After being forced into marriage, the metaphysical master became the darling of the richest family.

Chapter 685

The barrier will shatter if it shakes.

Then they can go out.

They were all vengeful souls, cast into the River Styx by Lu Qingsong, condemning them to eternal damnation and torment as they were immersed in the icy waters.

Now, the barriers that block them are about to crumble.

How could the thousands upon thousands of spirits below not be agitated?

Like a pack of wolves that have smelled blood, they swam in the icy sea, baring their sharp fangs.

A gentle breeze blew across the small bridge, carrying the sound of a bell into the room.

She slowly opened her eyes, and what came into view was a familiar rooftop.

There's also a hint of peach scent.

Meng Po was startled, ignoring the sharp pain in her neck.

She quickly got out of bed.

But she only felt dizzy and hurriedly got out of bed, but she stumbled and fell to the ground.

Chi!

Her head was bleeding.

Meng Po quickly wiped her brow with her finger.

A flicker of fear crossed his eyes.

He quickly got up and started wiping again.

In the end, even more blood was lost.

Simply can not stop.

Bright red blood flowed down her fair forehead and all the way to the tip of her nose.

It was extremely bright and dazzling.

She is Meng Po who will never be harmed.

If you have an injury that doesn't heal quickly, then the situation is very bad.

It's really not a good idea to stay on this Bridge of Helplessness any longer.

Meng Po wiped the blood from her face in terror, staggered out of the room, and walked onto the Bridge of Helplessness.

The ferry boat disappeared from the bridge.

Si Yuan was nowhere to be found. Meng Po covered her head, desperately trying to recall what had happened before she fainted. Then, she went completely mad, circling the Naihe Bridge and constantly calling out Si Yuan's name.

"Si Yuan. Si Yuan"

"Si Yuan, come back."

"Si Yuan..."

The Bridge of Helplessness was quiet, with only her speaking.

On the contrary, the waters of the River Styx, which were blocked on the Bridge of Helplessness, were bubbling and gurgling like boiling water.

Meng Po turned around, her gaze falling on the surging waters of the River Styx.

She could no longer be excited, nor could she call out Si Yuan's name. She staggered down the Bridge of Helplessness, wanting to rush to Lu Qingsong.

Just as she was preparing to use mystical arts to find Lu Qingsong.

Ahead, a small black boat sailed in from the harbor.

Meng Po turned her head, her gaze sharp as lightning.

Her whole body froze.

An Jiuxi, dressed in a white dress, stood on the deck.

What is she doing here?

Also, who is she?

"Meng Po".

An Jiuxi gracefully leaped off the boat and rushed towards Meng Po: "Si Yuan, are you alright?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than blood began to ooze from between Meng Po's brows.

Her hand unconsciously touched the wound on her forehead.

Upon touching her, it became clear that the wounds on her body, which seemed unable to heal, were beginning to scab over.