Chapter 88 Going to Wangchuan

Author: Going to the Winter

Chapter 88 Going to Wangchuan

"Okay. Don't be sad." Yicha felt that he was almost talking nonsense, and it was very necessary to control himself. He began to eagerly hope that the process of the "fresh turntable" would end soon. Perhaps because of the fresh wind, his anxiousness seemed more urgent than usual.

Then he found himself still talking to Bezebu: "Then I ask you, Bezierya. Can you stop sending troops to the Battle of Doomsday? Can I help you resist the Battle of Dawn."

"No. I want to flatten the world. Hell must unify the universe like prophecy." Xiao Beizeb said firmly.

“Prophecy is false.”

“It’s the same if there are prophecies or not.”

"Okay. Go." Yicha had no hope.

"But I love you."

"I see."

"Eat Chainte! Are you just reacting this little bit?!"

"Yes. That's it."

"I'm sad," said Little Beizeb.

"I'm sad. I'm sad." Xiao Beesib repeated.

She quickly circled his head. "I will definitely not forgive you. I will definitely not. If you pray to me for forgiveness..."

"You know it's useless to say it. Bezierya. Nothing you say is useless. Nothing I say is useless. You have something to do. I have something to do. That's it." Yicha interrupted her.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooo..." As if he was going to set off a damn atmosphere, the demon of hatred that was sticking to his back suddenly began to cry loudly.

The Litu demons who surrounded him in front of him laughed unceremoniously. It was ridiculous. The Litu demon only knows how to smile charmingly and ridiculously, which is easy to distinguish.

"It's so sad." The demon of hatred cried loudly and sobbed.

Yicha felt irritable and crawled into his heart, and he couldn't stay there for a second.

He hated this fresh feeling - which made his mind almost turn away from his brain and rise into the air. At this moment, he also kind of hates other demon souls squeezing with him, crying, laughing, making noises and so on very close places.

"I'm sad. I'm flying away." said Little Beizeb.

Having said that, she was still buzzing above his head.

I didn't answer the conversation. She went around twice again.

"I flew away," she said.

"I flew away. But I will never forgive you. Hell must rule this universe." She said again.

The little white fly did fly away this time. She flapped her wings and was thrown out as the turntable rotated.

...

After a while, Yicha finally waited until he moved to the outermost layer and a large number of souls emerged from the "fresh rotary".

The tall and strong demons of hatred were crying and floating away. The demons of Litu held hands, their nails embedded in each other's wrists. They came out of the "fresh turntable", and outside was the "road" to Wangchuan, and the direction of space vector energy was naturally forward. So they were also pushed forward.

Fresh souls rushed forward from them, with an active, sensitive, childish wave.

Not far away.

Diapolo's petite body stood in the pink mist. She faced out, holding a whip cage imprisoning the shadows in her hand.

"Don't look back. It's me." Yi Cha paused behind her and shouted.

"Boss! I've been waiting for you for a long time!" She turned her face slightly, and was full of enthusiasm. "I came here directly. The place just now was so strange, it was chilly, but it didn't feel bad. How are you?"

The influence of the fresh wind should not be serious. She seems to be able to wear it directly from the fresh turntable. After all, she is the son of hell. For investigation.

"Only. Have you seen Naruf?" he asked.

"I haven't come. Ah! The weather is so good!" she exclaimed.

There is no weather. Maybe she sees the weather on the other side of hell.

Yicha was a little worried about Naruf, but after a while, he heard the old captain's voice.

"Hi! Man! It feels really good! I think I'm at least 10,000 years old when I'm young!" Naruf sounded full of energy.

Only ten thousand years younger...that would be useless. Just to find out. By the way, I gave Naruf a seat.

...

The people were all together. They lined up again, like a nail on their necks and began to move forward in a straight line like a bad luck geese in the soul stream.

They were pushed by the "road", which saved a lot of effort.

However, you must still be careful to stay away from other souls - although they will not take the initiative to hit others (and the soul is responsible for the back of the soul on the way), they can only avoid it if they pass through the rules.

Gradually, no other souls can be seen on the "road".

Not long after, the second wave of pursuers from the "Welfare Center" arrived. Fortunately, the only one who came was the suffering six-claw demon who was two levels higher than the Longmaned Nightmare. The fresh Echa ran away with a fresh spirit - slightly damaged, and the "last rainbow" was left with only one purple bare.

It went smoothly, no one looked back.

Without souls, he squeezed into a bunch of them with him, crying, laughing, and making a big fuss in a very close place.

Diapolo and Naruf's chat was also completely within the scope of patience.

Crossing a brown undulation. The light pink mist scatters from both sides.

Forgetful River appears in the distance.

The flaming red, dark foamy, and the wide and unseen Wangchuan flows downwards - in fact, it flows upwards, because Gammeniti is an upside down city. The source of the Wangchuan is the sulfur river that flows back to the end of the sky. They condense into a bunch in unreachable places, changing colors and shapes, covering the sky and spreading them open without any restraint.

Time was completely in time. This comforted him.

Even the first time agreed with Nirsetta was completely timed. It didn't matter if they didn't come to their bodies. You could borrow a demon to possess it first. Fortunately, he still retained a little demon soul.

He walked towards the boundless, solemn and ruthless river of eternity.

It is a downhill to the Wangchuan. From here, you can see countless souls, rolling down like small pieces of translucent logs along the terrain, making a louder buzz than a wave, and falling into the scarlet background like embracing fate, rolling into the river with black waves.

"You can't touch Wangchuan's water. Pay attention later." Yi Cha reminded.

"I understand. So how can we get over?" Naruf touched his nose.

"Let's talk about it later. Don't worry. I'll deal with the shadow first."

Although the Forgetful River in front of him could cover the sky, he knew that it was the thinnest and most concentrated upstream, and there was a passable loophole in the place where it was connected to the Sulfur River - what Hecate secretly told him last time, although it was useless in the end.

"Don't hurry. Keep pace. Don't attract new law enforcement. Just take your time, just take it slowly." He said.

Just take it step by step, just take it slowly.

As long as nothing unexpected happens...

No surprises. Maybe today's luck is really good.

They arrived at a secluded corner beside the Forgetful River. The souls in the distance sank into the water without looking at each other with little pebbles.

Naruf and Diapolo stopped early after instructing him and left him alone to step forward.

He took the whip cage and approached a safe enough distance, looking at the two-color waves in front of him that were rolling wildly with each other. Every time they shot each other, there were several fleeting images of faces in the air with hollow eyes. Those were memory residues dissolved by Wangchuan.

Memories will be torn apart by the subsequent shattered waves and ripples, and then gradually disappear with the endless flow of Forgetful River.
Chapter completed!