A few years later, the human world is mortal.

Shu Qing, a small urban white-collar worker, was curled up on the sofa with a magazine in his arms, flipping through it with burning eyes.

On the cover of the magazine with black background, a young student with dyed blonde hair and a burgundy suit turned his head slightly, revealing two-thirds of his face, and his right hand with a silver-gray bracelet pinched his neck, and there was a faint lotus-shaped dark blue tattoo on his neck.

Shu Qing licked his lower lip, swallowed his saliva, reached out and picked up the mobile phone not far away, dialed the number and dialed it out.

"Hey...... What's up? "There was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone, as if it was very busy.

"Fu Yun, are you busy now?" Shu Qing carefully placed the magazine on the coffee table, and his fingers slid along the cover of the magazine across Xiao Sheng's face.

"Well, I'm a little busy, I've been doing something lately, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just want to ask you, are you free next week, my idol has an event in City A next week, do you want to accompany me."

"I'll take a look...... It should be ok. ”

"Okay......" Shu Qing finished speaking, and was about to hang up the phone, but he didn't want to sweep to a medicine gourd on the coffee table.

The gourd was about the size of a coke, and its whole body was turquoise, shining brightly under the light, as if it was very valuable.

"That's fine, I'll hang up first."

"Wait......" Shu Qing involuntarily took the medicine gourd in his hand and played with it carefully, and said; Fu Yun, there is a medicine gourd on that table, it looks like an antique, is it yours? ”

"Medicine gourd...... No, I don't have anything like that......"

"Not yours...... Whose is that? Shu Qing shook the gourd casually, and the sound of the beads colliding with each other passed through the gourd wall to his ears.

"There seemed to be something in it, like beads. It can't be some priceless treasure, right? ”

"If you open it and see if it's over, I'll hang up first." After Fu Yun finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone, not at all interested.

Shu Qing looked at the apartment she shared with Fu Yun, an apartment where no one else would come in except her and Fu Yun on weekdays.

She lowered her head and thought about it, and finally opened the medicine gourd carefully, aiming at the mouth of the gourd, wanting to see what was going on.

The inside of the gourd was pitch black, and there was a faint round thing emitting a vermilion light.

Shu Qing became interested, barely suppressed the curiosity in his heart, and half-tilted the gourd.

Grains of colored flat round sugar rolled out of the medicine gourd.

"I'll go!" Shu Qing casually left one of the things that fell in the palm of his hand and threw it in his mouth, and put the rest on the coffee table; "Who is so boring, put mm beans in the gourd, I thought it was some kind of treasure, really."

It doesn't seem to taste right, but it's delicious.

She looked at the remaining jelly beans on the coffee table, her brows slowly locking together.

There is no M letter on the jelly bean, and the medicine gourd feels that it is just a gourd if you look closely, and there is no food safety sign.

"I'm going... This thing is a three-nothing. ”

"What are the three nothings, is it your new mental method?" A cold voice sounded in the room, and Shu Qing shuddered.

"You...... Who are you? ”

"Who am I, you don't know?"

"How do I know who you are?!" Shu Qing trembled and picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table.

"Oh...... I know. ”

"You...... You know...... Know what! Shu Qing was trembling when he heard his voice.

"I know......" the voice paused slightly, then yelled; Idiot, you don't wake up quickly! ”

This sentence seemed to burst out of his mind, and Shu Qing's eyes turned black when he hit it, and he didn't know anything.

At the same time, on the Heavenly Dao outside the ninth layer of the Heavenly Prison.

A man in a dark robe was walking towards here from a distance, with firm steps and a stern face.

He is the iron-faced and selfless executor of the Heavenly Rules in the Sanqing Heaven, Yang Jian.

But today, there was a little less solemnity in his eyes, and even a little warmth.

It was supposed to be an unobstructed road to heaven, but he stopped.

A man in a purple shirt crossed his arms in the middle of the road, frowning and squinting at him dissatisfied, with eagle-like eyes.

His eyebrows are sharp, the corners of his lips are slightly hooked, and he has a ruffian.

"Why are you here?" The man in the dark robe straightened his back and looked at the person in front of him, and the corners of his lips inadvertently curled slightly.

"Cheap, didn't I ask you to fight today?!" The man asked.

"I haven't forgotten."

"Then why didn't you come to me?!"

"I've got something going on right now."

"What's the matter, if you're a brother, sue me!"

"I'm going to pick up the third brother Nezha first. Also, I'm not your brother. ”

"Good, good, not brothers. Eh...... Cheap, you mean, Nezha is going to be released, let's pick him up together, my brother will practice more in the future! The dissatisfaction in the man's eyes immediately dissipated when he heard this, and he jumped behind the man in Xuanyi with a smile, gearing up.

"You look like this, don't take my third brother badly."

"What...... You actually dislike me, you dislike me regardless of our brotherhood. The man stared at him with bright dark eyes.

"Who is a brother to you, didn't I tell you just now?" The man in Xuanyi raised his eyebrows and said.

"Cheng Chengcheng, if you're not a brother, you're not a brother, but you can't dislike me."

