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Silently, most people in the audience chose silence.

Including the souls of the soldiers who were still shouting to tear the ghost cha just now, and also the southwest general Ram who had been pressing the black-clothed ghost cha with his hands.

They can't judge the choices of their colleagues.

After all, this is also their wish in life.

Enter the top of Yanyun and rise up in the Yanyun army.

This can't be called a betrayal in any way.

But why is my heart sour?

Is it because the Qingluan flag in my heart has disappeared, or is it because my colleagues abandoned the flag?

Maybe both......

The pain in the black ghost's shoulder disappeared, and although it was still being suppressed, it finally stopped losing the origin in his body.

It made him breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

At the same time, he was also feeling sad for the dead people in front of him.

Compassion starts from the heart.

Cause and effect are not asked.

Just because he seems to have shattered the expectations and illusions in the hearts of many people.

Qingluanwei, the elite of the stragglers, the army that had to appear once in ten years of hard labor, perished at its most glorious time.

It's not a good result, but it's not too bad.

"Has the establishment of Qingluanwei been canceled by the Yanyun Military Department?"

In front of the black-clothed ghost, Zhao Han suddenly asked out loud.

Zhao Han's tone was light, and there didn't seem to be any emotional fluctuations, as if he was talking about an ordinary past event and talking about what to eat today, instead of the elite iron army that he had built up from nothing.

Beside Zhao Han, the young scribe was also looking at him.

The sea of blood churned in his dark pupils, representing that this gentleman who was quiet in his words and deeds was not as calm as he seemed.

And there were more ghosts around him watching his every move, waiting for what he said next.

“.. Not... No... Cancel"

The ghost in black has never been as nervous as he is now in his life.

Even when he died, or when he was appointed as a god in the underworld, and when he was appointed as a ghost and sent a yin official, he was not like this.

His throat was dry and he couldn't speak.

I'm cold.

It's a little more ice than the dead.

At this moment, the little son of the Zhao family in front of him spoke again.

"It hasn't been canceled yet, so why did you just say all that nonsense?"

A hand reached out to the top of the ghost's head and touched it, and Zhao Han's old problem seemed to have flare up again.

It seems that the Floating Cloud Hand also has an effect on the Yin Spirit?

Seeing the green silk hanging on the top of the ghost's head, the soldiers who were still calm just now showed a smile on their faces.

Smiles are spreading.

Maybe you can hold it back when you're alone, but if thousands of people want to laugh together, the laughter is like a flood bursting its banks, and it can't be stopped no matter what.

"Hahaha, this grandson is scared to death!"

"Phew, since the military department has not canceled our establishment, then you still talk about wool"

"Someone pulled off this guy's clothes for me, and he dared to scare Lao Tzu, see that Lao Tzu didn't explode his chrysanthemum today!"

"Fuck off! Don't embarrass Qingluanwei! ”

"Hahahahaha... This grandson just scared Lao Tzu to death! ”

Laughter spread through the crowd.

At this time, whether it was a Yin soldier, an officer, or a ram resistant, the deputy general of Yanyun, also laughed with everyone.

The brothers from the Qingluan camp are developed.

Is this a bad thing?

Exalted exaltation, exaltation of wealth, and the prosperity of wealth, and not denumbered.

What's the bad thing about this?

That's a great thing!

A group of dead people laughed and made noise, and no one paid any attention to the "little black" who was gathered in the center.

As for what Qingluanwei is ruined?

Who cares?

These Qingluan Guards themselves are a motley army composed of a group of homeless people who have a deep hatred for the demon clan west of the West Stygian Sea!

In the words of your own general, you are a lump of mud that can't hold up to the wall!

No matter how bad it is, how rotten can it be?

The entire land of Yanyun has gone to a lot of miscellaneous armies like them!

Or do they win a battle and don't know who they are?

How can it be!

We were originally going to take revenge, and now that we are dead, we have also settled the grievances in our hearts with the general, and we have killed so many demon clans in the West Sea Realm, which is already enough.

It's time to talk, it's time to laugh.

Since they are dead, none of the generals have abandoned them.

So what are they not satisfied with?

They cheered and celebrated each other.

A group of dead people returned to Zhao Han's Qingluan tail ring in Zhao Han's shouting.

In the end, only the spirit of the ram and the young scribe remained.

"Little black," Zhao Han called.

“.....”

The black-clothed ghost almost didn't agree, and Zhao Han didn't care, just chuckled and said to him: "What you said, we all listened, now that you're done, it's time for us to leave for the City God's Mansion."

The black-clothed ghost's hand holding the scythe tightened, and then relaxed a little decadently.

Seeing Zhao Han with a smile on his face, the black-clothed ghost said dejectedly: "Do I have any other choice?"

