"Ghost elder, why did you come out?" Su Han stepped forward quickly and helped the old man, the respect on his face was very sincere.

Looking at the other nine Hades, even the most noisy one was bowing his head and not saying a word at the moment.

The old man glanced at them, smiled and didn't speak, but walked towards me and grabbed my hand: "Good, good, what a good boy!" ”

His gaze was gentle, but it had a power that pierced people's minds, and in these eyes full of wisdom, I only felt as if I could not hide anything.

"This is a ghost elder, if you are a dark senior, you should be regarded as my grandfather and Qin Luo's grandfather."

Su Han and Qin Luo's grandfather? Could it be that the two people are still related by blood? I turned my head, trying to find a trace of Duanrui in his eyes, but after looking at it for a long time, the man's gaze was like water, and only the tenderness in his eyes remained.

I don't know, I really think we love each other.

"The ghost is good."

"Hello, hello. It's been a long time since I've seen a girl here, and since you can come, then you have a great opportunity, okay, don't stand here, go in. ”

The old man said, taking my hand and walking towards the closed door. I didn't see him do anything, and the closed door opened of its own accord.

A dazzling golden burst out from behind the huge gate, instantly lighting up this dark land, I can't see what is behind the golden light, but I can't see the coercion from the depths of my soul.

Isn't this Su Han's palace? Are there other gods enshrined?

The doubts in my heart are accumulating more and more, and I want to explode in my depression.

Although I know that this power cannot be violated, I still have an obsession in my heart that I want to resist, why does my fate have to be controlled by others, even if it is to eliminate demons, it must be willing.

Thinking of this, my pride that had just been bent returned, and my lowered head was raised again, I don't believe in God, I don't believe in ghosts, and I don't believe in the so-called way of heaven.

All I believe in is my own heart and everything I want to protect.

Although my eyes had been stimulated by the golden light, I couldn't see the road in front of me clearly, but I still crossed the threshold and walked in slowly.

I only felt that after stepping into this hall, the pressure on my body was much lighter, and the light that originally brought me infinite pressure suddenly became a gentle touch, flowing endlessly in my body, and a stream of pure power embraced into my body.

"Haha, it's really a man of destiny, Su Han, your little guy's luck is really good!"

Leng Buding's ghost old man's voice appeared in my ears, and when I looked back, the old man didn't know when he had gone around in front of us, and his beard and hair, which were a little whiter than frost, had also turned black.

But his face was still full of wrinkles, and he looked at me with blazing eyes, which was strange to say.

Su Han didn't seem to expect such a strange thing to happen to me again.

He walked over and gently held my hand, but he didn't speak.

"The ghost old man laughed, I'm just lucky, I haven't found Qin Luo in the yang world for so many years, and I can't find a lady again, then I'm really too much of a failure." Su Han tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled very miserably.

I was gently encircled in my arms, feeling the good smell of plants and trees on the man's body, and my heart settled down a lot.

It's just that he has just separated from Qin Luo, why do he say that he hasn't seen it? Could it be that this old man is the third force behind the underworld that he guessed?

But no matter how you look at it, this is a lot older, and it seems that it is still so popular with everyone, as for the position that makes people jealous.

"Luck is also a kind of strength. Come and sit. ”

As he spoke, the old man sat down on the far right. The remaining nine Hades also sat down one after another, each with respect on their faces, I don't know what they were thinking.

Only Su Han pulled me to stand there without speaking, and the top and the first position on the left were empty.

The top chair is shaped like the chair of an ancient king, the whole body is yellow, as if it was made of real gold, the seat is wide enough for a person to lie on it, and the armrests on both sides are inlaid with a few night pearls larger than my fist, and they are not inferior to the golden light.

Su Han hesitated for a moment, then pulled me towards the dragon chair.

Although no one spoke, I felt that I was receiving everyone's gaze, and I could even feel the emotions of those people, including jealousy, expectation, and more unwillingness.

When he was confused, the crisp voice of Yin-Yang Shu suddenly sounded in his mind: "Mother, I walked to the front of the chair in a while, you sit down first, and then pull Uncle Yan Jun to sit." ”

I was startled, reflexively stunned, Su Han looked at it immediately, a trace of puzzlement flashed in his eyes, and he didn't speak, I don't know if it was my illusion, I actually saw a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

"What do you mean? Is there some mechanism in this chair? I turned around, gave him a calm look, and asked in my heart.

