was wide open.
"Yes."
Ning Chen took out a lighter from his body. After blowing it, he followed the light of the fire and ignored the little white horse. He walked towards the only road ahead.
The road was long, very long, very long, and endless. Ning Chen was a little annoyed and tired of walking, and his attitude towards the little white horse was even worse.
The little white horse did not dare to resist. Occasionally, it would make a sound to show that it was not convinced, but it was suppressed by the even more violent storm.
About an hour later, when the lighter was almost finished, Ning Chen finally saw a trace of light in front of him.
The man and horse were excited. They sped up and came to the light. Ning Chen held the black sword and slashed open the cave that was blocked by the soil.
With a bang, the rock and soil collapsed. The scene that entered their eyes instantly shocked two pairs of big eyes.
It was difficult to describe the twists and turns in front of him. It was like the meridians in a person's body. There were corridors everywhere. The blood-red soil was also very different from the previous rock and soil. It looked sinister and even terrifying.
"Are we in hell?"
Ning Chen looked at the dark red world in front of him, turned his head, and asked with difficulty.
"Huff huff"
The little white horse replied. It did not understand, but from the expression on the horse's face, it could be seen that the horse was also very shocked.
"Continue walking!"
Ning Chen gritted his teeth. What was there to be afraid of when they were all down here? If a person died, the birds would face the sky. If they didn't die, they would live for tens of thousands of years.
There were many paths ahead. Ning Chen didn't care about anything else. He chose the biggest, the widest, and the brightest. He didn't know what was ahead anyway, so it didn't matter which path he chose.
The little white horse did not have any objections. It followed Ning Chen wherever he went.
A moment later, a man and a horse returned.
Therefore, there was nothing but a dead end ahead…
"Which one do you choose?"
Ning Chen looked at the remaining paths and gritted his teeth.
The little white horse hesitated. It paced back and forth in front of each road for a while, and finally chose the smallest, narrower, and darkest road.
"Are you sure?"
Ning Chen asked reluctantly.
"Huff huff"
the little white horse replied.
"I'll listen to you once."
Ning Chen made up his mind and turned his wheelchair towards the small corridor diagonally in front of him.
Fifteen minutes later, a man and a horse returned…
Ning Chen's face darkened. He wanted to roast the little white horse on the spot.
There were still seven paths left. Ning Chen didn't know what to choose. He looked at the black sword in his hand and stood on the ground. Then, the black sword fell.
"This one."
Ning Chen pointed in the direction of the hilt of the black sword and made his decision without hesitation.
Beside him, the little white horse snorted lightly, expressing its dissatisfaction with Ning Chen's extremely casual attitude.
"If you have the ability, don't follow."
Ning Chen glanced sideways at the little white horse and said with contempt.
The little white horse did not say anything and followed obediently.
Reality proved that Ning Chen's random choice was correct. After walking for about an hour, the scene in front of him changed again.
It was a river, a very wide river. The dark yellow water was bubbling, and there was even a faint fishy smell coming from it.
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes. He remembered a legend from his previous life. There was a river that was very similar to this.
Rumor had it that in the Underworld, there was a river that ran across the Underworld, and it was called Ruo Shui.
Three thousand weak water, non-death difficulty.
"We're in trouble!"
Ning Chen casually plucked a strand of hair and threw it into the water. The hair floated and slowly sank into the water without a ripple.
Seeing this scene, the little white horse was obviously shocked. Its hooves unconsciously took two steps back and stayed far away from Ruoshui.
Ning Chen scoffed at this. He believed that he could definitely cross the river, but he had not thought of a way yet.
Rumor had it that there was a bottomless wooden boat in Ruo Shui. It was the only thing that could cross Ruo Shui. However, he did not know if this rumor was true.
Many legends in his previous life had become reality in this world. Ox-headed Horse-faced, Black and White Impermanence, and even something like Ruoshui had appeared. Ning Chen believed that even if there was a bottomless boat, it would not be a rare thing.
Ning Chen turned his wheelchair as he walked along the river bank. Suddenly, his body stopped. He saw the legendary thing again.
Yellow Spring Flower.
Legend has it that this flower grows at the bottom of Ruo Shui. After consuming it, one can live forever. However, after consuming this flower, one's body will gradually rot and turn into a state that is neither dead nor alive. Therefore, the Yellow Spring Flower is also a poisonous flower.
Ning Chen looked at it for a long time, but he didn't dare to pick it. In this Ruo Shui, no one could guarantee their survival. He wasn't afraid of death, but he didn't want to die either.
"Huff huff"
At this moment, the little white horse walked to Ning Chen's side. It snorted, then bit the latter's clothes and made him look at a pile of trash not far away from the river bank.
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, changed the direction of his wheelchair, and walked towards the garbage dump.
It was called a garbage dump because there were white bones, broken wood, rotten clothes, and so on. There was also a tattered boat.
More importantly, the ship was bottomless.
Ning Chen silently pulled the boat out and then slowly dragged it into the weak water.
The next moment, Ning Chen became even more silent.
The boat floated up!
This was beyond his understanding. As someone who came from an atheist world, he found it hard to believe the facts in front of him.
Ning Chen silently picked up a few pieces of broken wood from the rubbish pile and set up a few places on the broken boat. Then, he led the little white horse up.
Since he didn't know why, he would continue walking and see what was behind Ruoshui.
Ning Chen used a broken piece of wood as an oar and slowly rowed towards the other side of the river. The little white horse stood on the bed, its body trembling, looking extremely afraid.
Ning Chen frowned and scolded," What's there to be afraid of? I'm not asking you to jump down."
The little white horse whimpered in a low voice. It was a little better. Its body stopped trembling, but its four hooves were still trembling. It was obvious that it was still afraid.
Ning Chen ignored it. He rowed the boat while quietly paying attention to whether there was any danger on the other side.
At this time, some ghosts and monsters should have come out.
He didn't believe that such a strange place would be safe.
He couldn't count on the little white horse. It would be considered a good performance if it didn't scare him into jumping off.
The result proved that Ning Chen was overthinking. There were no ghosts or spirits, not even a skeleton.
However, the Ruo River was much wider than he had imagined. He had to delay on the broken boat for a quarter of an hour before he slowly floated to the other side.
The broken boat might still be useful. After Ning Chen went ashore, he also dragged the broken boat ashore to prevent it from being washed away by the weak water.
The little white horse stood on the shore. Its body was no longer trembling, and its pair of horse eyes were staring straight ahead.
Ning Chen also felt that the atmosphere in front of them was not right. It was as if something was staring at them.
"Let's go!"
Ning Chen calmed his mind and walked forward.
Regardless of whether it was the netherworld or not, they had already come this far. Whether they were dead or alive, they had to go in and take a look.
The little white horse also went up, and its hooves clearly became much heavier.
After 15 minutes, Ning Chen stopped turning the wheelchair. He looked at the door in front of him and the words carved on it. His eyes narrowed even more.
"The Netherworld."
The words were written in large, long, and fluttering characters. It was not difficult to read. The words were bone-piercing and powerful. There was even an indescribable demonic quality to them, making it difficult for people to look away.
Ning Chen was speechless. Anyone else in his situation would probably feel the same. If this wasn't a prank from the Eternal Night Divine Sect, it would be really shocking.
If the netherworld existed, then what about the King of Hell and Ksitigarbha?
If the Underworld was real, then where was the Underworld King?
Ning Chen slowly pushed open the door in front of him. He wanted to see what the world behind the Netherworld was!
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