The corpses in front of the main hall of the twelve halls of the underworld are all over the field, surrounded by a sinister blood, as if some kind of poisonous ritual has been carried out, and the place where the eye can see is scarlet, most of the corpses are stillborn babies, and there are also some underworld Yin soldiers, all of whom have been sucked up of essence and blood, and the ground is full of white bones.

Hua Yin pinched a trick and placed it in the center of his eyebrows, so as not to be disturbed by the scarlet blood qi. The long eyelashes covered the gloom in the peach blossom eyes, and he quickly walked around the corridor to the Diguan Terrace, and saw the ghost king Youxuan standing next to the reincarnation stone in the center of the Diguan Terrace.

What he saw at this moment could no longer be called a ghost king.

The skin on Youxuan's body was close to the bones, the skin was pale, there was no trace of flesh and blood in sight, and the black veins were bulging and could be seen clearly.

It was very different from the appearance when I saw him half a month ago, he was only weak half a month ago, and now he has no essence and blood, only the miserable white skin is against the bones, and the blood vessels on his body are all black and exposed.

Like the skeleton of a walking corpse, there is only a piece of local official's clothes hanging on his body.

Seeing Hua Yin coming over, he actually giggled, and the bones on his face made a sound with his laughter, which was weirdly mad.

"Come on, come up, your worth is here-"

He spoke in a slow tone, his voice as old as a gloomy old man in front of a long-term sick bed, echoing over and over again on the official platform.

Holding the Death Pen in his hand and wrapping it around the wrist of the Mysterious Circle, the entire arm was exposed with white bones, and the only bit of blood left turned into a scarlet gossamer as if it had been sucked away and converged on the reincarnation stone.

The reincarnation stone is carved with ancient charms, lit up with black and red blood by his blood.

Hua Yin's eyes were dark and gloomy, and he stood on the official platform in a flash, strangled his neck tightly, and surged angrily word by word, "Bai Zhihe, what did you do to him!" ”

Youxuan looked left and right at him, "I remember that you asked this king why you wanted you to enter reincarnation, you were wrong, it was not done by this king at all." Su Qingyuan, haven't you always been arrogant and smart, can't you even guess this? ”

The picture flashed in Hua Yin's heart, and his pupils shrank suddenly. Bloodthirsty coldness welled up at the bottom of his eyes, green tendons erupted in the corners of his forehead, and the tendons on the back of his hands became more and more hideous, and the hand holding the neck bone of the ghost swirl was even stronger, almost broken.

But Youxuan was still giggling as if he was unconscious at all, and he was in a particularly happy mood when he saw Hua Yin show such an expression.

The voice like a broken wind window was gloomy and hoarse, and he mercilessly ridiculed and mocked the young man in front of him, "Do you think that in this world, who will save you except Master Bai Zhi, who is so affectionate to you?"

Do you think you can endure the thunderstorm and not die?

Do you still have a memory of that day, I guess it was erased by your master. Then I'll tell you again about the alms that are nearing your death.

On the day of the thunderstorm, all the ghosts wept together.

You think that the thunderstorm you suffered is the punishment of breaking bones, but in fact, you have not suffered even one ten-thousandth of your master. Your stupid ghost master helped you block the ninefold heavenly thunder punishment, and in order to purify your yin ghost body of turbidity, dragged a broken body to carry you through the boundless 'Thousand Miles Desert'.

It took 10,000 years of cultivation to save such a useless thing from you and send you into reincarnation.

I feel sorry for him.

You should be grateful that I was in a good mood at that time, didn't fall into the well, and spared him a life and let him continue to live. Look at him like an idiot, tossing and turning around the world for thousands of years, looking for you and waiting for you.

What a majestic and noble god and ghost master back then! We, the pawns of the underworld, were all terrified when they heard it......

But he is willing to fall for your sake.