The physical pain was secondary. After I jumped into the River Styx, the dead souls floating on the river seemed to have found an outlet, and they all started to flow towards me.

I saw countless hands stretching out from under the river water.

They grabbed my arms, legs, neck, hair... Anywhere on my body that could be grabbed was torn hard by cold, pale hands like pliers.

"hatred……"

The wailing sound continued from beginning to end, but among the many sounds, the word I heard most was "hate".

The pain in my soul and body and the fear in my heart gave me the urge to go crazy, and I even had the urge to run away.

But the moment I had the idea, the red rope on my finger suddenly glowed red, and starting from my finger, it began to wrap around my body quickly.

In the blink of an eye, I had been tied up into a mummy by the red rope. My chance of escape was completely cut off.

Ten minutes is actually only the time for two songs.

But for me standing in the River Styx, it is no longer like a year, it is not an exaggeration to say that a second is like a year.

This is probably a side effect of the contract. The pain and torture that penetrated my soul made me think of escaping several times.

I am not a Bodhisattva, nor do I have the heart of a Holy Mother. When I am really in hell, it is impossible not to regret in my heart.

If it hadn't been for the red rope that bound my body, I would have been unable to bear it and escaped long ago.

"Damn it... Grandpa, grandpa, you really tricked your granddaughter and me to death!"

The dead souls in front of me were so shocking that I simply closed my eyes and refused to look at them. While gritting my teeth, I began to blame my grandfather in my heart.

I really don’t understand why my grandfather set up such a crazy formation? What kind of contract did he sign with Lord Snake? What did he get from this formation?

"Yeah..."

I was still struggling to hold on in the Styx River. The rooster standing on the bank suddenly became a little restless. Its claws began to scratch the ground non-stop, and its neck seemed to be strangled by a hand. It wanted to scream and screamed again. I couldn't scream, I could only make a "clucking" sound.

Yuan Chen, who was standing aside, immediately noticed Tianji's abnormality. He tilted his head and observed for a while with some doubts. Then he suddenly thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed drastically.

"It's broken! Someone is ruining your way back to heaven!"

After saying that, he paced back and forth with an anxious look on his face, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he made a strange gesture with his left hand, then pointed his sword finger with his right hand and began to mark the place where his name was written on the scroll.

It's just that his hands seemed to be of great weight, each stroke was very laborious, and his chubby little face turned red.

I don’t know what he wrote, but as he finished writing the last stroke, the dead souls that had been surrounding me began to constantly collide with my soul.

How to describe this feeling?

Just like those people who are possessed by ghosts in movies, I can clearly feel something crashing into my body, and then rushing out from another direction.

Countless dead souls passed through my soul body at once.

I feel as if I have turned into a ball of smoke and will soon be dissipated by these dead souls and disappear into the void...
Chapter completed!