The little monkey didn't say much, but smiled mysteriously at the ghost, and disappeared from his presence.

The ghost frowned, a little uneasy in his heart, and the whole thing looked harmonious, and there was nothing strange about it.

It's just that why does that little monkey say that he can't get out of this drunken capital?

He turned around, and suddenly there was a trance in front of him, and he found that the original city gate had disappeared.

Wrong.

The demon groaned and took a few more steps, but still did not find the city gate, but everything around was harmonious.

After thinking about it for a while, the demon did not bother with the matter of the city gate, and continued to walk.

"Come on, delicious buns."

"Fritters, fragrant fritters."

"Sell rouge."

There was a burst of shouting, and the ghost glanced at these stalls, and his pupils suddenly shrank, and those buns turned out to be human heads, and the fritters were arms, as well as rouge...... But it's blood.

Suddenly, the whole drunken body was distorted, and there was a strong sense of oppression, which made the demon feel very uncomfortable.

Swish!

The demon opened his eyes violently, and everything in front of him returned to normal.

"Hey, do you need a guide?" The little monkey appeared in front of him again.

The ghostly pupils shrank, and he pinched the little monkey's neck. "Say, what the hell are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything." The little monkey said calmly: "This is the capital of Xudu, where lonely souls and wild ghosts live, and undead souls like you will be rejected." ”

"So, to get through here, you need a guide."

The demon groaned for a while, and then put the little monkey down. "What do you want?"

The little monkey licked his lips and said greedily, "I want your most precious thing." ”

The most precious thing?

The ghost was in a trance, and the figure of the underworld seemed to flash in his mind.

What he has always cherished is that memory of the underworld, and the obsession of his own rebirth.

If there was no underworld, there would be no self today.

It was the underworld who gave himself everything, and let himself be above ten thousand people under one person.

"I'm sorry, I can't give it to you." The demon shook his head, and then took a firm step forward, and the scene in front of him changed strangely again.

One by one, the hideous and terrifying people moved over little by little, as if they were about to completely surround themselves.

"Stupid! To be rejected by the drunken capital is equivalent to annihilation. Without a guide, you will become the nourishment of the capital. ”

The voice of the little monkey echoed in the ghostly ears.

The ghost frowned, feeling that his body was extremely heavy and struggling, and the ghost in front of him was constantly surrounding.

If they touch it, maybe you will really be trapped here, or even die.

"Emperor Zun, I will definitely bring Miss Luo back."

This is his promise to the underworld.

From the moment he met Luo Ziyan, he noticed that his emperor had become a little different.

Emperor Zun is very concerned about Luo Ziyan, and this concern goes beyond interest and becomes an obsession.

"Devil, when you meet Luo Ziyan, please be sure to protect her."

This is what the emperor explained to himself before leaving. From Emperor Zun's eyes, he saw a hint of pampering.

He didn't know what kind of feelings this was, but it was certain that Luo Ziyan was very important to Emperor Zun.

Now, Luo Ziyan, who is cherished by the emperor, is waiting for his own salvation, how can he live up to it?