Shiruhua didn't know how long she had been asleep, but when she woke up, she only felt heavy, as if she had a serious illness, and her body was still a little weak after she recovered.

"Girl, you're awake!" A cold female voice sounded above her head, and Shiruhua hurriedly got up, dizzy, shook her head, and made herself look a little more energetic, only to look sideways, only to see a woman who looked like a maid standing quietly on the side of the bed, her cold eyes were dead and silent, and she couldn't see the slightest ripple.

"Where is this?" The consciousness was weak, and he looked around, the palace decoration that was not luxurious was a little elegant, and the ancient style was very heavy, but there was one thing that made people feel particularly gloomy, that is, there were a lot of black ghost fires floating in the sky above the palace, burning, flashing green flames, picturesque eyebrows, and my heart was surprised, is this hell? What about Heliyu?

The maid-like woman bowed slightly and said coldly:

"This is the young master's bedroom, and the slave will go to invite the young master." After speaking, he turned around and left without waiting for the poetry to react.

Shiruhua got out of bed and looked around, this dormitory was a little strange that there were no windows, and she couldn't see the slightest outside, so she had to step out of the palace door, but just as her feet were about to step out, a thick black smoke came in from the outside, which made Shiruhua startled, hurriedly retracted her feet, and stared at the black mist that slowly turned into a human form, it turned out to be a ghost, Shiruhua was surprised, he turned out to be the young master here, could it be, is she really in hell?

Dressed in a black robe, the young man carried his hands on his back, quietly staring at the picturesque landscape, showing a smile on his slightly immature face.

"Are you awake?"

"Mortal, where is this?" Poetic and picturesque wanted to confirm it again, and her heart was pounding, praying that this place would not be hell.

"This is the dormitory where I live, the hell of your mortal mouth." The young man smiled evilly, human beings often show a frightened and frightened appearance when they hear the son of hell, he thought that he would see it on Shiruhua's face, but unfortunately, Shiruhua was only slightly surprised for a moment, and his consciousness asked anxiously:

"Where's Heliyu? What did you do to him? ”

Gloomy and boring, the evil on his face disappeared, turned into a cold appearance, turned around and sat down, personally poured himself a glass of water, and took a sip, his casual and indifferent appearance made Shiru grit his teeth, and said with hatred:

"Hell, even if I can't beat you, you should know that I also have the ability to turn this place upside down."

"Picturesque, I don't know where he went in your mouth, my father locked you all back to hell in a fit of rage, but when I entered the pass of hell, I was just in time for a riot in the underworld, so, I'm sorry, Heli is missing." The apologetic stall shrugged.

The picturesque heart sank, this hell is the world of Hades at all, how can a person say that he is missing.

"There are two officials, the underworld is the world of your father and son, if you want to make a person disappear, you can do anything in secret." The rebuttal of the atmosphere of consciousness, the eyes full of anger stared at the underworld, eager to devour the evil boy in front of her alive, but Shiruhua also knew that as long as there was the king of Hades, she would not be able to move the young man in front of her.

Listening to what she said, he frowned slightly, then pondered for a moment and said with a smile:

"Miss Shi, I'm afraid you have misunderstood, the underworld is not what my father and I said, my father and I only govern hell, as for the underworld, there are other people who govern it, we are not people from the same city, why do you want to tie us together."

Picturesque and stunned:

"Hell isn't the underworld, and your father and son don't all rule the same."

The Dead shook his head again, and said with a headache:

"You people in the world always like to connect hell and hell together, but you don't know that hell is hell, hell is hell, and hell is hell, and every place has its ruler, and the three are not in harmony at all, so how can it be the same?"

Shiruhua opened his mouth for a long time and didn't speak, isn't the hell in everyone's mouth the underworld, who would have thought that hell is not the underworld, these are two places at all.

"Hell, according to what you say, He Liyu disappeared when he was about to enter the Hell Pass, does that mean that he may be in the underworld now?"

Ying Ying frowned slightly, looked at Shiruhua for a long time, suddenly showed a weird smile, got up, walked to Shiru's picture, leaned over to look at her, his movements were very fast, and the startled Shiruhua hurriedly took a step back, stretched out his hand to block him, and said sharply:

"If you have something to say, you have something to say, and if you go forward, don't blame me for being polite."

A trace of evil appeared on her immature face, and she looked at her darkly, and under her eyes, a black mist of consciousness appeared, which floated like a whirlpool and then disappeared quickly.

