Starting from the recovery of Shanhaijing

Chapter 361

"Currently known information: Heart tapping and reincarnation are the main means of testing human beings in the underworld. Those who pass will be recognized by the underworld and become one of the agents."

"This matter involves the connection between the underworld and the human world. Please follow up with the Ember Apostle."

The information prompts of the torch emerged one after another in his mind.

Yan Jing who was standing behind Bai Ruosu was a little confused at this moment.

You must know that unlike Bai Ruosu, who only focuses on doing things for the underworld and protecting Fengdu, he came to this world with other purposes.

In Bai Ruosu's eyes, the old man who was their guide just now might be just an ordinary follower of the underworld, but in Yan Jing's view, the special spiritual power lingering around the other party is always warning him not to act rashly.

Yan Jing didn't want to attract the attention of Hades at this time.

After all, from the previous performance of the torch, it is known that it cannot interfere too much in this world. If it attracts the attention of King Yama, it will be regarded as an invading evil spirit.
Regardless of Torch's fate, Yan Jing might have to go through the eighteenth floor of hell in Hades, and get a one-way ticket.

Because of this, watching Bai Ruosu pass the two statues in front of the palace, Yan Jing hesitated.

In order to complete one-third of the main mission, it seems a bit unworthy to take risks in this kind of place?

"The Underworld is only responsible for setting up the test, and doesn't care about the number of people who accept the test."

"The mark belonging to the apostle will disappear for a short time, and you will become the same person as Bai Ruosu, accepting the test of the level."

"If it goes well, you can also get special rewards!"

Xu knew that time was running out, and the torch said it very clearly this time. It wanted to figure out the connection between Hades and this world. It was not enough to just watch Bai Ruosu's test, but Yan Jing also needed to participate.

To put it bluntly, the two tests of the temple are more like a special mechanism set in advance.

It is only responsible for the test of the participants, and it doesn't care whether there is one person or two people who go in today.

Bai Ruosu thought that what he brought in was a soul warrior, but he didn't know that Yan Jing was entering as a human being.

More importantly, once the threshold is crossed, it is considered as the beginning of the test.

Bai Ruosu's attention will inevitably be completely focused on his own test, and he can't even bother to observe Yan Jing.

For Yan Jing, this is undoubtedly an opportunity in front of him.

He who was still a little hesitant before heard that he could also get a reward, almost immediately thought of the Huan Ling mask in his hand.

Without further hesitation, Yan Jing stepped up decisively to keep up with Bai Ruosu.

The development of the matter is exactly as he thought.

Regarding the future development of himself and the White Mansion, Bai Ruosu had already put all distracting thoughts behind him, walked between the two statues without looking sideways, stepped on the steps, and came to the vermilion gate of the palace.

Brilliant light golden carvings are spread all over the entire gate, and the golden sunlight falls on it, shining brightly on it.

Take a deep breath.

Bai Ruosu stretched out his hand and pushed the door open, his gaze eagerly squeezed in through the crack of the door.

The expected statues of the gods of the underworld did not appear in front of them.

The interior of the main hall she saw was just a huge empty room, the floor was paved with wooden boards, a light yellow futon was placed in the center, and an ordinary oil lamp was lit in front.

Lifting his feet and stepping over the threshold, Bai Ruosu walked forward to the place where the futon was without any extra guidance.

Sit cross-legged.

In what form will the test begin, and what kind of response should I make?
No matter how much preparation you have made before coming.

When things came to an end, Bai Ruosu still inevitably thought about what would happen next and what he might experience.

Soon she discovered that the breath she exhaled was actually colorful!
They overflowed from the mouth and nose, dissipated in mid-air at first, and gathered in one place after a while, flowing towards the center of the lamp, where the lamp oil soaked in the wick flowed.

The brownish-yellow lamp oil was unknowingly dyed the same color, like a palette, with many colors mixed together in a mess, and the wick soaked in it was also affected.

a moment.

A strange flame kindled at the top of the wick.

It emits a faint colored light representing the seven emotions and six desires.

The provider of them, that is, Bai Ruosu, had already bowed his head on the futon and fell into a deep sleep.

Her test has already begun.

The situation Yan Jing faced was completely different.

If he is really a low-level soul warrior, he should wait quietly outside the hall at this time, but who made him one of the testees.

The moment Bai Ruosu pushed open the palace door, his consciousness was in a trance for a short time.

The shaky old cabin.

Shocking thunder mixed with the sound of surging waves could not stop coming from outside the cabin.

The dim light cast by the chandelier swings back and forth, swaying over the light red bracelet on the bedside table, photo frames and props for sketching and painting.

There is a "blessing" knot at the junction of the bracelet, which looks like it was woven by someone. Inside the photo frame is a family portrait of a family of three. A middle-aged couple is on the left and right, with kind and happy smiles on their faces .

In the middle of the two stood a thin, shy young man wearing black-rimmed glasses.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Someone outside hurriedly slapped on the cabin door and shouted in a rough voice,

"Yan Jing, don't curl up in the quilt like a bitch, don't you want to experience life, hurry up and do something!"

The knock on the door lasted for more than ten seconds, and it didn't stop until the person outside spat or cursed.

On the bed against the wall in the room, a ball of thick quilt was gradually loosened.

The young man reached out and fumbled for the glasses beside the pillow. The white vest was loose and drooping, his skin and tender flesh were exposed. It was obvious from a glance that he had not exercised at all.

"Understood, come right away."

Responding timidly, and listening attentively, the young man heaved a sigh of relief when he found that there was no movement outside.

He took out his phone and looked at it, but there was still no signal, and the facial features on his entire face couldn't help but wrinkle together.

"Yan Jing, Yan Jing, you are such an idiot. Why did you have to go with Uncle Zheng's boat in the first place? It's all right now. When there's a storm, it's a question of whether you can go back."

She squeezed her cheeks with both hands to cheer up her drowsy spirit. Although Yan Jing muttered non-stop, her movements were still fluent. She grabbed the thermos cup on the bedside table, took a sip of coffee, and cautiously opened the door and walked out.

Finally, he grabbed the neatly stacked raincoat beside him and walked out of the crew room.

Go up the iron ladder quickly.

Halfway through, Yan Jing's movements froze suddenly, and he looked around in a daze. For some reason, he always felt that this scene was inexplicably familiar, as if he had experienced it in a dream.

It's just that the situation at that time seemed a little different from what it is now.

Entering the control room on the deck, I saw a middle-aged man in a floral shirt holding the rudder head-on.

The glass on the front of the cabin was drenched by rain, and with the help of high-power searchlights, the crew could barely see the cargo on the deck.

Surrounding the fishing boat are endless turbulent waves.

From time to time, waves hit the hull, and the sea water splashed down like a curtain.

"Uncle Du, is there anything I can do to help?"

Leaning close to the middle-aged man, Yan Jing asked softly.

"What... speak up, I can't hear you!"

Du Ming glanced at Yan Jing next to him, frowned and shouted while leaning sideways.

"I want to help! Is there anything I can do?"

Yan Jing could only shout repeatedly.

"It seems that something unclean was caught outside. Forget it, you can stay here. It's nothing to do with you. Don't scare you later."

Halfway through speaking, Du Ming closed his mouth again, shook his head, and raised his hand to signal a chair not far away.
"Go and sit there, just pour water for me later, you don't need to do other things."

　I get sick once a year, it's really terrible...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)