"To tell you the truth, I can't see through your yin and yang attributes, or, that's why you can enter the underworld." Back at the Judge's Palace, the Judge said to Yexi.

Yexi thought for a while and asked him: "A little monster was born above, a hybrid of humans and demons, born as a zombie, and ate its father, by the way, it became a golden retriever in one step." ”

I saw the judge slam the table: "So you don't marry if you are not of the same race!" Those beasts who cultivate immortals and demons can't think about the order of heaven and earth! That little zombie killed an unknown number of mortals, and the corpse is gone, we can only soak in the yellow spring after we take back such ghosts, and we don't know how to deal with the blood resentment on their bodies. A group of brutes who prefer to fornicate with other races and give birth to a group of monsters. Even if you die yourself, you will kill mortals every time, what will we do in the underworld? How to do it! ”

What's even more hateful is that because those monsters are also considered to be cultivated, their dungeon can only watch the itchy teeth, if they can make a move, Lao Tzu would have destroyed it with his own hands.

The judge was full of resentment, and Yexi stopped for a while.

Half a day: "I'll just ask, that little zombie is neither alive nor dead, can it enter the underworld?" ”

"Hehe, it still wants to come to the underworld? As long as it can get in, keep it and there will be no return! The judge scolded and said smoothly, and then seriously thought about the situation of Yexi: "Are you asking if it will be the same as you?" Zombies are somewhat special, but you are definitely different from it. Don't look at the cold underworld, but it is the orthodox yamen that represents the order of heaven and earth that is bred by the righteousness of heaven and earth, and zombies dare not approach it at all. Moreover, the little mixed-race zombie you said is not a zombie formed after the death of mortals, it belongs to the category of cultivation. Anyone who breathes in and breathes in spiritual energy or demonic energy can't help the underworld. Speaking of this, the judge was helpless: "We can't help them, otherwise we can watch countless mortals being slaughtered?" ”

Well, mortals in the middle of the two systems are the most pitiful.

The judge looked at Yexi thoughtfully: "So I'm very strange, you have neither spiritual power nor magic yuan on you, so it's strange." ”

Never seen this breed before.

Yexi smiled: "Fortunately, no, otherwise you wouldn't have anywhere to find the skeleton ghost face tree." ”

That's right.

The judge hurriedly made a kind old brother smile: "Sanshu, I'll ask someone to send you flowers and Meng Po soup." ”

"Give me three pots, not flower pots." Yexi laughed.

The judge came out with three large basins from the back, and when Yexi touched it, it was made of yin wood, and it was filled with black and lacquered things, and it was gloomy.

"This is the soil dug up from the extreme yin land, and it is just right to raise a ghost face tree."

Yexi asked Wugui to pick three ghost-faced trees with red fruits, and the small red fruits bent the branches, and they were full.

At a glance, the judge knew that Yexi had a heart, and he especially picked a lot of fruits for the underworld.

Sincerely, he said, "Thank you." ”

Yexi waved his hand and said, "I also like to watch a prosperous world." ”

"Who isn't, just those brutes—" The judge cursed as he planted the three skeletal ghost-faced trees.

Suddenly, Yexi's ears moved, and she looked sideways at the temple door.

A cloud of black gas floated in, swept over the night stream, and crashed away from the judge.

"Hey, hey—my lord, I'll see who writes you the book of life and death." The judge helped the old man to get up and introduced the two of them: "Night girl, this is our Lord of the Difu Mansion." My lord, this girl is the night stream that gave us the skeleton ghost face tree. ”

The black qi condensed into a tall man, dressed in a purple robe, calm, cold, and inviolable.

Fu Jun was bending down to look at the three skeleton ghost face trees, his tall and straight nose was about to stick to the ghost face fruit, and when he heard the words, he instantly straightened up, put his hands behind his back, looked at Yexi indifferently, his sharp eyebrows wrinkled, and he spoke.

"What is you?"

The sound was like the impact of iron that had been sitting in the ice for 10,000 years.

Yexi was silent, estimating the chances of going up to smoke the mouth of the king. Oh, this king asks you a question—what are you—to see if you are annoyed.