"Picturesque, as long as you promise me one thing, I will be responsible for retrieving Heliyu and sending him out of the underworld and back to the yang, how about it?"

"What do I promise you?" Shiruhua asked cautiously, how do you look at the young man in front of him like a demon, if it weren't for the existence of his father Hades, she wouldn't care who he was, she would teach him a lesson first.

"As long as you promise to marry me and carry out double cultivation, I will definitely let Heli Yu'an leave the underworld and return to the yang world safely."

"What? What did you say? Get married? Double Major? Isn't that feverish, your head is burning? The picturesque consciousness was really taken aback, and hurriedly took a few steps back, farther away from him, and looked at him with some amusement.

"Hades, how old are you thinking about double cultivation, is this what your father Hades taught you?" Consciousness sneered, and mocked, making the underworld a little embarrassed, and his expression was slightly red, if it wasn't for his father telling him to do this, he wouldn't have married the woman in front of him who injured him in order to improve his cathode power, however, hearing Shiruxiang say that Hades was his father, he blinked, raised his eyebrows, and said with an interesting smile:

"Poetic and picturesque, if you let the Hades hear this, he will definitely kill you."

"Hell, don't divert the topic, I won't agree with your opinions, as for He Liyun, I'll find it myself, and the ghost will use you."

"You're really right, when you come to this hell, in addition to ghosts, they are still ghosts, and the ones who can be used by the young master are really ghosts, but, picturesque, how can you think that the Hades King is my father?" The underworld stared at her, puzzled and asked, is it possible that he is the illegitimate son of the king of Hades, it is impossible, according to black and white impermanence, in the first war 10,000 years ago, his body was destroyed, and his father guarded his soul after 10,000 years of pregnancy and nourishment before he became the king of the soul fetus, and now, it is impossible to change his father after resurrection.

Shiru saw himself muttering, and he couldn't hear what he was saying, so he said with consciousness:

"Isn't Hades the master of hell? Moreover, he also captured the merman wizard Hou Xuan, didn't your father do all this? ”

"Ah, do you think that Hades is the master of hell?" Styx stared at her in surprise, and it took a long time to react, no wonder this woman kept saying that her father was Hades, it turned out that she was mistaken.

"Picturesque, I solemnly tell you this time, Hades is not the master of hell, he is not my father, Hades is the king of the underworld, ruling the underworld and hell, and my father is the lord of hell, as for the merman wizard in your mouth, I don't know very well."

Shiruxiang listened to a little headache, looking at the underworld, a little doubtful that this kid was playing around for her, where did there be so many distinctions in this underworld, everyone didn't think so in the world, how did he come to hell, but divided into several factions.

"Mortal, is it true that you are also divided into several factions in the underworld, and everyone does not interfere with each other?"

"Of course, my father's Underworld is only in charge of the eighteenth layer of hell, as for those lonely souls and wild ghosts who are reincarnated and reincarnated, they will be under the control of the underworld, and the new souls who have just died will first go to the underworld, which is what you humans call the underworld, and the Hades will only decide whether the new souls will be reincarnated or go to the eighteenth layer of hell after reading it, I say this, do you understand?" Stygian stared at him, mockery flashing in his eyes, such a simple truth, this little human didn't understand, in vain for his father to value the extreme yin qi in her body.

Poetry pondered in his heart, as he said, He Liyu disappeared in the underworld, and the father of the underworld, the underworld, was in charge of hell, so go to the underworld to find Heliyun, wouldn't the underworld not be able to help.

"You say, I understand, who is in charge of the underworld? How can I find him? ”

The Grim looked at her like a monster, pursed his lips, and said with an evil smile:

"It's picturesque, you still want to go out when you come to hell, it's really a dream, who would dare to let you go without my father's command, not to mention, it's even more impossible to go to the underworld."

Shiruhua was angry, staring at his eyes, and just wanted to speak, but he saw the black demon coming in from outside the hall, and bowed his head respectfully:

"Young master, the master instructed his subordinates to take the poet girl to the main hall."

"Did your father say why he was so picturesque?" The Dead frowned slightly, and then quickly unfolded.

"The master only instructed his subordinates to take the poet girl to the main hall, and he didn't say anything else."

The Shadow nodded, glanced at the poetic picturesque, got up and left the palace without saying anything, bowed down to see the Shadow away, straightened up and glanced at the poetry coldly, and said:

"Poet girl, let's go! Don't keep the owner waiting. ”

Shiruhua looked at Heisha, snorted coldly, and his consciousness echoed coldly in Heisha's mind:

"Black, what about the Heli people? And what about the others? Where did you get them? ”

"Poet girl, what you should tell will tell you, what you shouldn't know, even if you ask, you can't ask the answer."

