Chapter 370 Apprenticeship with Pluto (49)
This is a completely strange place, eerie and cold, and not suitable for the healthy survival of normal humans at all.
As soon as he arrived here, Zhu Zhijun felt the thin oxygen and ultra-low air pressure.
As he walked inside, even though he was trying to adjust his breathing, he still felt uncomfortable.
The man said nothing and continued to move forward.
It seems like there is nothing but smoke here. There is no end in sight, and everything you look at is an illusory realm.
The light was very dim, and the sound of rushing water could be heard vaguely.
Zhou Ye continued to move forward, holding Zhu Zhijun's hand and exerting slight force. When the mist in front of him finally dissipated, a black river appeared in front of him.
This is a meandering river. The dark black water is motionless, as if it is a pool of stagnant water. There is no wind, but the sound of rushing water can be heard.
There is a white bridge on the river, and the entire bridge is shrouded in low and dim fog. A layer of dark green light floats on the river, constantly flashing, like the moonlight shining on the water at night, but The river here doesn't feel bright at all.
Stepping on the bridge, I looked down and saw that both sides of the river bank were covered with red flowers. The petals opened brightly and enchantingly, and a thin stem supported a solitary flower. When I saw it, I saw a whole sea of red flowers, like It is a ball of fire, and it is like a pool of blood. In short, it is blooming fiercely. Even if it is a flower in full bloom, it does bring a strong sense of weirdness to people because of its excessive intensity.
There are flowers but no leaves.
Zhu Zhijun had seen this kind of flower growing on both sides of the road, but there was only a solitary patch there, while there was a whole sea of flowers in front of him, and even the mist could not hide their color.
Zhou Ye seemed as if he hadn't seen it before, obviously he was already used to these things.
After crossing the bridge, an antique small building appeared.
At this time, the fog had dissipated a lot, and in the dim darkness, there was just such a small building with red tiles and cornices, a beautiful symmetry.
Zhou Ye stopped and said.
"This is the place where all information about souls is stored. The Internet was not popular more than ten years ago, so the old scrolls are all left here. As long as they are taken out of this room, they will be incinerated and disappear." Zhu Zhijun raised his head and looked at the facade. .
Two mahogany doors, with a pair of tiger heads inlaid in the middle, with ferocious faces.
The door was not locked. Zhou Ye stretched out his hand to push the door open and led Zhu Zhijun in.
"This is all compiled by others. I can't figure it out either. You can find it yourself and hurry up."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Zhijun had already looked through the order of the furnishings in the entire room.
The information is arranged in an orderly manner. From year to month, the entire city's soul records are neatly summarized.
Zhou Ye let go of his hand.
"You have five minutes."
Just now she relied on physical contact to protect his popularity, but now she let go of her hand. Without any protection, there will be a freshly baked soul in the underworld in five minutes.
Although Zhu Zhijun didn't know what would happen in five minutes, he realized the importance of the matter.
So the next second after Zhou Ye let go, he stepped forward and found the scroll management office eighteen years ago according to the year.
"April...April..."
The man murmured in detail, his fingertips ran across a whole row of cabinets, and finally stopped in front of a cabinet that had been sealed.
He squatted down and turned his head to look at Zhou Ye.
(End of chapter)