In the world, the aroma of wine is rich and intoxicating, but it can't be beaten, a young man, elegant in green shirts, and dignified in green clothes.

Pedestrians on the road are in a hurry, and there are always shy girls who look back frequently, secretly thinking:

Scenery, or you? Intoxicating, or heart?

The painting workshop rests on the shore, even though it is late autumn, there are still green branches hanging, carrying a heavy green, full of eyes; On the lips of the white breath, drink the sorrowful singing of the singer; The sound of the piano is melodious, thoughtful, and the listener's brows are slightly furrowed:

The sound of the piano is not as calm as before, is it the sadness of old age and decay, does it make the jade hand of the piano tremble?

Mandala Hua retracted his gaze and looked at the third prince who had been staring at his three halls Yan Jun intently, and he wondered in his heart:

Why do people always use to call him "Yu San'er"?

The latter reached out and took the flask, filled it for him, and then filled it for himself.

"So, have fun!"

Yu San'er obviously didn't expect him to be so hearty, so he happily picked up the wine glass, drank it all, the bottom of the cup was bright and dry, and said happily:

"I like people who are happy! Come on, respectfully! ”

said that he drank the wine first, and was extremely happy, and continued:

"As the saying goes, after three rounds of drinking, it is the beginning of nothing to talk about, but I think it is the starting point for pouring out my heart, I salute it first"

Another sip of drinking, the color of the wine suddenly hit the face, a peach ripple in the corners of the eyebrows and eyes, at this time, when the mandala Hua is measured, there is some unexpected affection.

Mandala Hua didn't care, and smiled:

"Everyone has heartfelt words, it only depends on who you talk to."

Yu San'er seemed to think about it for a long time before playfully asking:

"What answer do you want me to give you?"

The eyes are flowing, the silk is continuous, the mandala Hua looks at the sky outside the window, even the little singer in the world regrets the time, what reason do you have to waste it?

Then he raised his glass and said goodbye:

"Thanks".

Take a sip and walk out.

"The whereabouts of your father's soul!"

Yu San'er showed his hole cards loudly, and there was no longer the color of amusement on his face, and Mandala Hua sat back again.

"Reason."

"You're for your father, and so am I! My mother's mortal body is running out, and I want her to be reborn. ”

Mandala Hua leaned forward slightly, staring at Yu San'er's face for a long time, and then confirmed:

"You're not foolish, and you don't have the ability to regenerate people!"

Yu San'er seems to be in the chest:

"Of course you don't, someone does! All you have to do is introduce this person to my spiritual bureau. ”

"You can do this kind of thing with any judge or ghost under you, why do you have to be under it?!"

"Reliable! You are the least likely person to betray this plan, unless you don't want to see your father's soul healed again."

He picked up the cup and raised it all, the helplessness in his eyes was full, but there was no guilt.

Mandala Hua leaned back in the chair behind him, and after careful consideration, he was not sure whether Yu San'er's words were true or false, but he decided to give it a try:

"Unless you let me see it first, you expect me to promise you something!"

"That's no problem! However, I'm afraid that you won't be able to control yourself by then, and we'll all have to finish the fun! ”

Mandala Hua smiled, but no longer spoke, secretly thinking in his heart:

Listening to his voice, I seemed to know the whereabouts of my father's soul, but I didn't promise him anything, and I would make plans when I saw him.

I have made up my mind, so I asked

"When?"

Yu San'er smiled but didn't answer...

......

......

At the end of the year, it was the busiest time for the ghosts to lead the distribution of souls, and the ghosts in the underworld came and went, and no one would wonder about the whereabouts of the two.

Yu San'er walked into the third hall, a suffocating wave of qi rushed to his face, his breath couldn't help but stagnate, he only had half of the netherworld yin blood flowing on his body, and he was a little unaccustomed to the hellish fire qi emitted by the incinerator furnace, even if this hellfire was far away at the end of the 18th layer of hell!

He frowned:

It's the day of the burning of the main temple again!

