The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

When Gu Yanqing and his companions arrived at the Three Lives Stone, they witnessed Ying Ni and the other two sitting in a circle, leisurely sipping tea and enjoying modern snacks. Meanwhile, they themselves were dressed in rags and looked extremely disheveled.

When Ying Ni saw them coming, she put down her teacup and said, "You can go behind the Three Lives Stone and fix your makeup."

Seeing this, Gu Yanqing and the others hurriedly hid behind the Three Lives Stone, quickly took out their robes and activated them, replacing their old clothes. Then, one by one, they walked out with a brand new look, each one looking bright and beautiful.

Ying Li had already packed her things, and Mu Ya and others passed by the San Sheng Stone one by one, but the San Sheng Stone did not show any reaction.

"Oh, is there something wrong with the Three Lives Stone?" Miao Yimo wandered in front of the Three Lives Stone with curiosity. He could not see his past life.

"Do you lack wisdom? Since you started practicing, you have been unable to gain insight into your past life without the opportunity." Gu Yanqing patted Miao Yimo's head lightly.

Ying Ni ignored their playful banter and marched straight ahead. Bai Fan and Di Xin quickly followed her, with Mu Ya hastily following. "Hey, stop messing around and hurry up." Ying Ni led the way, and the others followed closely behind until they reached the bank of the Forgotten River.

In the gloomy and profound surroundings, the Forgotten River flows quietly, like a winding black ribbon, weaving through endless nothingness and silence. The river waters glow with a faint blue light, as if containing the sorrow and longing accumulated over thousands of years. Under the cover of the dark night, it glimmers with a heart-pounding light.

The red spider lilies on both sides of the river are blood-red, gorgeous yet poignant. Nourished by the Forgetful River, they bloom unchecked, yet seem to speak of unbreakable bonds. Their petals sway gently in the breeze, occasionally falling into the river, drifting away with the current, carrying away memories and longings.

A thin mist lingers on the surface of the river, like a veil, appearing and disappearing, adding a touch of mystery and haziness to the Forgotten River. Through the mist, one can almost hear distant whispers and sighs, the voices of souls wandering the riverbank, searching for fragments of lost memories or awaiting an eternal destination.

The river's deep, distant sound, like an ancient melody, echoes in every silent night. It tells countless stories, carrying endless joys and sorrows, yet it can never flow back, returning time to its original point. The Lethe River, a river of oblivion and sorrow, has become a unique landscape in the underworld, inspiring both awe and profound emotion.

Ying Ni stood quietly by the Forgotten River, patiently awaiting the arrival of the ferryman. Bai Fan stepped forward, gazing at the Forgotten River before him, and could not help but sigh, "This river remains the same as it always was."

Thick fog swirled above the dark, deep River Styx, as if even time itself had been swallowed by its waters. The waters shone with a faint blue light, reflecting the endless black stones on both sides, and were icy cold.

Suddenly, a low, lingering ballad pierced the silent night, like a call from another world. The song was ancient and mysterious, carrying the unique rhythm of the underworld, like an ancient wind, caressing every inch of the soul.

As the singing approached, a small boat slowly approached from the other side. A ferryman in a black robe stood at the bow. His face was hidden beneath the shadow of his hood, only his deep eyes gleamed with the light that could see through life and death. The long pole in his hand gently sliced ​​through the water, each touch stirring up circles of dark blue ripples.

The ferryman's song grew clearer, each note a whisper from the underworld, telling forgotten stories. The boat rocked gently, seemingly dancing to the ancient ballad, as it edged closer to shore.

Everything around seemed to be infected by the song; even the river water seemed to grow gentler, no longer so icy and biting. The ferryman's figure gradually became clear in the moonlight, his eyes filled with endless compassion and wisdom, as if he could see through every soul waiting to cross the river.

Finally, the boat reached the shore, and the ferryman stopped singing, quietly waiting for the souls in need of guidance to board. On the Styx, the song gradually faded, but the unique rhythm from the underworld remained forever in the hearts of everyone who had ever heard it.

"Get aboard, quickly." Bai Fan, catching sight of his old friend, immediately urged everyone aboard. Ying Lie swiftly leaped to the bow, followed closely by Bai Fan, who stepped onto the deck. Di Xin followed suit, and Gu Yanqing and several others followed suit. "Set sail!" The ferryman gave a powerful push, pushing the boat away from the shore and heading off into the distance.

The night was as dark as ink, the river surface sparkled, reflecting the stars. A small boat floated quietly on the broad river, like a boat carrying endless stories and hopes.

The ferryman holds a long pole and with a light push, the boat slowly moves forward, breaking the tranquility of the water and leaving behind long ripples.

Ying Ni and the others sat on the boat, their expressions varied. Some bowed their heads in thought, seemingly reminiscing about past experiences; others gazed into the distance, their eyes filled with longing for the future. Their heartbeats resonated with the boat's rocking, as if telling the story of unfinished love.

A gentle breeze blew by, bringing a cool breeze, mingled with the freshness of the river water and the fragrance of the vegetation. The boat, steered by the ferryman, gradually approached the other side. Finally, the boat gently touched the shore, making a subtle sound. The ferryman turned to look at Ying Ni and the others. Ying Ni pulled a bag of dark stones from her ring and tossed it to the ferryman. The boat lay quietly on the riverbank, as if an old man silently watched their backs, hoping that they would return with more stories and legends.

As Ying Ni and the others stepped onto the shore, they saw a stone gate standing before them, its plaque inscribed with the words "Youdu." Ying Ni cast a spell at the stone gate, and instantly, a dim yellow light enveloped the sky above Youdu, like a misty dawn, hazy and profound.

Towering stone pillars lined the street like silent guardians, standing silently in the gloom. Ancient runes carved into the pillars shimmered faintly, as if telling of the long history and legends of the underworld. The cobblestones, etched with age, had become as smooth as a mirror, reflecting their figures with a strange, eerie quality.

The surrounding buildings, all built of black stone, towered and eerie, like giant tombstones, telling the elegy of the dead. Occasionally, a chilling breeze blew, setting the wind chimes under the eaves ringing with a clear, piercing sound, like a call from the depths of the underworld, chilling one's heart.

In this gloomy world, a few faint lights occasionally flickered, creatures from the underworld watching them from the shadows. These creatures took on various forms, some soaring through the night sky like giant bats, while others wandered the streets like ghosts, emitting low, mournful howls. The air was filled with a faint odor of decay, the smell of death, leaving one feeling oppressive and uneasy.

"Have we arrived in Youdu?" Mu Ya asked as she gazed at the scenery that was completely different from that in the human world.