The hands that fell into the water sleeves were clenched, and the poetry stared coldly at the black sha, and the lips drew a cold and hard arc, and the sharp edge flashed under the eyes.

"Black, one day, you will pay for what you said today!" As soon as his consciousness fell, he threw off his water sleeves and left the palace, standing outside, his face suddenly changed slightly, the black gas in the sky was swirling in the air, there was no trace of light or a starlight, only black gas shrouded all directions, the towering palace wall was extremely black, with black mist, and the gloomy aura emitted made the lonely souls and wild ghosts wandering outside the palace wall retreat, and the eyes glowing with green light flashed with fear.

Shiruhua stood outside the hall embarrassed and didn't know which way to go, all of it was pitch black, although he could see the direction, but he didn't know where to go, Hei Sha walked to her, his cold eyes swept her away, didn't say anything, walked forward, his eyes made Shiruhua embarrassed but helpless, people had to bow their heads under the eaves, and followed Heisha out of the palace wall in a muffled voice, Shiruhua really felt the horror of hell, countless lonely souls and wild ghosts rushed to her with their teeth and claws, some stuck out their tongues, Some of the heads were only hung on the neck, and the other side was bloody, looking terrifying, and some screamed and opened their mouths to bite her shoulder, poetic and slightly angry, stretched out their hands, and the light of the palm flickered and instantly covered the past, those lonely souls and wild ghosts suddenly screamed again and again, and the originally ethereal and ethereal body was penetrated by the light, looming in the air, and the rest of the lonely souls and wild ghosts were stunned when they saw this, and they stood obediently in the distance and never dared to come closer. Let her know that hell is not a place where she can touch and resist at will, but unexpectedly, a slap of the palm will make those lonely souls and wild ghosts fear and panic, which is beyond the expectations of the black demons.

Wherever the black demons led the picturesque past, the black mist dispersed, and then re-condensed behind them, forming a black and misty area.

When Heisha's footsteps stopped, Shiruhua looked up, and the four big black characters of 'Gate of Hell' were inlaid on the city gate, Heisha glanced back at her, and said coldly:

"Let's go!"

Heisha walked towards the door, poetry and painting followed in, a narrow bridge appeared in front of him, under the narrow bridge is the dark and black river, with a gloomy cold air, black smoke gradually appeared on the river, walked to the narrow bridge, suddenly, the eyes glimpsed the river surging and rolling, poetry and painting looked at it, and saw countless flickering ghosts slowly emerging from the dark river water, the eyes flashed with resentment and jealousy, staring at the poetry and picturesque as if seeing the prey, from resentment and jealousy to excitement, waving his hands to the poetry, Really looking for death, Shiruhua stared at them indifferently, raised his hand, his fingers were a little in the air, and the white light suddenly spread around his fingers, crushing countless lonely souls and wild ghosts, and instantly disappeared in the dark river, Hei Sha looked at her sideways and didn't say anything, and continued to walk forward, but, at the moment of turning his head, his lips drew a satisfied arc, and the bottom of his eyes, but a trace of coldness appeared, which made people look frightened.

When they came to the gate of the palace, the two little ghosts who were guarding the door saw it, and immediately stepped forward with a flattering smile, bowing very low, and their voices were full of flattery:

"Lord Black, you're back, the master is waiting for you, go in."

Heisha didn't look at them and walked towards the hall, when Shiruhua passed by the two imps, the two imps looked at her in surprise, because, they obviously smelled the breath of people on this woman, how could it be, how could there be living humans in hell, the two imps were afraid that they would be dazzled and wanted to look again, but they were blocked by a layer of black gas, and one of the imps sighed:

"I said buddy, has something happened in hell recently, why can I always smell the breath of human beings, the one last time, the one who was brought back by the master himself, you say, is the master practicing something?" This little ghost lowered his voice very low, and the other little ghost was stunned for a moment, looked up at the palace gate, his eyes flashed with fear, and whispered:

"You can't talk nonsense, if you talk too much, you will cause trouble, if the master finds us chewing the root of our tongue and being sent to the eighteenth layer of hell, you and I will suffer." Thinking of the torture of the eighteen layers of hell, the two little ghosts changed their faces, their bodies trembled involuntarily, and they hurriedly walked back to the door, where their expressionless pestles remained motionless