Fortunately, the judge saw his eyes and pulled the sleeves of the prince: "The night girl looks at the crowding of our underworld, and the three ghost-faced trees that are given away for nothing." ”

So, Boss, can you please be kind and pleasant?

Fu Jun was silent, and the corners of his mouth slowly pulled up.

Yexi wanted to sigh, but if she didn't want to laugh, she didn't laugh, making herself feel like she was forcing herself to become a prostitute.

"Yexi, what are you—human?"

How can you get into the underworld?

Yexi rushed straight and said, "I don't know, I'm asking the judge." ”

The judge pulled the prince again, who does she care, there is a ghost face tree in her hands.

Fu Jun continued to pull the corners of his mouth: "Yexi, I like you, you stay and be my wife." ”

The judge's foot slipped and he almost didn't fall.

Yexi is even more unbelievable, for the sake of a few broken trees, the dignified landlord wants to sell himself?!

The no-return who can't directly touch the underworld is hidden in Yexi's wrist, and the demon devouring vine is about to move, so desperately being struck by lightning, the master will also kill this white-faced ghost!

"Hehe, I don't have the idea of staying here, thank you Lord Fujun for your kindness."

Fu Jun frowned, as if he was distressed, how to convince her.

Yexi said quickly: "I'm just here for a day trip, the tree, I'll give it to you, you mean to give me some flowers and Meng Po soup, don't pass by." ”

Never see each other again.

A ghost who sells himself for a few trees, you can't climb this king.

The prince walked towards the night stream, and the judge couldn't pull it.

Yexi didn't retreat or avoid, indifferently watching him approach him, closer, closer, the two of them stood less than a foot on their toes.

Then Fu Jun slowly bent over, bent, bent, bent again, and his nose stopped at an inch distance on the side of Yexi's shoulder.

The judge privately thought that the reason why the prince of the house no longer bent down was because if he bent again, his buttocks would be unsightly, although the buttocks of his lord were not fat, thin or sagging.

Sniff, sniff, sniff again.

The voice of doubt was cold: "You have something on you that I want—"

"Speak human words." Nightbrook is impatient.

Fu Jun was stunned and straightened up: "You have what I want in your hand, make a price." ”

Yexi was dumbfounded, what this person said, one moment he was still an unattainable god on the god throne, and the next moment - please refer to Jin Feng who pulled his sleeve and copied his arm when bargaining.

This Difu Mansion is not a... Neuropathy?

But the lord of the mansion, who speaks the proverb, still looks like a god who does not move like an iceberg.

Isn't it a split personality? Or is it one with many souls?

"Don't think about it, make a price."

Yexi spreads his hands: "What do you want?" ”

What do you want in me?

Fu Jun groaned: "Intuition is what I want, but I can't say what it is, but it must be something of the Yin attribute, you seem to have a ghost on your body... Otherwise, you take out all your things and let me pick and choose. ”

Hehe, your face is so big, take out all my things, I'm not afraid to blow up your dungeon!

But Yexi has a spectrum in his heart, and it is estimated that Fujun's dog nose smells the breath of Eighteen Ji.

Sure enough, what Swallow Heaven said is right, don't take the eighteen Ji to the underworld, if you have it, you can't get it.

But Eighteen Ji is in the small tower, and the small tower is taken away without a return, how can he be aware of it?

"I guarantee that the breath of Eighteen Ji is not exposed." No return: "It can only be said that the underworld and the eighteen Ji are a perfect match, and the people are a family, that is, they can sense it." ”

Nightbrook groaned slightly, "I know about what you're talking about, but-"

Fu Jun pursed his lips.

"It's in the belly of a half-dead man, and here can a living person?"

"Eighteen Hime!" Fu Jun's eyes lit up: "You have eighteen Ji!" ”

The judge is at a loss, what is Eighteen Ji? Women? In the belly of a man? Fetus? His family is thinking about an unborn little girl? The water of the Yellow Spring, you rush to the head of the king, the king is going crazy.

"Yes." Nightbrook nodded.

"Make a price, I want it." At this time, Fu Jun really smiled, and his smile was like a flower.