Wan Lei watched for a while, and when he confirmed that the demons truly couldn't get in and had begun to seal the space, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mengmeng, thank you."
Wan Lei hugged Fang Xiaoyu and nodded earnestly.
Mengmeng turned around and said quickly,
"I was just using the rules here. This is the territory of the Ghost Immortals, and the demons cannot enter.
I've already gone too far. I need to return to the amusement park and can't help you anymore.
You must pay close attention to the rules on the stone tablet of the Bridge of Helplessness.
Those who die in this secret realm will have their souls directly sent to the Bridge of Helplessness to enter the Ghost Realm for reincarnation.
The souls of the dead can pass the Bridge of Helplessness unharmed, but the living cannot.
Be sure to pay attention to the rules, or you will die without a burial place.
I'm sorry, I can only help you this far. I have to go back."
Wan Lei nodded and thanked her sincerely,
"Mengmeng, thank you for helping us. I will always remember your kindness. I hope we can meet again someday."
"I hope so. I have to go."
Mengmeng looked at Wan Lei with reluctance, and her figure disappeared directly.
She had told the Ghost Emperor that helping Wan Lei this time was her only chance.
The Ghost Emperor's rules did not include a ban on demons entering, but she couldn't let the demons pass, otherwise Wan Lei would surely die.
Wan Lei watched Mengmeng's figure disappear, then glanced at the demons outside. He then hugged Fang Xiaoyu and walked towards the Bridge of Helplessness.
Several rules were inscribed on the stone tablet of the Bridge of Helplessness.
"One, only the souls of the deceased can pass the Bridge of Helplessness. After passing, they will reincarnate. If a living person crosses the bridge, please remember the following rules.
Two, do not look back when crossing the bridge! Regardless of whether someone taps your shoulder or a familiar person calls your name from behind, do not look back!
Three, this bridge can and only allows three people to walk side by side.
Four, this bridge is absolutely safe and will not collapse, nor will anyone grab your arm. If someone grabs your arm, do not look back!
Five, while on the bridge, do not count your steps!
Six, whatever you see on the bridge is fake, ignore it."
Seeing this, Wan Lei was speechless and sighed.
"Another damn set of rules. But this time it's better, it's simpler, and there are no contradictory rules."
This was the only thing worth being thankful for at the moment. The bridge ahead was flat, with no other markers.
These rules seemed more like protective tips.
"Don't leave me behind."
Suddenly, Fang Xiaoyu in his arms spoke.
"Don't worry, how could I leave you behind?"
Wan Lei smiled slightly, then felt something was wrong. He looked down and saw Fang Xiaoyu's face was pale, her eyes unfocused, as if her consciousness was unclear.
This was a reaction that occurred when people were severely injured and on the verge of death.
Wan Lei knew this.
"Xiaoyu, hold on. The token is just ahead. Once we get it, we can get out."
Wan Lei whispered to comfort her.
"Okay."
"Mm, I'll carry you now. Remember, absolutely do not look back, and don't fall asleep."
Wan Lei put Fang Xiaoyu down, took out some healing pills, and fed them to her.
But he knew that for cultivators at their level, the pills from the Thunderwind Realm were of little help in healing. The immortal realm pills he had found in the Thunder Star Sea had also been depleted long ago. All he could do was endure.
Wan Lei slung the strap of the Thunder God's Hammer onto his wrist and used the Wood Thunder within it to sustain Fang Xiaoyu's injuries.
There wasn't much Wood Thunder. After entering his body, it was unable to slow down his constantly decaying body. He could only transfer all this precious Wood Thunder to Fang Xiaoyu, and hoped that he could reach the altar before he died.
The Thunder power within his body and his natal Thunder Yuan was completely depleted. This ghost place had no spiritual energy at all, and he couldn't even condense a thundercloud.
Wan Lei picked up Fang Xiaoyu on his back and walked towards the Bridge of Helplessness, gritting his teeth.
At this moment, the two of them were once again like they were in the Golden Immortal secret realm, heavily injured, without cultivation. Wan Lei carried Fang Xiaoyu, walking step by step, and finally collapsed in the snow...
"This time, I won't fall."
Wan Lei muttered to himself, cheering himself on, and cheering Fang Xiaoyu on.
Walking forward step by step, the bridge wasn't long, perhaps only about five li. At this distance, with cultivation, he could have crossed it in the blink of an eye.
But now, he could only move forward with his heavy legs, progressing with difficulty.
Suddenly, behind him, there was an explosion, followed by the sound of the bridge collapsing.
"Hmph, what kind of broken barrier can stop us? Kill them, and this Thunderwind Realm will be ours."
Behind him, was Qiong Ku's ferocious voice.
Wan Lei was greatly alarmed and was about to turn around to look, but he stopped himself forcefully.
"No, the rules stated the bridge would not collapse. The rules of the Ghost Immortals are not something Qiong Ku can break.
If Qiong Ku wanted to kill me, he could just do it directly, why would he blow up the bridge?
It's an illusion, this bridge wants to trick me."
Wan Lei muttered to himself, and then he warned Fang Xiaoyu on his back,
"Wife, absolutely do not look back, no matter what happens, do not look back."
The river water below surged, like the roar of vengeful spirits, wanting to drag them away, flowing towards the abyss.
Wan Lei didn't know what the consequences of looking back would be, but Mengmeng and the Bridge of Helplessness both said not to look back, absolutely not to look back!
This was a path of no return, one that must be walked forward.
If they walked further, looking back would mean death!
Wan Lei didn't know how he would die, but he thought it was highly likely he would be swept away by the river.
The person on his back only let out a soft hum in her throat, as if in response.
Wan Lei took out spirit stones from his storage bag and held them in his hands, arduously absorbing the spiritual energy within.
He was born with a Thunder Body, so his speed of absorbing spiritual energy was already extremely slow. Coupled with his severe injuries at the moment, his dantian was cracked, and he couldn't even store spiritual energy. He gave all the meager spiritual energy he absorbed to Fang Xiaoyu.
Five li, long in a sense.
For someone carrying another heavily injured person while also being heavily injured himself.
After a short while, behind Wan Lei, a call came again.
"Wan Lei, wait for me, I'm coming to help you."
It was Qi Manya's voice.
Wan Lei paused, but still did not look back.
"Wan Lei, wait for me, I've brought you pills. Even if you don't eat them, let Fang Xiaoyu eat them. Look how badly she's injured!"
The voice behind him grew closer, and suddenly, Wan Lei felt his left hand, which was holding the spirit stone, being grabbed.
"Why aren't you acknowledging me? Don't you recognize me anymore?"
Wan Lei broke free from the hand that was holding him and continued to walk forward, muttering, "Cannot look back... cannot look back..."
The voices behind him disappeared again.
Wan Lei was lonely. Even with Fang Xiaoyu on his back, in this state of severe injury, walking alone in this strange and eerie place gave him a great sense of insecurity.