The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 426 Underworld

"It's nothing." Mo Jiu finally adjusted his mentality. If he had difficulty controlling his emotions, he would have been overwhelmed and defeated by the huge negative emotions several worlds ago.

If Mo Jiu didn't say anything, the system wouldn't be able to ask again.

He began to look around, his eyes gradually widening, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

In front of him, there was an extremely wide river, emitting a gentle blue light. It did not look beautiful, but rather indescribably weird, as if it would appear inexplicably at night in the mass graves.

Like a will-o'-the-wisp.

Moreover, Mo Jiu discovered that it was too quiet here, a kind of tranquility that could be called deathly silence.

If this is a world that is exiled from time and space, such an environment can indeed drive people crazy.

The system also realized something was wrong: "What is this place?"

Under normal circumstances, Mo Jiu would have responded with "You ask me?", but at this moment he was not in such a mood. He just shook his head slowly and said softly: "I don't know..."

It seems that if the sound is louder, it will disturb the unknown creatures sleeping here.

"Let's take a walk first." Mo Jiu went upstream along the blue river with the idea of ​​taking care of herself as soon as she came.

He wanted to try to find the source of the river, or a way across it.

But it is absolutely impossible to swim directly there, that would be too risky.

Mo Jiu stepped forward and walked upstream.

It was completely silent along the way, no movement was heard, and no living thing could be seen.

Mo Jiu pursed her lips tightly and remained silent.

He will not give up until he reaches the source of the river.

The road along the river is very flat, endless, and easy to walk.

But because of this, Mo Jiu gradually lost the concept of certain things, and could no longer remember how long he had walked or how far he had walked.

In a daze, he felt like he was always treading water.

"Host! Host!"

Finally, Mo Jiu was awakened by the system's exclamation. He came back from his somewhat mechanized state and saw a line hanging above the river in front of him.

There should be a long way to go from 'this line', but as long as we can see it, there is hope.

Mo Jiu was suddenly full of motivation and ran towards there.

He had noticed something strange before. He kept walking, but tirelessly, as if he had endless energy.

As he ran wildly, the line became clearer and clearer, and he gradually saw what it was, which seemed to be a bridge spanning the entire river.

In addition, he found that the 'sky' here was actually faintly bright, but at least a small area of ​​the atmosphere was dimly lit. It looked like it had been broken not long ago, and there was no gloomy black haze.

The bridge was right in front of her, and Mo Jiu hesitated for a moment before choosing to step on it.

He has only one choice.

The moment he stepped on it, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. Countless figures suddenly appeared on the empty bridge. Mo Jiu was so frightened that he trembled and almost screamed.

He also found that he was actually standing with a figure, almost overlapping each other. He hurriedly got out of the way and was about to bump into another figure. He wanted to stop, but he staggered and fell down.

Go down.

Mo Jiu fell to the ground, motionless, with shock written all over his face.

He actually couldn't touch these figures.

He slowly got up, and after careful observation, he found that these figures were all illusory, with expressionless faces, as if they were unconscious.

Mo Jiu looked back to the outside of the bridge, only to realize that there were also densely packed figures outside. In other words, there were countless figures around him all the way along, and he had passed through the bodies of countless people.

But he couldn't see anything until he got on the bridge.

Mo Jiu took a deep breath and suppressed the strange emotions in her heart.

Since this is already the case, why not be more thorough?

Thinking like this, Mo Jiu ignored these illusory figures and went straight to another bridge.

At a certain moment, his steps suddenly stopped and he turned to look at the figure next to him.

He seemed to have seen this man's expression move slightly just now.

Is it an illusion?

The system said: "It's true, I saw it too."

Mo Jiu's eyes twitched slightly, and she said to herself: 'You don't have to tell me!'

At first he didn't think anything was wrong, but when the system said this, his scalp felt slightly numb.

"Well, it didn't move. I was wrong."

Mo Jiu: "..."

There is no need to cover your ears and steal the bell.

But after being teased by the system's habitual stupidity, the fear in Mo Jiu's heart also weakened a lot.

He moved on.

Mo Jiu discovered that this road was indeed moving forward, and the speed was not slow, but with this number of people, if he really queued up, it would take hundreds of years to reach the bridge.

Mo Jiu relied on the fact that these figures were unconscious, so he dared to jump in line so blatantly.

Finally, the bridge was right in front of her, but Mo Jiu's eyes couldn't help but be attracted to an old man by the river at the bridge.

Living people!

He sat there with a bowl in his hand. Every time he bent down, he scooped out a bowl of water from the river and handed it to the figure in front of him.

Looking at this scene, Mo Jiu finally understood why he had always had a familiar feeling, and everything was connected.

This is the underworld, and this old man is ‘Meng Gong’!

He actually arrived in the underworld...

Mo Jiu was a little dazed. The impact of this fact on him exceeded the combined shock of all the worlds he had visited in the past.

Meng Gong also noticed him, threw the bowl into the river, and waved to Mo Jiu.

Mo Jiu hesitated for a moment, but still walked towards him. If Meng Gong was unfathomable, then he wouldn't be able to escape at all. If he was really as weak as he looked, he wouldn't be afraid of him.

Walking over, Mo Jiu looked down and saw that the bowl was floating on the river, but it was not washed away by the river.

"Another stowaway?" Meng Gong's voice sounded, and it sounded unusually young, crisp and sweet.

Mo Jiu said hesitantly: "Honey...?"

Meng Gong nodded slightly: "It's quite polite. Why do you want to sneak across?"

"I didn't want to sneak across, I just came here out of nowhere." Mo Jiu answered truthfully.

What he said was indeed the truth. It was indeed not his intention to come here. As for smuggling into the country... it was true that he jumped in line.

As he said that, more than a dozen figures around him turned their heads and looked at Mo Jiu. Mo Jiu was shocked and realized that these people were indeed conscious. It was because they wanted to drink Meng Po... Meng Gong soup, so they regained their consciousness?

But they did not speak, as if they had lost the ability to speak. They were just wondering why Mo Jiu could appear here in this way.

"Not a stowaway?" Meng Gong frowned slightly, suddenly stretched out a hand towards Mo Jiu, and quickly grabbed his wrist!