"Will the souls reply?" Qiqi said curiously, if Aunt Ning could receive Yang Wencheng's reply, she would be very happy. But she quickly denied herself in her heart, if she could get a reply, it would be a mess.

"If there is fate, the obsession of the person who writes down reaches a certain level, and you can receive a reply." The paper puppet with an expressionless face seems to have a trace of emotion in his words, which is a kind of freedom to see through many things. He doesn't remember what he used to do, but he just does things day after day in this funeral goods shop, but he sees the warmth and coldness of the world.

At this time, in the underworld, a cloud of black smoke floated silently on the Huangquan Road, sneaking into the body of the chosen revenant, who had originally lowered his head and followed the undead soul obediently, suddenly raised his head, and the smoke in his eyes rolled.

Their palms were open, their faces were hideous, they broke the chains with a bang, and injured the ghosts everywhere, most of the people around them were only a hundred years old, who had ever seen this kind of battle, they were not ghosts, and they didn't think that they would suddenly become ghosts.

There was chaos on Huangquan Road, and because the world was not peaceful recently, for a while, crying and screaming all over the field. Emotions spread like a plague rapidly, and Meng Poting and Wangxiangtai were not spared.

The experienced Yin sent people to their superiors to suck out the Yin Qi from the troublesome souls and control the situation, they had seen a small range of dead souls wailing and crying, and they knew the solution. It is really rare for such a large-scale emotional instability to be affected even by the ghost king.

Don't look at the faint yin qi of the dead soul, as long as the obsession in the heart is aroused, coupled with the large number of ants, it can affect the order of the underworld.

The earth dragon woke up and turned over comfortably, but Zhou Mountain shook slightly, all the standing objects in the underworld staggered, the dead souls and yin cha couldn't stand on their feet, swaying left and right, the sound of tables and stools and vases smashing the ground, and the dead souls were scurrying around with their heads in their hands.

In the six palaces of the underworld, except for the Beidou True Monarch, who went out to repair because of his idle affairs, the rest of the palace masters were all dispatched to clean up the ghosts and wolves, and the Hades King guarded the entire underworld to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to make trouble. The Hell Hades guards the gates of Hell with his own soldiers to prevent ghosts from robbing and escaping the prison.

Yun Hongluo did not receive timely treatment because of the lack of qi and blood, and his face was still a little pale, and the pure Jun sword swayed a sword wave in the air with spiritual power, blocking the ghostly souls wave after wave, the role of the sword wave was to purify, and the residual attack power still caused a cry of pain.

"Immortal Jun on the other side, why, today is not as heroic as before, are you afraid?" Su Shili, the palace master of Lian Wan Palace, waved his big-sleeved shirt to purify the excess yin qi of the revenant soul, and sneered.

Yun Hongluo didn't even give him a look, he straightened his toes and went to the next troubled area, leaving him with a back in a luxurious silver robe.

"Yes." Su Shili snorted coldly, his eyes stained with imperceptible contempt and anger, "Pretentious." ”

In the Sansheng funeral goods store, Qi Qi and Zhang Lingyang digested it, and the language of the paper puppet immediately stood in awe of this small shop.

The curtain in the backyard suddenly burned, and the flames shone on the slightly startled cheeks of the three people.

"Oh no, something happened to the underworld." The paper golem shouted.

Qiqi and Zhang Lingyang glanced at each other, not knowing what was going on.

Gu Sansheng's expression was serious, his big sleeves waved lightly, and the wooden door that was a little old slammed shut.

Suddenly, the entire store was pitch black.