Chapter 235: The Banquet

When I returned to Yan Jun City, the sun had not yet risen. The eldest sat in my yard and waited, and the sound of his fingers tapping on the table was rhythmic, indicating that he had been waiting for a long time.

Pushing Zuo Ci and Yu Ji in front of him, I sat down across from him. Said: "It's very similar to Zhang Jiao's situation, but he didn't become crazy, he became demented." ”

The boss didn't look at the two of them and asked, "You saw the process, can you figure out what's going on?"

"There is a loophole in their realm, and someone has taken advantage of this loophole to wipe out their cultivation in an instant. And then this loophole turned them into what they are now. ”

"That is, our clues have been broken again?"

I nodded and said, "Yes, it's broken, the person who controls the loophole is a master, and he has prepared everything in advance, and there is no way to track it." I suspect that Zuo Ci and Yu Ji are bait that each other can put out. ”

The boss fell into deep thought, it is not terrible to have an enemy, what is terrible is that this enemy is always in the shadows, even in the Yan Jun Palace.

"If it's bait, what does he want to catch?"

"I guess he wants to fish for Yuding, Yuding has been away from the underworld for so long, although he walks secretly, he can't hide it from someone who cares. After such a long time, it should be noticed by the other party. ”

"So you let Yuding stay in the world?"

I laughed, "That's the best way to go, isn't it?"

The boss also laughed, laughing a little playfully, and said, "What did you leave for him?"

"It's just a magical power, it's not much use, it shouldn't be a problem to protect Yuding. Even if it is another realm, it is enough to break down the barrier. ”

"That's fine, let's pick a hell for these two ghosts. I'll write to Yuding later, blocking all news of your trip. ”

I wondered, "Why is that?"

The boss stood up, looked at the night around him, and said, "Let's be a little more mysterious, and see if we can disrupt the other party's position." Since Zuo Ci and Yu Ji have become discarded chess, then hide them from the game. ”

The sun rises in the far east, and its rays gradually shine over the land. Zuo Ci and Yu Ji were sent to the sinking hell, this hell is very special, because of the endless sinking, the ghosts inside are struggling in the mire, wrapped in a layer of mud from head to toe, and it is impossible to see who is who.

This place is very suitable for hiding ghosts, especially ghosts like Zuo Ci and Yu Ji, if you throw them inside, you can't recognize them even if you stand in front of you.

Lao Qi also didn't recognize the owner of Loulan City, the main god with a middle-aged face, who had become a little oily and slippery in the past few days. Almost all the time, he was courteous to Jörmunga. It is really rare for an immortal to achieve this level. Lao Qi appreciates this rare thing, and it is a thing to encourage a person to dare to express his joy bravely, and it is the same for the gods.

Wasn't it the same at the beginning, because he was brave, he could abandon everything he had and join hands with his wife. Now that the third life should have passed, I don't know where they have returned and whether they have met again in the human world.

Lao Qi sighed, lit a flame in his hand, and incinerated a bamboo slip in his sleeve into ashes. There are so many constraints in this land that it is not easy for people to breathe.

Fusu slowly walked to the railing and said, "Ye Mengjiade has finished her business, and she can return to the underworld tomorrow, do you want to send another letter to Yan Jundian to inform him?"

"I'll send them a notice in a moment. ”

Fusu nodded and asked, "What is Yan Jun looking at?"

"I'm looking at the reincarnation in this world, Fusu, you look at everything in this land, the vicissitudes of life, the vicissitudes of the mulberry fields, the vicissitudes of the sea, people die as ghosts, and ghosts are born as people. Everything is like a circle, and all beings are in the circle, and they can't get out or stop. ”

"Yan Jun is in the realm of Da Luo Jin Immortal, can't he jump out of it?"

"It's kind of out of the ordinary, but it's just a bigger circle. Everyone is almost doing the same thing, isn't it a kind of reincarnation. Fusu, how long have you been dead? More than 400 years, right?"

"It's been four hundred and seventy years, how did Yan Jun think of asking this?"

Lao Qi didn't answer his question directly, but said, "Four hundred and seventy years, it's long enough, have you seen it?"

Fusu shook his head and said, "I thought I had seen a lot, but in the end I found that I didn't even think of reincarnation sometimes, but I couldn't make up my mind, probably because some of my thoughts hadn't died yet." ”

Lao Qi moved his gaze back from afar, looking at his toes. He didn't say a word, and Fusu didn't say a word, and the two seemed to have some resonance under this silent tacit understanding.

"When Jörmungad returns, I will go with her to the land of the dead. Fusu, come with me to have a look. ”

"Okay", Fusu replied softly. I don't know what it will look like. How will that side of the world be different from the underworld?

Willing, willing. What is giving? What is giving? Giving and gaining are never on the same level, and they are never a choice.

All existence will be reluctant, and all life will produce confusion of one kind or another in it.

The Loulan City Lord's sacrifice lies in his unstinginess towards money. During the days when Jörmungård was in Loulan City, he held a grand banquet every time, and he spent countless sums of money, which was his sacrifice.

And the smile on Jörmungad's face was his. Never underestimate the abilities of a woman, especially a woman with outstanding looks. Such a woman is the focus of the factory on many occasions. All men like to be around her.

The smile on her face was as good as ever, and the politeness she displayed was impeccable. It's just that she never showed any closeness to anyone, and of course, she didn't show any estrangement. Like the people around him apologized, Ye Mengjia slowly walked to Lao Qi's side.

Said: "Loulan City is really a welcoming place, will you be so enthusiastic there?"

Lao Qi smiled politely and said, "It's probably not as good as here, the underworld is a place that doesn't like luxury, and it is rare to hold such banquets." ”

"It's an amazing place for me, and I don't know if I've ever had the pleasure of witnessing it. ”

"Realm, in fact, it's nothing special, it's boring there, far less interesting than the underworld. ”

Jörmungad showed a look of disappointment, since she left the country of the dead, her requests have rarely been refused, and now, she has tasted it in Lao Qi.

Lao Qi turned a blind eye to her expression, and many things were not just something to think about. Beauty is not an invincible weapon, not to mention that Jörmungad's body can hide it from others, but it can't hide it from Lao Qi at all.

It's even a little ridiculous, this beautiful woman is actually a snake, a huge snake. Lao Qi could even see her huge open mouth, with sharp fangs exposed in her mouth, as if she was about to eat people at any time.

It's ridiculous that those attentive fools, with their superficial cognition of appearances, come to this woman at any cost, but never think about what her essence is. They are all a bunch of fools, stupid before the ancients, stupid after the uncome. Silly cute, but also stupidly hateful.

Ghosts may not be smarter than humans, even if they have some lifelong knowledge and experience. Immortals may not be as smart as ghosts, even if they have a longer period of time and a higher realm. Many ghosts are colliding with each other's glasses, and the dancing girls are swaying their beautiful bodies. The city lord of Loulan was accompanying Jörmungad. Fusu was gently tapping the table.

All this fell in Lao Qi's eyes, as if he was watching a floating game.

The players are using their own tricks and unleashing their so-called charms, and he is out of step with all of this......

Out of place, or perhaps a kind of engagement.

A passive, silent engagement......