The Tomb of Ten Thousand Ghosts in the deepest part of the underworld, the Netherworld, is the place where all ghosts are most feared.

Although it seems easier to die than to be tortured endlessly. But burying one's soul in the Netherworld is the most terrible torture in itself.

At a time when the Heavenly Dao Tomb has been built to this extent, it is not difficult to let the soul of the Jiangbei Eagle fly away. Whether it is for prison painting or Xue Yan, it is just a matter of a snap of a finger.

But prison painting prefers to take Jiangbei Eagle to the Netherworld Sea. As the saying goes, life should have a sense of ritual. Revenge, it's the same.

But the atmosphere of the Netherworld Sea was really unbearable for Qing Soul and Jiang Su Dao. So the green soul did not approach, and hid from afar, holding the Jiangbei Eagle by the prison and heading towards the Netherworld.

Before it got closer, the breath of death had already made Jiangbei Ying's soul twitch uncontrollably.

"Can't stand it?" The prison painting who followed behind tilted his head and comforted calmly: "Don't be afraid, it will be even more uncomfortable later." ”

Jiangbei Ying only felt unprecedented fear. When he died, the pain came too quickly, and he didn't feel the pain. Instead, he became a ghost, but he had to bear the pain of despair.

He looked at the girl he had only been able to get close to in his dreams. She was so beautiful now, even more perfect and holy than when he had seen her before, like a person in a painting.

But she hated him so much.

He didn't feel like he was doing anything wrong. Even if the mediocre soul was in front of him, even if Jiang Sudao was still watching him leave from a distance, even if the accusations against him by several people before him were irrefutable.

He still felt like he had done nothing wrong. That's his inevitability, kindness, and it has nothing to do with him.

His only regret was prison painting. He has enjoyed it in this life, and he has got everything he wants, but she is beyond his reach. So mysterious, so cold, so undesecrated.

Even, he couldn't even get a deep hatred from her. All he felt was indifference.

In her eyes, he can only be regarded as a task.

This realization distracted him from a lot of soul pain. At the same time, it makes the hollowness in the heart even bigger.

Seeing that this dying man was still staring at his wife, Xue Yan casually cast a ** spell on Jiangbei Ying.

This spell of Xue Yan's envoy is called remembering the past. At this moment, it is very appropriate. After Jiangbei Ying was cursed, he quickly began to talk about the past, telling about his regrets in life.

is obviously full of evil, but Xue Yan said that he was young and had no regrets, and he was obviously worried about a married man, but he was said to be a young man. Originally, the bad guys in the TV series died with a smile, and they could save their image by a little bit. But to say that, it's not beautiful. Especially when both the victim and the YY object are still in front of them, this kind of heartfelt effect can only be described in two words.

Shameless, obscene.

This hastened the death of the Gangbei Eagle. While he was still gushing about his love for prison paintings, he was pushed by prison paintings backhand and directly pushed into the Netherworld. In an instant, the Netherworld let out a sharp roar, like the cries of ten thousand people before their tragic death, and like the excitement of the bloodthirsty when they see blood. The grievances accumulated in the mound of ten thousand ghosts for tens of thousands of years rolled up monstrous waves and swept the Jiangbei Eagle into the sea of blood. All of a sudden, it was out of sight.

The Nethersea was quiet again. The soul of the Gangbei Eagle

It's just enough to make a wave. At this time, he was probably feeling the pain of tearing and gnawing in this sea of blood, and endured the unbearable pain of life.

Looking at the calm sea again, the prison painting sighed softly.

"Dad, I'll avenge you." She said softly, as if she was giving an explanation to the mediocrity, and as if she was explaining to herself.

Prison Yong glanced at the surface of the sea and did not speak.

Prison painting is really like that my dad has changed. If it was the honest mediocrity in the past, I am afraid that he would have burst into tears at this time, holding himself and shouting something like what his daughter has grown up.

But at this time, the mediocrity is very calm. It's obviously revenge for the destruction of the family, but it seems that he is just looking at other people's affairs.

"Gone." He turned around and left first.

Prison Painting and Xue Yan followed, and the two glanced at each other tacitly.

I didn't dare to ask, and I didn't dare to say more. Her instincts told her that it wasn't that simple. But her instincts also told her that it would be very troublesome to dig deeper.

She is a person who is afraid of trouble. If there is no such thing, she may be ready to rely on this little craft to make a small business and live her little life in style. Probably because of the temperament saved by the resentful soul of the tenth generation, she cherishes this kind of relaxed life very much, and she does not feel bored at all.

If it weren't for the fact that her unworrying old lady had done so many things, and she had mixed in by mistake, it is estimated that she would still be in the real estate business.

So when Yong Yong stopped and turned around, his face was heavy and he seemed to want to say something to Prison Painting, Prison Painting interrupted Prison Yong's narration in time.

"Dad, it's not too early. It's time for me to go back. The prison painting unconsciously clenched Xue Yan's hand, causing Xue Yan to frown slightly.

