After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Qin He couldn't help but look at it carefully.

The petals are slender, like a woman's eyebrows, long and curled, and curled towards the middle, intertwined with each other, like ten fingers clasped together in prayer, with red smoke lingering above them.

Countless plumes of smoke gathered together and turned into a burning red carpet, winding its way to the only bridge over the Yellow Springs River.

Qin He couldn't help but be dazzled. The flowers in the world of the living were colorful and in full bloom, but the only flower in the underworld was a hundred times more beautiful than all the flowers.

Like a beautiful painting.

Qin He strolled among the flowers, looking here and there, and even picked a red spider lily with his own hands.

However, the red spider lily only stayed in Qin He's hand for a few moments before it withered and quickly turned into fireworks and disappeared without a trace.

This flower withered so decisively.

It is worthy of being the flower of the underworld.

"Qin He, His Majesty the Lord of Hell has been waiting for a long time to take you there in person. Why are you dawdling? Hurry and cross the bridge." The white-robed judge urged.

"I'm coming!"

Qin He's interest was disturbed, and he walked onto the Naihe Bridge step by step.

As Qin He walked, his gaze also turned.

Originally, the Wangchuan River looked like a stream when viewed from the hilltop. However, when one reached the riverbank, it had transformed into a river that reached the sky. Gazing from the bridge, the river was wide and the water and sky were one color.

Only the fireworks of the red spider lily still illuminated the area red.

Similarly, the iron chain Naihe Bridge has also become an extremely majestic bridge to the sky.

Qin He walked slowly onto the bridge.

Under the huge Tongtian Bridge, countless ferocious-looking water beasts grew in size, with scarlet eyes, iron armor and fangs. There were fanged snake-tailed fish as big as a ship, skeletons as big as a mountain, and densely packed python-mouthed iron-armored beasts as big as a palm.

The Yellow Springs were rolling, and they were looming in the water, floating up and down. They roared and jumped out of the water from time to time, trying to bite Qin He.

But Qin He didn't feel scared at all. Instead, he was amazed at what he saw.

I can’t fish it out. If I could, I would really like to try to pick one up and burn it.

Legend has it that drowning in the Forgotten River is a form of punishment in the underworld. If a sinful soul is sentenced to drown in the river, they will turn into snakes and insects and drown in the water of the Forgotten River, never to be reborn.

Unless the passing soul can be pulled down and replaced.

However, the Naihe Bridge is so majestic that it is not easy to pull the dead souls off the bridge.

Even those skeletons that were as tall as a mountain found it difficult to do so.

The Naihe Bridge was wide and the Yellow Springs was roaring. As Qin He walked, he came to the center of the Yellow Springs River.

I saw an old woman with a hideous face and pus-filled face, raising the underworld fire and cooking a pot of soup. The soup was turbid, like the water in the Forgotten River.

"The flowers of the other shore are blooming on the other shore, the heart-breaking grass is heartbreaking, what can we do in front of the Naihe Bridge, three lives are destined in front of the Three Lives Stone, a bowl of soup to relieve worries can separate you from your lifelong troubles, drink it." The old woman saw Qin He and picked up a bowl of muddy soup.

"Are you Meng Po?" Qin He asked.

"Yes." The old woman nodded slowly.

"Is this Meng Po soup?" Qin He asked again.

"Yes." The old woman nodded again.

"Can you stop drinking?"

"No." The old woman frowned, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes.

"Then add some salt or coriander." Qin He said again.

"You are playing with fire, you mortal creature," the old woman said again.

"It's just a joke, why are you taking it so seriously~" Qin He rolled his eyes, then took the bowl of soup from the old woman's hand, carefully brought it to his lips and sniffed it, then took a small sip, smacking his lips, and said, "Your soup is not good, it has no taste."