Li Ling: ?

Hear this.

In an instant, countless question marks seemed to appear in his mind.

Li Ling looked at Meng Yu, and his voice trembled a little: "Are you serious?"

Meng Yu nodded, "I'm serious."

Li Ling: ...

Silent.

There was a long silence.

was so silent that Meng Yu stood aside, feeling a little uncomfortable.

After a long time.

Li Ling finally spoke, "Do you know what I've been through in the past month?"

I kept knocking on the stick, kept grabbing the medicinal herbs, and grabbed the administrators who made special notes to warn me...

As a result, *** told me that you painted this scroll a hundred years ago?

You're damned!

！

Moment.

He felt like a clown.

So much effort for the sake of the present, the result... But this is the result.

You might as well be fooling me.

Nope.

Nothing is gone.

A sense of powerlessness suddenly swelled up.

Li Ling's eyes gradually revealed a bit of despair, and a salted fish aura gradually spread outward, he never thought of it.

This female ghost lady looks really like a ghost!

Damn it.

Damn it!

This month, he almost didn't have any rest, stayed in the small room during the day, and entered the thriller game at night to start catching tricks, and the time management of the time management master was not as good as he had arranged.

Even some 996 employees are not as tired as him.

And that's how it turned out.

A month's dream was ruthlessly shattered.

Li Ling decided that the next time was to start salting fish fiercely.

The first thing to do is to watch all the new films of Fukada and Mikami Sensei this month!

Feel the horror.

Meng Yu's face on the side changed instantly at this time.

No, I can't.

Judging from this posture, it is not easy to persuade a bad luck to come back, and it feels like it will not be long before it will become a salted fish...

How can this work?

Meng Yu groaned, and a little blush gradually appeared on his cheeks: "It's really not good, in fact, there is a beautiful young lady in the underworld."

Li Ling frowned: "Who?"

Meng Yu played a dumb riddle: "Far away in the sky, close in front of you."

Li Ling: ?

After a deep sigh.

He tried to ask, "May I ask you this year?"

Meng Yu coughed twice: "Not counting these days in the underworld, he is only in his eighties."

Li Ling frowned: "What if it is counted?"

Seeing this, Meng Yu began to count his fingers: "One digit, two digits, three digits..."

I saw more and more fingers standing up.

Li Ling couldn't help but see his eyelids jumping wildly.

Crooked day.

That's a bit outrageous.

He waved his hand: "Forget it, I can still adjust these small problems by myself."

Hear this.

Meng Yu frowned instead, "What do you mean?"

Li Ling: ...

Facing a guy who can be his own ancestor for more than ten generations.

He really didn't mean anything.

That's it.

Women will only affect the speed at which they can catch ghosts.

Let's put these things aside for now.

Walk in this capital city.

Li Ling looked at the various scenes around him

Elephant, recalling a series of rumors about the yang world in his mind, inexplicably had a feeling of unreality.

He seemed to think of something: "A hundred years ago, when the underworld was not down, were there many living evils like me?"

Meng Yu fell into deep thought: "There are still quite a lot of them, but most of them are a little unavailable, and now they are almost all dead, and they can accumulate so many achievements like you, and successfully enter the underworld... It seems like there's only one."

Hear this.

Li Ling immediately became interested: "Who?"

Meng Yu pondered, "I only remember that my surname is Yang... I don't know what it's called, it's been too long, it's been more than a hundred years now, and I guess he should be dead."

"At that time, I remember that not long after he entered the underworld to register, he encountered a situation where he had lost contact with the mortal world, and all those living shadows were lost, and his name was even cleared, and there was no contact with him again, until you, the situation took a turn for the better."

"The surname is Yang..."

Seeing this, Li Ling couldn't help but start pondering.

You know, a hundred years ago was different from now, although the ghosts did not disappear at that time, but there was no thriller game, relying on catching ghosts in the yang, the cumulative performance was enough to enter the underworld, and the strength should be considered quite terrifying.

It's a pity.

No matter how strong a person is, he can't bear the ravages of time, and a hundred years have passed, and now it should be almost gone.

In this way, Li Ling controlled the ghost fire in his body and drifted towards the center of the capital city again.

To be honest, he had heard too many rumors about the underworld, some of which were similar, but there were many rumors that had nothing to do with what Li Ling had seen.

For example... Legend has it that there are eighteen layers of hell in the underworld, and when the evil deeds die, the soul of the evil person will be exiled to hell for execution.

But...

Li Ling didn't see it.

Come to think of this.

Li Ling turned to look at Meng Yu, a little curious: "I often hear rumors about the eighteenth layer of hell in the yang world, but... Seems to be fake?

Hear this.

Meng Yu was stunned for a moment and nodded: "The eighteen-layer dungeon that is legendary in the mortal world... It's not fake, it's real."

"It's just that from the moment the underworld lost contact with the mortal world..."

"The eighteen layers of hell have also lost contact and disappeared, and no information related to them can be found until now."

"At the same time, the fact that the underworld has become like this has a lot to do with the disappearance of the eighteen layers of hell."

Judging from the accumulation of so much in the Netherworld now, even if it is disconnected from mortals for a few hundred years, the real reason for the downfall of the underworld is the inexplicable disappearance of the eighteenth layer of hell.

Hear this.

Lee felt goosebumps all over his body.

Eighteen layers of hell disappear?

Where did that go?

seems to see the doubt in the other party's eyes.

Meng Yu shook his head at this time: "At that time, the fifth master and the sixth master stayed in one of the eighteen-layer dungeons."

"Then, the two of them disappeared as well, and though the book still had some information about it, but... But there's no way to get in touch with them, it's like they've disappeared out of thin air."

"Hades, including the two judges, also felt quite puzzled and puzzled about this matter, it seems that they have used some method to explore, and in the course of this hundred years, there is only some information left."

"According to my feelings, the eighteen layers of hell are not like they have lost contact, but more like... The feeling of being stolen."

After a long and long conversation.

Meng Yu shook his head and sighed, "But this is just a guess of mine, what exactly happened, when the two judges, or the king of Hades come back, we should know."