"Well, okay, I mean, it's good to find me in a fight, Nezha is still young, you look for him to fight, don't hurt him and get into trouble and close the prison." Yang Jian rarely explained patiently to a person.

"Hey, hey, cheap, you're wrong, if it's a man, he should be able to fight, if it's a man, he should be full of blood, if it's a man, he should go to the Three Realms, and if it's a man, he should ......."

"So I'm fighting with you, so I'm with you, so I'm with you, so I'm with you! Go, wait outside the Nantian Gate. ”

"Okay." The man nodded happily, and the fart was ready to leave.

"Wait......"

"Cheap?"

"There's something I want to ask you."

"Eh, what's the matter, just say it."

"That ......," Yang Jian said, looking at the heavenly soldiers patrolling around; Forget it, I'll ask you again at Nantianmen later. ”

"Okay, don't miss me too much~"

Yang Jian turned around and continued to walk inside.

The ninth floor of the prison, the dark stone room.

The golden inscriptions engraved in the stone room glowed with cold light in the light blue lights around them, and they slowly emerged from the stone wall and flew around the round platform in the center of the stone room, like golden chains, tightly locking the things in the round platform.

The door of the stone room slowly opened, and a man in a dark robe with some golden cloud patterns between his eyes appeared at the door.

The man was followed by four or five Heavenly Prison Divine Soldiers, and one of the Divine Soldiers led by him raised his eyebrows slightly in the dark.

Yang Jian waved his hand, and the divine soldiers took a few steps back.

He put the thumb of his right hand on the mouth of his left hand, put his hands together, and flipped violently against the golden inscription chain.

The inscriptions were scattered, and all the light blue lights around them were extinguished, and only the white light was shrouded in the round platform.

Yang Jian took a few more steps forward and pressed the disc of the convex Nine Dragon Wall on the stone wall.

The white light slowly faded, and finally became transparent, revealing the person sitting in the center of the round platform.

A small doll with two ball-headed heads.

The corners of Yang Jian's lips curved slightly in a small arc, his hand quietly checked the purse hanging on his waist, and glanced around, and the divine soldiers immediately stepped forward.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, and walked towards the round platform.

But the people on the round platform closed their eyes tightly, as if they were unconscious.

"Third brother, second brother picked you up." Yang Jian stood outside the round platform and gently called the people inside the round platform.

The man on the round platform, with his head bowed, did not respond.

The man in Xuanyi frowned slightly, looked at the divine soldiers around him again, walked up to the round platform, and bent his knees to look at the little doll on the round platform.

The doll's long eyelashes fell a faint shadow on the blue face, and the hibiscus lips pursed slightly, like a delicate puppet.

Yang Jian raised his hand slightly, and the lights around him instantly lit up, and the cold stone room was as bright as day in an instant.

"Erlang Zhenjun, why hasn't the third prince of Nezha come out yet?" A divine soldier led by Yang Jian asked Yang Jian with a smile like a good show.

"Nezha has been locked up in the prison for so long, his legs are numb and his movements are slow, why do you have to pass it on to you first?"

"Erlang Zhenjun is a misinterpretation of the meaning of the small, the small one has just stayed in the prison for a long time, and I have seen too many immortals taking the opportunity of facing the wall to sneak out of the body and go down to earth privately, Nezha's third prince is like this, it is really ......"

"Oh? You're well-informed, but I'm just a loner? ”

"Erlang Zhenjun, what you said, the little god is just giving an idea for Zhenjun"

"Oh, follow me with ideas." Yang Jian lowered his head and raised his eyebrows, and sneered.

"Isn't it, after all, once this is discovered without permission, the guilt is not small." The leader of the divine soldier looked up at Yang Jian with a smile and said; "Although it is said that Erlang Zhenjun, as the second brother of the third prince of Nezha, is in charge of Tiantiao. But Erlang Zhenjun is famous for treating everyone equally in the Heavenly Court, so once the third prince of Nezha violates the rules of heaven, he is no different from others, right, Lord Zhenjun? ”

The man in the dark clothes narrowed his eyes, his gaze sank little by little, and the smile on the corner of his lips disappeared.

"You, good." After speaking, Yang Jian turned his head and gently patted the shoulder of the little doll on the round platform.

"Let's let the little one come." When the divine soldier takes a step forward, he has to come to the forefront.

"Nezha...... Did you touch it too? Yang Jian's tone was light, but he couldn't resist.

"It's just that Erlang Zhenjun is like this, so that the little one has to wonder if you are delaying time, or let the little one use the Jiantian Mirror to take a look, the third prince's Yuan Shen is still there." The smile in the eyes of the divine soldier was even stronger.

"With me here, do you still need a Heavenly Mirror?" Yang Jian tilted his head slightly, and looked at the divine soldier with cold eyes.

The Divine Soldier smiled and lowered his head and took a step back.

Yang Jian frowned, the hands on Nezha's shoulders squeezed slightly, the flowing cloud patterns between his eyes cracked violently, and the third eye immediately opened, looking at the people on the round platform.

Yang Jian felt a surge of fire surging up from the dantian, rushing straight ahead, and the smile in the future tense burned away.