The underworld, the never-ending river of forgetfulness...

I don’t know how many years have passed since the birth of the underworld, but this sea of ​​blood-red flowers is still as red as before. Countless souls of the dead are lining up and slowly moving forward under the guidance of the sea of ​​flowers. It has been the same for hundreds of millions of years. But today, something seems to be different.

In the underworld, in the eternal night, a new group of dead souls walked on the path guided by the sea of ​​flowers. At the end of the team, a group of dead souls that were somewhat broken, dim, and even almost dissipated seemed to be too weak, and gradually broke away from the team and walked into the underworld.

The everlasting, blood-like sea of ​​flowers.

I don’t know how long it walked, but it finally couldn’t hold on any longer and fell on the sea of ​​flowers, muttering as if it was looking back on its past life.

Oh, how many things can a remnant soul remember? Maybe it is really important to it, an obsession that it cannot forget even if it dies.

It in the sea of ​​flowers, perhaps because of obsession, or some other unknown reasons, did not immediately disperse, but slowly, bit by bit, merged with this silent, eternal blood-like sea of ​​flowers.

together.

Changes occurred as a result.

Countless flowers moved automatically without wind, forming a red tornado reaching the sky. A somewhat fuzzy figure appeared in the center of the tornado, and gradually solidified. From the appearance, it seemed to be a human being.

After an unknown period of time, the tornado stopped, and the sea of ​​flowers returned to its original quiet appearance. It seemed that everything was as before, but the clear figure standing in the center of the sea of ​​flowers proved that everything had changed...

It was a stunningly beautiful figure, with a dreamlike face, proud posture, icy skin and crystal white hair that all showed her perfection.

What makes people even more unable to take their eyes away is her blood-red crimson eyes, which are like mellow red wine. One look at it will make you intoxicated and sink forever. They are also like a boundless sea of ​​blood. Even death will make people fly into the flames and take it for themselves.

perish.

This is her, the flower of the other shore that is now reborn.

She looked around blankly, not knowing what she should do. She looked down at her naked body, and there seemed to be a voice in her head telling her that this was not good. She tilted her head and thought about it, and suddenly, she remembered something.

Something called clothing.

So, she put on a long dress that was as red as blood and embroidered with a flower from the other side. She looked at herself and laughed happily.

At this moment, a black figure appeared in front of her.

"Who are you to appear in this sea of ​​flowers on the other side!" The black shadow appeared and scolded her sharply.

She looked blankly at the black shadow, a strange red light flashed in her eyes,

Name: Hou Qi

LV:44

Race: Yama

Special identity: Guardian of the Sea of ​​Flowers

Who is he? A human? What is that? It seems to be something with a name that looks a bit like me. But I don’t seem to be a human. But I should have a name... She thought silently in her heart

With.

"Answer me, or I will arrest you, put you in the prison of the underworld, and interrogate you severely!"

Hou Qi was a little angry. He was one of the supervisors of the sea of ​​flowers. The sea of ​​flowers was an extremely important part of the underworld. Since the birth of the underworld, it had guided all the dead souls towards the Naihe Bridge and reincarnated.

Without it, the order of the underworld would instantly be chaotic, and countless dead souls would turn into ghosts and cause trouble to all living beings, which made him cautious.

"Person... name... my head hurts so much, Kong Jiran, I remembered it, that is my name..." The severe headache made Kong Jiran squat down and hugged her head helplessly.

"It's something strange. If you don't tell me, don't blame me!" Hou Qi snorted coldly, and black energy came out of his right hand, forming a ghost claw, and quickly grabbed Kong Jiran.

There was a loud bang, but it was not Kong Jiran who flew out, but Hou Qi. The sea of ​​flowers on the other side rioted again, forming a barrier to block Hou Qi's ghost claws and knocking him away. At this time, Kong Jiran

Ran also stood up, her instinct told her that this sea of ​​flowers was for her use.

Seeing the protector of the sea of ​​flowers, Hou Qi understood that she was the flower of the other shore.

"You are... the flower demon!" Hou Qi landed on the ground and calmed down her restless breath.

This sea of ​​flowers has been guiding the souls of the dead to the underworld since ancient times. Unexpectedly, spiritual intelligence has been born and turned into demons now. This is a bit tricky. No one knows how powerful this flower of the other side, which represents "death", is.

"Flower demon, well, it should be this one." Kong Jiran nodded and said in agreement.

This is her territory. I am no match for her here. I cannot fight head-on with her. I must tell Yan Jun about this! Hou Qi thought to herself and had already made up her mind to retreat.

"It seems that I remembered something again." Kong Jiran said as she stretched out a hand, and her strength gathered to form a blood-red cannonball.

"Spirit cannon." The blood-red cannonballs echoed.

"Damn it, inheriting the memory? She realized it so quickly, and she should be just a new demon with this power. How could she have such strong demon power!"

Hou Qi was shocked and quickly retreated on tiptoes, while constantly creating dark ghost claws in an attempt to slow down the speed of the spirit cannon.

However, the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny. The spirit cannon shattered all the ghost claws like a broken bamboo and hit Hou Qi's body. He was beaten into nothingness without even a scream.

"Finally solved, it was such a troublesome problem."

Kong Jiran clapped her hands, and with a thought, the sea of ​​flowers formed a big blood-red bed. She fell back and lay on it, and suddenly remembered that she seemed to have seen something about him when she saw Hou Qi for the first time.

I don’t know if the identity thing can be used by herself.

Thinking like this, she raised her hands and looked at her white palms with her crimson eyes.

Name: Kong Jiran

LV:50

Race: Monster Race - Flower of the Other Side

Special identity: Lord of the sea of ​​flowers on the other side

Monster talent: Devour--turn everything into your fertilizer and help you grow.

Charm - take advantage of your stunning beauty, it will become your weapon.

Curse - it has guided the souls of the dead forever. This is their gift to you.

Death - the flower of the other side, the flower of death, let your flower bloom all over the world.

Purification - it seems to be something you originally had, but you just haven't remembered it yet.

Talented magical powers: Soul-Eating Demonic Eyes, Illusion, Red Lotus Karmic Fire, Contract, Red Refining, Psychic Door,??,??...

Are these all my abilities now? They are more detailed than looking at other people's. Kong Jiran thought about it and didn't care so much. She sat up and looked at the endless sea of ​​flowers quietly, suddenly feeling a little bored.

And boredom, it seemed that watching the same scenery for hundreds of millions of years gave her other thoughts.

With a thought, the bed made of flowers disappeared, and Kong Jiran summoned a door, the psychic door, based on her impression of her innate magical power.

Her memory told her that this door seemed to lead to other worlds. Kong Jiran took one last look at the underworld and the sea of ​​flowers, then slowly walked towards the door and disappeared behind it.

But what she didn't notice was that after she left, a gray shadow suddenly appeared in the place where Hou Qi disappeared into ashes, and quickly flew into the sky and disappeared...
Chapter completed!