Yin Yang Shuling paused for a moment and replied: "This chair can only be sat on by people with the bloodline of orthodox gods, in fact, in terms of strength, Su Han and Qin Luo are not much different, but because Su Han does not have an orthodox godhead, he can only be Yan Jun." ”

"Orthodox Godhead, what is that?" I reached out and touched my ears, the cold gold bead was still there, Qin Luo's breath was nearby, wasn't he afraid of being arrested?

"The orthodox godhead is just like those ancient emperors who inherited the unification, and there are many emperors in history whose level is actually inferior to those advisors around him, but you must know that the art of the emperor does exist."

"To take the simplest example, take the Qin Dynasty as an example, Qin Shi Huang's favorite son was Fusu, but Fusu was accidentally killed, and later although Hu Hai ascended the throne, but because his own luck was robbed, even if there was a group of alchemists behind him to change his life against the sky, it was not his own after all."

I was shocked in my heart, could it be true that the so-called change of life against the sky was true?

But soon, I realized that we are just mortals, how can we fight against the heavens? I'm not a good example myself, my grandfather said that everything my mother and I did for 23 years was just to keep me out of touch with these things.

But what about reality? When I first worked the night shift, didn't Qin Luo appear?

Mother and son connected hearts, Shuling felt the loneliness in my heart, and the already crisp voice became softer and softer: "Mother, don't be sad, although we can't change our own destiny, but we can control our own future lives, right?" ”

"The reason why you were asked to sit on it first is because you already have the breath of destiny on your body, and you have Daddy Qin's baby, so you have no problem sitting on that throne at all!"

"And Uncle Su Han is acting at a glance, if you don't cooperate, how can this continue?"

I...

For a while, I suddenly felt that I was really thinking too much, and I didn't even think through a child.

Zhan Yan smiled at the man next to me, and I sat down generously.

I thought it was just an ordinary chair, but just as my hips touched the chair, a cold current suddenly wrapped me, cold but not piercing, just like the breath on Qin Luo's body.

When Su Han saw me sit down, the face of the prosperous world bloomed incomparably brightly, and he also sat down beside me, and everyone only saw the two of us sitting side by side, but they ignored that our hands were not separated from the beginning.

"Good, good!" The ghost elder laughed again, and the appearance of the Devil seemed to have expected all this a long time ago.

I saw the unwillingness in the eyes of those people slowly disappear, and with a touch of despair walking towards the endless abyss.

After half a ring, a man with a full beard stood up, with a short face and a wide mouth, wearing a crown on his head, wearing a long robe, and holding a wat (the ninth shrine of Dazu Grottoes). It was the second-ranked King of Chujiang.

I saw him walk to the center, and with a wave of his hand, there was something similar to an LED screen in the void.

I squinted and looked at it, and after just one glance, I felt that my lower limit could continue to be updated.

The entire big screen is evenly divided into sixteen small screens, which is also the living hell that this person is in charge of, also known as the cold hell of the stripping pavilion.

Set up sixteen small hells, and those who hurt people's limbs in the sun, rape and steal and kill the living, will be pushed into this prison, and sent to the sixteen small prisons to suffer, and will be transferred to the third temple at the end of the period, and the punishment will be increased and sent to prison.

I thought the peeling in the movie was exciting enough, but the screen was even more difficult to look at, a whole person was fixed to the shelf of various strange shapes, poured boiling water, and then cut the head little by little with the rusty blade, and...

My stomach was churning and twitching, and the screams were faint in my ears.

Although I knew that these people had made mistakes when they were alive, I couldn't help but be shocked when I saw this criminal law so tragic at this moment.

A pair of warm hands quietly pressed against my lower abdomen, and warmth came through the palms.

The faint sound of a man's heartbeat brushed across my cheeks, and I suddenly wanted to add a suffix to myself.

A delicate flower that always wants to vomit blood.

"King Chu Jiang, what do you want this seat to see?" Su Han had a smile on his face, but no one would regard him as a sign of a good mood.

I looked at the rough man in the audience who was obviously stunned, but I still stubbornly said, "Yan Jun, didn't you find anything wrong here?" ”

As he spoke, King Chu Jiang took out an extended version of the whip from his arms and circled it on the screen.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to it, but no one spoke.

Su Han's eyes narrowed into a thin line, and his face suddenly became a little more playful.

"King Chu Jiang, do you want to say that these ghosts were all let go by this king?"