The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Song Lanyi looked at the monk with burning eyes, "I want your way to spy on the future."

The demon monk didn't even pause, but nodded directly and agreed.

Song Lanyi was surprised.

She was just testing it out, but she didn't expect the demon monk to agree directly.

Could this also reflect from the side that he wanted to "educate" Song Lanyi's firm will.

Jiu Yu Nai laughed from the sidelines, feeling that watching the excitement is not a big deal.

Su Nu clenched her fists quietly, as if she wanted to punch the monk Bangbang at any moment.

Seeing that something was wrong, Song Lanyi stopped Su Nu.

Then Jiu groove nose said with a smile, "Since the bet is established, how to judge the winner or loser?"

Without waiting for anyone to answer, he said to himself, "How about... just judge the winner or loser by the distance crossed in the Yellow Springs."

When Jijiubi said these words, Su Nu let go of her fists hanging on both sides silently again.

Song Lanyi glanced at it indiscriminately, determined, but became curious about the identity of Jiuqubi.

Su Nu will not harm her, because it is unnecessary.

After hearing Du Huangquan's words, she immediately relaxed. This can only show that, even if there is no benefit for Song Lanyi, there will not be too much harm.

But what about rosacea?

From the beginning of deliberately promoting the bet to now proposing to cross the underworld, what exactly does he want?
And he's not even a ghost, so who is he?

With such curiosity, Song Lanyi and the monk looked at each other, and walked towards Huangquan Ferry at the same time.

On the ferry, countless ghosts and ghosts bustled around, many of whom were as majestic as mountains, with piercing eyes like gods, holding a jade plate of good fortune from the underworld, and they were regular staff members of the underworld of the underworld.

That is the so-called... Underworld civil servants.

Song Lanyi sighed, "Civil servants also have to go to the sea. The competition in the underworld is no less than that in the underworld."

A male Yin Ling who was queuing in front turned his head. His face was pale, his eyes were dead fish eyes, and there were blue bags under his eyes.

As soon as he heard Song Lanyi's words, he nodded frantically, "Isn't that the case? I worked as a history editor in Dragon Palace during my lifetime, and the compilation at that time was placed in front of me, and I didn't cherish it."

"But..." He sighed heavily, and his face immediately became fierce, "I really didn't expect that the underworld also needs to find a job. If you want to find a underworld wife, you will be looked down upon by your mother-in-law if you don't have a way! Damn it! "

Song Lanyi tentatively asked, "Is there any necessary connection between this weaving and crossing Huangquan?"

Si Yuyan sighed again, "Weaving a radish and a pit, excluding those who go through the back door, no matter what the result is, we must compete for the weaving in the way of crossing the underworld. But judging by your young appearance, you probably don't know the meaning of crossing the underworld. What are you wearing?"

The monk stood behind Song Lanyi without looking sideways, obviously not interested in their conversation.

It looks like a high mountain flower, hard to pick.

Song Lanyi opened his eyes, moved his wrist slightly, and handed a fine piece of agarwood with golden patterns to Dead Fish Eye.

This agarwood is just leftovers found during the treasure hunt.

Su Nu didn't even bother to pick it up and gave it to Song Lanyi.

It was because of Song Lan's miser's nature, trying not to waste any resources, that he picked it up.

However, facing such "garbage", Si Yuyan's eyes suddenly widened, with an expression of disbelief.

Then he shivered and stuffed "garbage" into the space.

At the same time, he turned his head and looked around subconsciously, for fear that someone would notice this scene.

When he looked at Song Lanyi again, his attitude had changed drastically.

There was an astonishing brilliance in the eyes of the dead fish eyes. He nodded and bowed again and again, and gave a thumbs up without hesitation, "Sister, you are a real sister!"

Song Lanyi was not arrogant because of this, and smiled gently, "Tell me all your information about crossing Huangquan."

As soon as these words came out, Dead Fish Eye became more and more sure that Song Lanyi was the descendant of a big man, who practiced in seclusion all the year round and rarely touched the things of the underworld.

Immediately, he didn't dare to take Joe anymore, or add some crooked thoughts, but told him everything he knew like pouring beans.

"In the final analysis, crossing Huangquan is to see who crosses the longest distance, so as to prove that this person's state of mind is better. There are three hurdles in Huangquan. The first hurdle is called Wangyouyan. The second hurdle is called Burying Tianya. The three hurdles...so far no one has been able to pass it, and it is rumored that there is great terror in it."

Wangyouyan, Buried in the End of the World and... the third hurdle.

Song Lanyi silently kept these words in his heart.

But at this time, the monk behind Song Lanyi pursed his thin lips, and said lightly, "As long as the heart is on Lingshan, the so-called great terror is nothing more than that."

Lingshan is a special name in Buddhist verses.

Song Lanyi glanced at him, smiled, and said nothing.

It's okay for her to say something, but it's because she didn't say a word...that made the monk a little restless.

What do you mean?
Tomorrow, we will start crossing the underworld, speed up the pace a little