There were people along the way, the streets were wide, the streets were lined with shops, and there were even small traders and vendors selling along the streets, and on Wednesday I even suspected that I had come to a nationally developed city, if it weren't for the occasional unconscious ghosts.

Soon, Wednesday was taken to a place that resembled an ancient yamen.

The leader walked up the steps and said a few words to the two men guarding the door, and Wednesday was led inside.

The road leading to the entrance leads to the lobby, and there are naturally a few guards guarding it along the way.

Entering the lobby, Wednesday looked at the layout of the lobby, and there was a faint uneasiness in his heart.

The decoration of the lobby is obviously the ancient yamen, and even the soldiers holding the killing rods on both sides are exactly the same.

"It's exposed. Wednesday looked at the expression of the "uncle" in the high hall and muttered silently in his heart.

Syllable!

The crisp sound of the startling wood echoed in the lobby.

Mighty......

Naturally, the killing rod clanged against the ground, and then the guards shouted mighty in a long voice.

"Damn! It's kind of scary. "Even if I've seen this formation on Wednesday, it's the first time I've actually been in it.

Kneel!

One of the guards came out in front of the crowd and said as viciously as he faced Wednesday.

Your mother, really think Lao Tzu is one of those stupid and stupid ghosts? Lao Tzu kneels for you with wool, even if Lao Tzu is dead, he is still a bird.

Wednesday's face looked stupid and stupid, but there was anger accumulating in those blurred eyes.

Lao Tzu is also at the level of a senior officer, and he is about the same level as the number one in charge of the police station or the public security bureau. Wednesday thought to himself.

Call......

The killing rod swept towards Wednesday's body with the sound of the wind.

Boom!

On Wednesday, he was blasted out by the killing stick, and the already loose armor was scattered all the way, and he really lost his armor.

Your uncle!

The pain of the whipping directly on the soul made Wednesday's voice only peek through the gaps between his teeth.

"Bold lonely soul, dare to openly defy the court, pull it out and beat it until the soul is scattered!"

"Haha, Lao Tzu has already died once, so what's the harm in dying again. "Fortunately, Wednesday was also single, but the result was always death, but it was better to die.

"It's still a living soul, a living soul goes to hell, how can you survive, come here, kill you!" the people on the stage seemed to be extremely angry because of Wednesday's contempt.

With two clicks, the soul clip that specifically locks people's souls has been fastened around Wednesday's neck.

Damn it.

The feeling of Wednesday right now can only be described in these two words.

"The soul has entered the underworld, and has also entered this Fengdu City, how did you do it, the lord of this corner?" a faint woman's voice sounded.

The voice could not hear joy and sorrow, as if he was narrating what he had eaten in the morning, tranquil and natural, like a person lying on the grass, without the hustle and bustle of the city, only the breeze like brocade sliding on his face, and the tender grass on his face gently rubbing like a lover. In this voice, people don't seem to have any excitement, only that extremely rare peace in their hearts.

Wednesday struggled to lift his head, which was pressed to the ground, and out of the corner of his eye, he could only see a long dress dressed in aqua blue, the hem of which hung down to the ground, but it was not stained with any dust.

The white clothes moved slowly, not in a hurry or impatient, just like the voice.

"Who are you?" The people on and off the stage seemed to be a little sluggish because of the sudden appearance of this woman.

"Eight hundred miles from Huangquan, don't look back to your hometown, why do you remember me. The woman seemed to chuckle.

Yes!

Wednesday could clearly hear a gasp in the lobby.

The light flickered in front of him, and the next moment, Wednesday found himself sitting in a chair.

The chairs are made of unknown plants, simple and even somewhat crude. Looking up, Wednesday was in a small room, the house seemed to be a thatched roof, the wind was blowing, and Wednesday could clearly hear the rustle of the thatch on the roof.

In front of him is a small red mud stove, there is a dark red fire in it is flickering slightly, a kettle on the stove is placed there, and the gentle steam is wafting out of the kettle little by little, very fresh taste. There were also a few chairs scattered around the stove, and there was no priority. The walls are likewise wooden with little ornamentation. Wednesday could see through the half-hidden door that there were farm tools hanging on the wooden wall outside, the same rake and the like that Wednesday used to see when he was a child.

This...... This...... What kind of place is this? Wednesday probably frowned a few times at the position of his eyebrows, he should have been saved, but where is this great god?

"Come in. The tranquil woman's voice sounded again.

The half-covered door was gently pushed open, and even a low creak was heard.

The door opened, and a standard Chinese face appeared in the doorway, with stiff short hair, dark gray robes, and banter in his eyes.

Dark!

Wednesday looked at the old face at the door, a little surprised. Damn, I thought this old guy had given up his chess piece, and he had a little conscience.

Dragon, a man in a white robe who rushed in.

The aqua blue robe then entered.

"Sit down, you're welcome. The woman's quiet voice rang out, gesturing to the haphazard chairs.

"Thank you, sister. Secretly replied, and sat down in a random chair.

"Sister, please. The dragon said.

"Hehe, I didn't expect it, I haven't seen you for thousands of years, you are still so restrained, sister, there are no rules for you to be restrained. The woman sat down casually, reaching out to fiddle with the stove in front of her.

Wednesday's eyes stare at this for a while, and staring at that for a while, it seems that two eyeballs are a little insufficient.

The woman is very beautiful, the kind of indescribably beautiful, very ordinary facial features, very quiet expression, and very clean temperament. With his left hand on his knees, his palm dragging his chin, he seriously stirred with the fire in front of him, and a slight flush appeared on the woman's fair face reflected in the dark red firelight.

It's just that such a woman makes Dark and Long, who have always thought that Wednesday is an absolute god, call her sister respectfully, and even a little nervous, this ...... This...... Isn't this a bit too bullish? Wednesday thought in his head, but it's really beautiful, at least it's in his life, oh, no, it's beautiful that I've never seen in my life, and Wednesday even thinks that the word beautiful should be insulting the woman in front of me.

"Thank you. The woman slowly fiddled with the fire, looked up at Wednesday and smiled softly.

"Huh?"

"How can a woman not want to be beautiful, even if it is in this 800-mile Yellow Spring. The woman explained.

Damn! Who is this woman? Legendary mind-reading? Wednesday felt like his jaw was a little unsecure.

"It's almost, it's just that this exercise has a better name, it's called Qianxin Determination, do you want to learn it?" the woman sat up straight and looked at Wednesday with a smile.

At that moment, Wednesday even felt that everything around him was dark.

"No, it's rude. Wednesday tried to pull himself back from the idea of being pretty, and said after a while.

No way!

No way!

The two great gods, Dark and Dragon, looked at Wednesday like monsters.

Whether it's a human or a demon god, they all say that the two of us are awesome, but compared to the stunned goods in front of us, we are really not awesome, and we should belong to the kind of particularly low-key.