I really don't know how to operate in the sun
Tianyuan calendar, the first year.
The underworld is in turmoil, demons are raging, and ghosts are infested.
Thousands of years later, the ancestors of the Chen State drove away demons, killed ghosts, and calmed the mountains and rivers.
Later, he wanted to build the Qin Heavenly Prison to protect all the people.
At this time, a young man was born in the middle of the micro-end.
The palm hooks the soul chain in the hand, the
soul clothes are locked, the
judge's pen is broken, and the book of life and
death is changed.
Many years later, Han Feng, the new lord of the underworld,
stood in the clouds, looking down on the world,
looking back at the past, he looked up to the sky and smiled, brushed his sleeves away,
"I am a person from the underworld, I really can't operate in the yang world!"