Mandala Hua, who then entered the main hall, didn't seem to have much reaction to this heat wave, Yu San'er was stunned, remembering Mandala Hua's origin, and immediately understood.

He nodded, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Mandala Hua's hand, floating down.

Each hall in the underworld is a kind of dark energy that is controlled by the Yan Jun of each hall, and this dark energy can communicate with the mind of the Yan Jun of each hall, no matter where the Yan Jun of each hall is, as long as there is an abnormality in the major halls, he can sense it.

And Yu San'er completely ignored the perception ability of the Three Palaces Yan Jun, and swaggered into it, in addition to using extraordinary means to prevent the heart accident between the temple spirit and Yan Jun, and then: This is basically the trap set by the Three Palaces Yan Jun and Yu San'er on himself, this kind of result.

But is it worth it for them to bother so much to grab their own use value?

While he was thinking, he wanted to get rid of the hand that was tightly grasped by Yu San'er, Yu San'er was thrown away by him, and saw that the powerful photovoltaic emitted from the incinerator suddenly rushed the mandala back to the top of the hall.

Yu San'er floated back again, holding Mandala Hua's hand again, but this time he grabbed it tighter.

Mandala Hua understood at this time that Yu San'er grabbed his hand, not just for the sake of lightness.

It turns out that the incinerator of this hell has been there since the beginning of chaos, but it is not known what caused it, the outside is sharp like a tower, and the center is a ball of blue and white light, when burned, the photovoltaic is emitted outward like a ring, and the color gradually changes from light to dark, from blue and white to dark green; And with each soul burning, these blue-green colors surged, striking the blood-red walls of the Hell Temple, and then being reflected back into the sphere, becoming a blue-purple light, gloomy and scorching.

The two of them fell for an unknown amount of time, and seemed to have reached the bottom of the tower, where their feet were treaded, but there was no physical support, and they were still suspended.

Yu San'er was silent, still leading the mandala Hua to the side of the destination.

The incinerator is located in a vast firmament, so dark and deep that you can't see its edge, and above it, the ten halls of the underworld rotate in turn, burning the sinful souls of their own halls.

Around the incinerator stood four huge pillars, not stone, not wood, not iron, etc., but still made of unknown materials.

Mandala Hua knew that it was a lock spirit pillar for the ghosts, and after the ghosts had been corroded and tormented by the Styx water for 10,000 years, they would be locked in these four pillars for another thousand years before they were thrown into the incinerator and their souls were scattered.

The Pillar of the Lock Spirit is not round, but similar to a square, and thousands of powerful ghosts are hung on each side, which are burned on another side every half an hour, taking the meaning that the pain is endless.

At the bottom of a lock spirit pillar, Yu San'er stopped

"Ah——!h

With an exclamation, through his clenched hands, Mandala Hua instantly felt his horror:

"How?"

He asked, following Yu San'er's trembling fingers, under the huge chassis seat of the lock spirit pillar, a black room appeared empty in front of him, the front of the door had obviously been sealed, the residual photovoltaic was still hissing, Yu San'er galloped to another lock spirit pillar, the same dark house door, the sealing power was obviously countless times higher than the one in front, and the surrounding scattered photovoltaics had become powdery, dotted with stars, looking inside, the same emptiness!

As Yu San'er's face turned pale, Shicai's calmness was gone, and the sweat slowly broke out when he held his hand, and Mandala Hua understood:

Maybe an irreparable change has happened.

The two of them were frightened and puzzled by themselves, when they suddenly saw Mandala Hua's whole body tremble, and a powerful electric current almost bounced Yu San'er's hand away.

Yu San'er saw that although he was in the green robe, on the waist of the mandala Hua, a power in the shape of a ghost axe glowed with yellow-green light, and it was rushing up and down, which was the unique underworld sealing power of the flower and leaf messenger on the other side.

In an instant, his hand was like holding a piece of hot soldering iron, and he only heard the mandala Hua roar:

"Not good! Something happened to the space of the afterlife! ”