In front of him, there was an unfathomable blackness, and when he raised his hand to go deep into this darkness, he couldn't see his five fingers clearly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The boy stood in the darkness, his eyes full of panic, nervousness, and horror.

His name is Yinlong, he was a high school student before his death, and because his family conditions were not very good, his parents had to settle him in an ordinary middle school in the city.

His grades in school are not very good, he has nothing to do all day long, he is idle, and his parents are also anxious and helpless to take him.

However, he is the only heart of his parents, as the only child in the family, no matter how stubborn his temperament is and how bad his temper is, his parents are reluctant to scold him.

But now, in this infinite darkness, he is extremely afraid, scared, and overwhelmed in his heart.

The frustration is that his parents learned of his death, and they were in pain, and they let them worry about it for too long.

Fear is not knowing where you are.

Regretting, he doesn't know if there is a chance to return to his parents again.

Self-deprecating, he didn't know why he suddenly broke into the middle of the road from the side of the road.

He had felt someone pushing him from behind, but the moment he was knocked out by the speeding black car, he saw that there was no one behind the side of the road.

"Where is this? How did I end up here? Let me out! The silver dragon roared in pain, panic, and trembling, "Let me go back!" Tears slowly slipped from the corners of his eyes because of extreme panic and insecurity.

In the same way, those tears carried more guilt and attachment to their parents.

I feel guilty that I have let my parents worry about it for too long, I have never let my parents feel at ease since I was a child, I have nothing to do all day long, and I have never taken my studies to heart. Sometimes, I even quarrel with them, which makes them very worried.

Attachment, attachment to the care and care of the father, nostalgia for the harshness and rebuke of the mother.

He really didn't want to leave his parents like this.

If you don't have yourself, your parents will have nothing to rely on in the future.

Who are they going to rely on?

Remorse and attachment turned into the man's silent tears, slowly dripping into the darkness under his feet.

Crystal teardrops, light and agile like elves, fell into the vast darkness.

The darkness under the feet of the silver dragon suddenly seemed like a lake under the night moon, with faint ripples......

The dots of ripples centered on the silver dragon slowly dispersed in all directions.

One drop, two drops, three drops......

Teardrops, like rain, slid down the silver dragon's cheeks and fell into the darkness beneath his feet.

Circles of ripples, glowing with silver-white light, continue to ripple into the dark distance.

His reddened eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the silver-white glimmer under his feet.

This strange scene made Yinlong stop sobbing silently.

The dark eyes with tears were full of surprise and amazement.

stared blankly at the silver-white ripples in the darkness, and gradually drifted away.

The surprise and surprise in the silver dragon's eyes gradually converged, and in its place, there was loss.

In the midst of the loss, an old voice like a bell came from far away from the depths of darkness, and suddenly sounded like an echo of the valley, full of vicissitudes of the world in its thick and melodious voice.

"Welcome to the Underworld!" The voice made the silver dragon tremble.

Hearing the old voice from the darkness in front of him, Yinlong was nervous, looked around vigilantly back and forth, and found that there was no half a figure, and immediately, the voice said vigilantly: "Who is it?!" ”

"Guardian of the Underworld!"

Ignoring the vigilance and the slightest fear in Yinlong's tone, the old man's voice answered truthfully.

"The underworld? Guardians? The silver dragon muttered.

At this moment, his face was full of confusion, but the next moment, as if he remembered something, his heart beat slightly uneasily.

And this uneasiness, like a thunderbolt, instantly repelled the blank look on his face.

His voice trembled and hoarse because of fear and fear: "Underworld... The underworld? Difficult...... Could it be that I... I'm still ......"

"That's right! You're dead! The old man's voice was resolute and resolute.

At that moment, hearing the words of the old voice, Yinlong's face suddenly turned like ashes, and the look in his eyes instantly dimmed, as if his soul had been shattered all of a sudden.

"What? Lost? Suddenly confirmed his own death. The old voice continued.

Coming back to his senses, Yinlong smiled bitterly and nodded.

"One thing, I really wish I was just a dream, I woke up from the dream, everything was back to the way it was, and I found that I wasn't dead, that I was still with my parents, and that I was still the high school student who loved to fight every day."

Hearing the sound, the old voice in the darkness paused. After a moment, the voice slowly rang out.

"If you can do a little bit, then you can think of it as a dream!"

"Really? Which point to do?! Yinlong's eyes suddenly regained their brightness.

"Defeat Yama!"

"Yama?!"

"The First Emperor of the Underworld! He is also the only peak powerhouse, as long as you can defeat him. ”

"Just defeat him and wake up and find that everything is a dream? And then, resurrection? ”

"Hmmm! As long as you can defeat him! Hearing the old man's voice answer firmly.

Although Yinlong had some doubts in his heart, he still couldn't help but be enthusiastic.

As soon as he thought that as long as he could defeat the first emperor of the underworld, Yama, he would be resurrected and return to his parents.

His heart at the moment began to be faintly agitated, and he was even a little impatient. However, then he calmed down.

"Can you tell us about Yama? Since it's such a big thing as resurrection, it should be difficult to defeat him, right? ”

"Well, you kid is alert, and the old man will patiently explain some things about Yama to you.

Yama is the only god in the 120 million years since the establishment of the underworld.

He controls the lives of tens of billions of living beings in the entire underworld, and he is the strongest in the entire underworld, and his strength is at the level of the tenth-level Demon God Emperor.

There are two judges, three impermanence, five divine beasts, ten demon emperors and tens of millions of ghost soldiers, sitting in the Netherworld Senluo Palace. ”

"Rank 10 Demon God Emperor?! What is that?! ”

Hearing this, the old voice in the darkness patiently explained: "It is the division level of the strength level of the soul of the underworld.

After death, it is a soul, and a person is divided into three souls and seven spirits.

The first three souls are demon gods, demon god masters, and demon gods.

The latter seven spirits are the demon sacred, the demon god sect, the demon god king, the demon god emperor, the demon god king, the demon god spirit, and the demon god emperor. ”

"So what should I do to defeat him?! Listen to you, that guy seems to be quite powerful. ”

"Cultivate hard, and eventually become king!" The old voice replied lightly.

The silver dragon was silent.

"That's it! I'm almost done with what I need to say. If you really have that heart, you want to defeat Yama and seek resurrection. Then work hard to cultivate, and next, the old man will send you to the place of refinement - the other world! ”

As soon as the words fell, Yinlong was not allowed to agree.

The latter was swirling in front of his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, the darkness receded.

The blood-colored sunlight shone down the earth and shone on the silver dragon.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he felt the oncoming mountain wind, which was faintly bloody.

The silver dragon suddenly found that he was standing on the edge of the cliff at this moment.

Looking at the huge outline of the city in the distance below the cliff, the silver dragon said in surprise: "This is ......"