He felt the tension of prison painting.

Before Jian Yong could say anything, Jian Hua dragged Xue Yan and began to walk in the opposite direction. That posture looked more like an escape.

Looking at the back of the prison painting running away, the prison Yong smiled and shook his head, took out his mobile phone, took a photo, and sent it out through WeChat.

"Look at our girl. If you have a husband, you don't want me as a father. ”

When I returned home from the underworld, I only felt relaxed. According to the agreement, she asked Xue Yan for help and sent Hu Cai, Jing Lou and Jing Min back to the underworld to continue to be on duty. Without the heavy goal of avenging the murder of her father and mother, Qing Soul has recently absorbed the power of the evil gods, and she has not been bothered to let her cultivate. Prison painting has a hunch that her next days will be extremely easy. Build a house, talk about love, and life seems to be complete.

But she always felt as if she was missing something.

But what is it?

Xue Yan has been cultivating seriously every day since the Battle of the Ten Palaces. Although he was slack, under Xue Yan's pioneer exploration and patient guidance, he also gained a new understanding of his own power and became familiar with the control of the new power. After being filled and instilled with resentment, the spirit wind is indeed more flexible and sensitive than before.

After Xue Yan used a wisp of spiritual wind to cause Jiangbei Ying's brain cancer, he explored and discovered a new function of spiritual wind, and developed a new project in the small shop of prison painting, which is better than the current minimally invasive surgery. It can also be regarded as generating income for small shops. And the Vientiane Gate project has a new breakthrough, although only one door can be used in the yang world, but

One is also sufficient. Prison draws it in the store, activating the transfer project. Coupled with the shares of prison painting in the supernatural world, every month, prison painting earns a lot of money.

The small days are very happy.

However, there is a kind of person in this world who does not have the kind of life that lives well. Even if you do everything possible to avoid trouble, trouble will find you in every possible way.

For example, prison painting.

Of course, this is also due to the fact that the father and mother of his pair of pit babies have placed such a green ghost as the green soul next to the prison painting, and have been nurtured for thousands of years. With the accumulation of these thousands of years, prison painting has basically nothing to do with living a plain life, and has become a natural unlucky physique.

On this day, the prison portrait opened the door as usual, and was lying on the sofa playing games on his mobile phone. In the kitchen, Qing Soul was using the wall-breaking machine she bought yesterday to make soy milk, which was booming and a bit disturbing to the people. But there are people in the whole Wandering Soul Street, and they don't care about the noise. Xue Yan was upstairs performing brain tumor-inducing surgery. Hei Wuchang sat across from the prison painting with a black face, silently protesting against the fact that Xue Yan had stolen his business. The patient's family was very distrustful of such a small workshop-style shop, and had been driven out of the door by the green soul, and was sitting on the steps staring at the shop. The two imps were squatting in the living room to order the courier, and they were filling the snakeskin bag in the same way.

What a pleasant and comfortable life.

At this moment, the wind chimes at the door rang crisply.

The prison painting turned his head and put on a commercial smile, and almost blurted out the welcome words "welcome to be slaughtered".

However, no one came in.

Looking at the windless automatic wind chimes, instinctively, I felt that something was wrong.

But the game is not over yet, and if you stick to this game, you may be able to eat chicken.

Just as she was fighting bloodily, the wind chimes rang again. Prison Painting didn't raise his head this time, but shouted at Hei Wuchang who was facing him with a black face: "Fan Wushu, help me say hello, this game is about to be won!" ”

The face of the black impermanence is even darker. This is the fifth time this month. Originally, the person whose life and death book was about to end his life, he only needed to come to pick up the past to be able to count his performance, but he was rescued by the former reincarnation king. Not to mention that the duck snatched it away, but also wanted to call him to work, what kind of god operation is this?

Raising his head, Hei Wuchang wanted to put on an unyielding posture. In the next second, his black face showed a panicked look, and he stood up and bowed down, "Ancestor! ”

The prison painting is experiencing the key point of the game, where can I hear what Hei Impermanence is reading in his mouth, but Yu Guang feels that Hei Impermanence's move is too respectful, and he is really a good employee who regards customers as God, and immediately said: "Fan Wuzhu, you come to our store to do it, I will give you a salary, and the custody is higher than that given to you by the underworld!" ”

Black Impermanence ignored her, still hunched over.

Although he is concerned about the game, he is not stupid, and he also senses that something is wrong, and is about to send the final blow to solve the game to deal with the visitors, when he hears an old voice say: "Miss Prison is treated well here, I don't know if I can look down on my Bodhi ancestor?" ”

With a shake of his little hand, he was so frightened that he almost threw away his phone. When I looked up, I saw an old man with a white beard with fluttering hair. Dressed in ancient costumes, white clothes fluttering, dusty.

Bodhi Ancestor? The old man with a habit of cleanliness? What are you looking for her?