The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 2287

Austin was shocked.

"These guys smell like the dead... Are they looking for the Memory Bridge?

And if they really are ghosts, are they trying to find the bridge and reincarnate themselves?'

The demonic avatar was now moving into the depths of the Triangle Zone, and Austin followed it cautiously. This was a very unstable and dangerous area.

"The Memory Bridge!

It's right over there."

A voice reached Austin's ears. And it looked like his suspicions were true. As soon as the voice came, all the rotten figures excitedly charged off in one direction simultaneously.

'What the hell? They have found the Memory Bridge?'

Austin was getting curious.

Legend had it that when a living creature died, then its soul had to cross the Memory Bridge if it wanted to be reborn. It wasn't exactly a very pleasant way of coming back, but it was the only way.

Once the soul drank the soup cooked by the Old Lady Meng, and crossed the Memory Bridge, it would lose all memory of its previous life and be reborn as an entirely different person.

Austin looked at the rotten figures and gnashed his teeth.

'Damn it. Let's follow them and see what they are going to do, '

he decided.

Under his orders, the demonic avatar moved forward and he followed behind it. If anything came, it would hit the avatar first, assuming that it came from the front.

As they got going, Austin noticed that several rotten corpses were staring at them with a sad gaze.

The worst part about the whole stalking thing was that they all had white eyeballs; their irises were gone!

They looked scary!

Fortunately, they seemed more anxious about getting to the Memory Bridge than anything else. Therefore, they completely ignored Austin and his demonic avatar.

About an hour later, the sound of flowing water came towards them, getting clearer by the minute.

A huge black river was flowing in front of them, cutting their path and stopping them dead in their tracks.

The water was turbulent and roaring in fury.

The only way across was a narrow and smooth bridge over the river.

At one end of the bridge stood a very thin, very ugly, and a very old woman. She was wearing a black hat and looking out as if she was guarding the bridge.

At this point, Austin noticed more and more rotten figures constantly rushing towards the bridge from afar and gathering in front of it.

There were easily thousands, maybe even millions of them. They let out sharp roars from time to time, and if any ordinary cultivator were here, they would be scared to death.

'Is this the Memory Bridge?

Is that old woman the Old Lady Meng?'

To be honest, the scene frightened Austin a bit too, who was peeping at them from a distance.

"Have you made up your mind?

Are you sure you want to cross the Memory Bridge and be reborn instead of staying to guard this world?

If you have, then just drink the soup I give you, forget everything, cut off all connections with this realm, and be reincarnated,"

the skinny old woman at the far end of the bridge roared in a surprisingly powerful voice.

She waved her hand, and a huge wooden table appeared in front of her. On it were laid hundreds of bowls of some hot black stuff steaming with a dark smoke. Presumably, this was the soup for reincarnation.

'Looks like that these ghosts are really going to cross the Memory Bridge. They don't want to stay.

Dammit, I heard that the Memory Bridge resides in hell.

Have I broken into hell by accident?'

The thought sent a chill down Austin's spine. Was he ever going to get out?

'If there really is a spatial passage which connects the Triangle Zone to hell, and I have barged in by chance, then I am going to be in a lot of trouble.'

The thought made Austin want to leave the darned place as soon as possible.

Just at that moment, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere had suddenly gone a little strange.

When the old woman finished her words, a dead silence fell near the bridge.

There was no sound.