"What do you think?" The young scribe sneered.

"Yes, yes, as long as you go out and be beaten by Lao Tzu, then you can also choose not to take us" Ram Kang Hehe smiled.

Listening to the words of the two, the black-clothed ghost looked at Zhao Han with a wry smile.

And Zhao Han just looked at him quietly.

"I see, come with me..."

......

The City God's Palace.

This was the second year of the founding of the empire, and it was ordered to oversee the construction.

It is the reincarnation of the people of the Empire!

There are as many county towns as there are in the empire, and there are as many underworlds as there are.

Supervise reincarnation, and organize reincarnation according to good and evil blessings.

Although it is not under the jurisdiction of the local county government, when it reaches the state and county level, it still needs to report to the imperial capital.

Seventeen states of the empire .. Oh no, it's eighteen states now.

Eighteen states and counties, with a population of nearly 600 million.

These 600 million good and evil, merit, life and death, and reincarnation, these things must be under the control of the underworld.

This is the largest project since the establishment of the empire.

In every city there is a temple of the City God, which is the place where the Hades are exposed in the yang world and the entrance to the Hades.

At this time, at midnight, there are not many people worshipping in front of the City God Temple.

However, Zhao Han's arrival still attracted the attention of many people.

It's really that his temperament at this time is too attractive.

Dressed in white, smiling, everything is as you like.

Entered the City God Temple.

They don't worship God, they don't burn incense, they don't turn a blind eye to the pointing and pointing of others.

Just in front of the statue of the city god, standing quietly.

It's like losing your soul......

Many people who originally wanted to leave stopped and turned to look at him after seeing Zhao Han's figure.

"Whose child is this, why did you come here at night?"

"Do you think the adults of his family are in a hurry?"

"Shhhhh

"What's wrong?"

"Didn't you see the temple in the City God Temple and ignore him..."

"Uh...."

Hearing this person's words, several onlookers took a few steps back.

Whenever someone enters the door to worship God and burn incense, the temple will come up to send a stick of incense, and collect some incense money as the cost of maintaining the temple and his own living needs.

Although these empires had a fixed amount of money each year, these expenses also formed a kind of atmosphere. It is very popular both inside and outside the empire.

But Miao Zhu didn't go to talk to Zhao Han just now....

There are only two kinds of people who ignore it.

One is a royal palace noble, a big official who has an official body.

This kind of person can't afford to be provoked, and he doesn't dare to talk more.

In the eyes of everyone in the audience, Zhao Han obviously did not belong to the former.

Since it is not the former, it can only be the latter.

The latter, the other, is the dead!

The dead come to the city god to ask about the past, although the temple blessing is seen in the city god temple, naturally they will not pay attention to it.

Because that's the business of the underworld.

At this time, in the eyes of these remaining people, Zhao Han was already a dead man....

Some are afraid, but they don't run away.

Because empire is a place of order.

It doesn't matter if it's the living or the dead.

But the truth is a little different from what they think.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this City God Temple is just a place to interrogate yin and yang and seek yin virtue.

But in the eyes of people like Zhao Han and Miaozhu who have yin and yang eyes, this City God Temple is a place connected to the underworld.

It's a passageway!

And in front of the statue of the City God, where a path to the underworld is open at all times.

Zhao Han is the soul that has come out of the body and has entered the road to the underworld.

Everyone was still hesitating, and no one noticed the look of horror that flashed in Miao Zhu's eyes.

"You seem to have seen a-sama just now?"

Some didn't confirm it, and this City God's Mansion Temple Zhu muttered.

Because Zhao Han's body was still outside.

And he had just clearly seen the Yin Soldier borrowing the Dao and directly entering the Lianyun Hades Mansion from the passage.

"How is that possible... How much supernatural power do you need, and what kind of identity do you need to be in order to go straight to the two worlds of yin and yang..... It's just that even the Taishou of Cloud City doesn't have such a big authority, right? ”

With a shocked face, Miao Zhu changed his mind from the horror.

Ignoring the gazes of the pilgrims around him, the middle-aged Miao Zhu walked to the statue of the city god, first saluted Zhao Han's body, and then picked up three incense sticks with faith added to the tray and lit them.

Incense rises.

After a while, in the eyes of Miaozhu, the statue of the Emperor of the City Mansion flashed with golden light, and the statue seemed to come to life to look at him.

"What Calls Me?"

Seeing the manifestation of the king of the city god's mansion, the temple zhu knelt on the futon and began to pray.

"Qiyu Mansion King, just now the envoy brought people into the underworld"

"Dead people?" The phantom asked.

"Living" temple wishes.

Chenghuang suddenly got out of the sculpture, and when he saw Zhao Han's body, he froze in place on the spot.

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