"What's that over there?" On the bridge of life and death, Liu Shanshan's eyes are fixed on the source of the netherworld river.

Ye Kong and others, who are observing the situation in the field, listened to this sound and all took their eyes back and looked in the direction of Liu Shanshan's fingers.

I can see that the dark dark river, like ink, slowly wafted a piece of phosphorous ghost fire.

the fire was strange. It was like feathers floating on the dark water. It came slowly and did not go out.

Ye Kong and others didn't see the flame. They were wondering. They heard Wang xindaxi's exit.

"fire...