After divorce, the aloof female CEO regrets

Chapter 823 Soul Selling Contract

Hell messenger?

Yin Xinyue was about to ask a question when she saw her walking slowly forward with a cane.

"Do not ask."

"follow me."

Yin Xinyue couldn't help but be stunned. She knew what she wanted to do?

Seeing that the old woman had gone away, Yin Xinyue immediately followed her.

Soon.

The messenger from hell took Yin Xinyue to a river.

The river was fast and dark, with mist rolling above it, making it impossible to see the bottom at first glance.

Fortunately.

A simple stone bridge was built across the river, and a monument was erected at the entrance of the bridge. On the water were written two ancient and desolate characters: Naihe.

Naihe Bridge!

Yin Xinyue was greatly moved and began to speculate on the identity of this old woman who claimed to be the messenger of hell.

"Little girl..."

"You came here to find someone, right?" The Hell Messenger looked at Yin Xinyue and asked.

Yin Xinyue narrowed her eyes slightly and asked, "How do you know?"

The hell messenger smiled slightly: "Nine out of ten people who come here are looking for someone."

Yin Xinyue was stunned again.

Could it be that many people have been here?

"This is Naihe Bridge."

The Hell Messenger did not explain, but just introduced: "It is also the only way to the depths of hell. No one is immune."

"But..."

"Once you cross the Naihe Bridge, according to the rules since ancient times, your emotions, your soul, and your memory will all be erased."

"If you want to find someone, you can't find him."

Done.

The hell messenger looked at Yin Xinyue with a smile.

"no!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yin Xinyue shook her head and said, "I can't live without my emotions, let alone lose my current memory and forget everything."

"Grandma..."

"Is there any way you can allow me to pass the Naihe Bridge while retaining my memory?"

"Of course there is!"

The hell messenger stared at Yin Xinyue with stern eyes and said firmly: "There is another way to the depths of hell - cross the Santu River."

Santu River!

Yin Xinyue's pupils suddenly shrank.

The river of the underworld is rumored to be the dividing line between the world of life and the world of death!

Yin Xinyue glanced subconsciously at the legendary Santu River.

The water in the river was extremely turbulent, as fast as the Tongtian River.

The entire river turned black, which was extremely oppressive.

especially……

When the river is rushing, there are faint sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling, as if an evil ghost is being buried, making people's scalp numb.

Yin Xinyue withdrew her gaze, fell on the face of the hell messenger, and asked: "Old lady, do you want to swim across this river according to your wishes?"

"No..."

The Hell Messenger shook his head.

She glanced at the river and chuckled: "Three rivers, three lives buried."

"Even if it is as light as a feather, once it falls into it, it will immediately sink to the bottom of the water and there will be no way to float up."

"How can the flesh and blood and soul of human beings survive?"

Yin Xinyue's face darkened and she asked: "Old lady, according to what you said, doesn't it mean that no one can get through?"

"How about crossing the Santu River!"

The Hell Messenger looked at her and smiled mysteriously: "Of course there is a way to get over it."

"What can I do?" Yin Xinyue asked quickly.

"Yellow Spring Crossing."

The messenger of hell spat out three words lightly.

"Yellow Spring Ferry?"

"Correct!"

The Hell Messenger nodded and said: "The so-called Huangquan Ferry means taking a Huangquan Ferry that has existed on the Santu River since ancient times to pass through this river."

"However, there is one condition."

Having said this, the Hell Messenger looked at Yin Xinyue.

Yin Xinyue was eager to find Lin Tianxuan and said without thinking: "You say it."

"That is……"

The hell messenger's eyes shone with a strange light: "Sign the soul selling contract."

Soul sold?

Yin Xinyue didn't know the secret and said, "Old lady, tell me."

"The so-called soul selling contract..."

"Actually, if anything happens to the signer's soul in hell, I, the messenger of hell, will not be held responsible, nor will I need to pay any price."

When saying this, the Hell Messenger had an inexplicable smile on his face.

soul……

If anything happens, take responsibility...

Yin Xinyue agreed without much thought: "No problem."

"it is good!"

The hell messenger raised a vague arc on his lips and said very positively: "Then let's go, I will take you to the Huangquan Ferry."

Say it.

She turned and leaned forward and walked downstream along the Santu River.

Yin Xinyue followed closely behind her.

After a while.

The two came to a ferry.

On the ferry, there is only one lonely ferry boat, with two words clearly visible on it: Huangquan!

"This is Huangquan Ferry."

The hell messenger stopped and said: "As long as you sign the soul selling contract, you can board this ship and let me send you in."

Yin Xinyue asked: "What do I need to do?"

"It's simple."

"Squeeze a drop of blood into the palm of your hand, then close your eyes and don't resist."

The Hell Messenger's words contained a hint of confusion.

blood?

Close your eyes?

Yin Xinyue couldn't figure out the key, so she followed it.

She cut her finger, squeezed out a drop of blood and put it on the palm of her other hand, then closed her eyes.

"Correct."

"That's it……"

"Remember, don't resist."

What came to my ears was the soft voice of the messenger from hell.

There is charm, insidiousness, and a hint of unknown flavor, giving people an indescribable feeling.

"All right."

Yin Xinyue only felt something licking her palm, and the slightly excited voice of the messenger from hell came to her ears.

She opened her eyes and took a look.

The blood on the palm of my hand has disappeared.

The old woman in front of her had a look of satisfaction on her face.

"Come on board."

The hell messenger did not explain anything, but urged Yin Xinyue to go up.

Yin Xinyue had been waiting for this moment, so she boarded the ship directly without being polite.

"rock Me……"

"rock Me……"

The Hell Messenger shook the oars and hummed a song, and then the ship started and swam towards a distance that could not be clearly seen.

only……

The Santu River is very wide and spreads into the thick fog. Yin Xinyue can't see the end at all, and she doesn't know how long it will take.

Simply, she closed her eyes and began to relax.

This place is too weird.

If you want to rescue Lin Tianxuan, you may have to go through a series of battles.

Yin Xinyue must gather her strength to prepare.

"rock Me……"

"rock Me……"

The Hell Messenger seemed to be waving his arms mechanically, but in fact, he had been silently observing Yin Xinyue's every move.

"Shh..."

After Yin Xinyue closed her eyes for a while, the Hell Messenger suddenly raised the oar in his hand and struck it down on Yin Xinyue's head.

"court death!"

Yin Xinyue suddenly opened her eyes, a sharp light flashing in them.

The majestic aura also bloomed instantly.

next moment.

The oar was swung in front of him, carrying a fierce wind.

Yin Xinyue snorted coldly, grabbed it with her bare hands, and snatched it from the Hell Messenger's hand.

then.

Before the Hell Messenger could react, he reached in front of the opponent with his legs and started to fight back.