Shen Muchen didn't turn his head, he didn't look at Sunan Xing standing behind him, but looked absentmindedly at the people lined up in front of him, the heartbeat of his frenzy like a drum, the hot tumbling blood, the rising body temperature, and the thin red that permeated the tips of his ears were all hidden in the hustle and bustle of human voices.

"This is the Pavilion of the Lodge. Shen Muchen was still faint, and even a slight tremor was carefully put away and hidden by him, and the hoarseness and depression in his voice were also with the hot blood that had just been ignited, and in the boiling sound, it was blown away like a wave, leaving only the same plain as before.

Missing Person?

Searching!

These two words, through the vast voices, the vast rivers and oceans, floated to the ears of Sunan Xing.

In this royal building, there are also set up separately, the Yuan Pavilion, the Kitchen Canteen, and the Lifelong Palace.

The lifelong hall is a matter of death, and it is the duty of funeral ceremonies for the deceased.

According to what he saw and heard at the back door of the Yuxu Tower, Su Nanxing could already know that anyone who pushed the door out and crossed the two realms was not lucky enough to be taken away from his life. And this huge bet must only appear once a month, and the Lifelong Hall is responsible for dealing with the aftermath of that man, whether it is a reward of mercy or a charity from above.

And today is that day, the door of the temple that has been closed for a long month is suddenly opened, a team of white-clothed paper people came side by side, white paper flags fell on their shoulders, their white faces were smeared with red cheeks, a lump of blood was like a mound, the plum-colored lips grinned to the root of the ears, and a giggling smile came out of the throat, and the paper people in the back row carried the dark coffin, lifted their feet and stepped out of the door, pulled up the person who lost their lives and put them into the coffin, and crossed the crowd that dispersed along the way, laughing and carrying back to the hall.

The door to the main hall closed again behind them·········

"Carried in, carried in. ”

"The door is finally closed this month..."

"I didn't expect to be able to see it today. ”

The crowd next to Sunan Xing started a new discussion, some people were glad and some regretted, and more people were holding the mentality of watching the excitement.

These voices filled Sunan Xing's ears, but he seemed to ignore them.

Tsuruyuan Pavilion

Abyss Pavilion···

Like a bird crossing the abyss

Send a message of affection

Sending people to find them

Su Nanxing's mind only echoed these words, looking for people, looking for people, and the cycle repeatedly.

"Shen Ling" If Shen Ling is reborn in the Demon Realm...

Sunan Xing seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, the sailboat drifting in the dark finally saw the lighthouse, the withered yellow weeds finally saw the first cloud, and hurriedly got into the long queue in front of him, and he didn't care about any order, stretched out his hands to pick up the crowd on both sides, and only ran towards the end of the case.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

"Fuck off"

Some of the people who were hit by Su Nanxing actually raised their fists directly, and the people around them also shouted, but Su Nanxing still ignored these voices, just looked at the scroll under the hand of the person behind the desk with anticipation, and his voice trembled a little: "I want to find someone! Is it okay? I want to find someone······

At this moment, Su Nanxing's pale eyes were full of waves, like ignited sparks, waiting for him to burn the plains, he seemed to be able to imagine seeing Shen Ling again———— she must still be so beautiful and elegant, and the corners of her mouth always had a shallow smile.

Sunan Xing's mind drifted farther away, drifting towards happiness and happiness......

Until the messenger standing behind the opposite desk suddenly stood up, his face was as cold as ice, his eyes were full of solemnity and ruthlessness, and with a "snap", the scroll in his hand was scattered on the table, and he also pulled Su Nanxing back to reality.

Su Nanxing suddenly came to his senses, the fire in his eyes suddenly became calm, and the water waves turned into a deep pool again.

Su Nanxing, who thought that he was going to be taught a lesson, was ready to be beaten by everyone, and the people who came here were not afraid, they all glared angrily, and the blue tendons on their foreheads burst out, and the people behind the case were by no means easy to mess with.

But no matter what, as long as it is related to Shen Ling, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will never escape.

However, the imaginary storm did not come, and there was a tall and thin figure blocking in front of Sunan Star.

Who is it if it's not Shen Muchen?

The surrounding crowd quieted down suddenly, because they saw that at the end of each long line, in the entire Imperial Void Tower, all the messengers of the Yuan Pavilion stood up together, and they all focused on the direction of Shen Muchen and Sunan Xing, but they didn't want to make a move, they just lowered their heads and pulled their heads, not daring to raise their heads to look at the people in front of them.

Su Nanxing was a little stunned, a pair of slightly upturned peach blossom eyes slowly widened, he felt that these people seemed to be afraid·········

Who are they afraid of?

From this angle, there is no one else... Is it Shen Muchen?

Shen Muchen did say that he had something to do with Yuxu Tower before, but was it so powerful? It was so powerful that the messenger of the Yuan Pavilion did not dare to look at it directly.

As if to confirm Sunan Xing's guess, Shen Muchen raised his hand slightly, and a light blue halo fell from behind them.

This barrier is like water and light, like the sky and like the ocean, and from time to time there are layers of playful waves on the light and transparent barrier, enveloping half of the Abyss Pavilion, and all the chaotic crowds are pushed out of this thin layer of mist, isolated from it.

A sentence "Master." ”

Shouting neatly.

········

The messengers in the temple bowed their heads lower.

Shen Muchen's enchantment is one-way, Sunan Star can see everything, but the people outside are different, they can't see the scene inside the enchantment, in front of them, there are just endless monstrous waves, they can't see either, what kind of shock is on the face of Sunan Xing standing within the enchantment at this time.

“······”

“······”

Su Nanxing opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

"Come here. The young man standing in front of Su Nanxing turned his head, raised one eyebrow, glanced at Su Nanxing, and then turned his face to look at the person behind the case.

Su Nanxing nervously walked to the front of the case with small steps.

This time, he finally saw clearly, the so-called messenger, the man standing behind the case.

A miserable white face, with a smile, as if flattering, but in such a lifeless face, it looks extremely strange.

In those empty eyes, there was no whiteness of the eyes, and some were just pitch black. It's like an endless abyss.

And the twisted smile that he tried his best to pile up with his already stiff muscles also made Sunan Xing's scalp tingle.

This is clearly not a living person.

Looking down again, sure enough, all the messengers in the case of this Huyuan Pavilion were all dressed in uniform clothes———— black shrouds embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns!