No matter what the system is going to do, just wait for it to make a move.

Wang Yue didn't have too many entanglements, let alone pursue the whereabouts of the Heavenly Gods and Buddhas.

A group of people who are high up, and it doesn't matter if they don't die.

After two hours of tossing and turning, Wang Yue returned to the store again.

Redeemed the Requiem Soul Stabilizing Prop and forced Hou Jing's soul into the body.

As long as seven days of soul recuperation, Hou Jing can come back to life.

After finishing all this, it was already night, and Wang Yue was also ready to go to the Netherworld for a walk.

Qiqi is still in the hands of the Heavenly Demon King, and he must be rescued immediately!

After a few words of instructions to Zhang Song and Zhang Qianqi, Wang Yue returned to the room and lay down, and the Yin and Yang Wuji Exercises were triggered, and all the Yang Qi in his body turned into Yin Qi.

The soul of the extreme yin came out of his body, and Wang Yue's body quickly sank down.

The gray sky reappeared, a large yellow road, small red flowers on both sides, countless souls floating on the road, and in front of it was the outline of a city, which was Xudu!

Wang Yue's soul was wandering rapidly, he did not enter the city, turned in front of the Xudu Gate, and went all the way east along the Lechuan River.

Ten minutes later, the number of ghosts in front of them began to increase, and the ghosts lined up in front of a wooden bridge with reincarnated souls, waiting for soup.

Lechuan River, Nai He Bridge, a simple small shed, smoke steaming in front of the shed.

This is the stall of Meng Po, the ancestor of the stall, and it is also the goal of Wang Yue's trip.

He is not familiar with the underworld, and he doesn't even know where the Heavenly Demon King is, so he can't knock on the door one by one.

But looking at the entire underworld, I don't know anyone who knows him, and many of them are offended by him, only this Meng Po owes him favors.

The soul swooped down, and Wang Yue hovered on the side of the soup pot.

Before he could speak, the demons around him began to curse loudly.

"Where did the little cub come from, why dare to go wild in front of the bridge?"

"You have to queue up for soup."

"Grass, when this is a scenic spot, dare to cut in line at Meng Po's stall, do you want to die~"

"You come down for me..."

The grumpy demon directly moved his hands, and machetes and whips beckoned.

Wang Yueli didn't pay attention to it, a golden light spell hit his body, and all attacks were blocked.

"Meng Po, I'm here to ask for a debt!"

Wang Yue's face was cold, and he said to Meng Po, who was busy.

"Paralysis, who are you, dare to ask Meng Po for debts, I warn you one last time, hurry up and get out, otherwise it doesn't matter who you are..."

The shouting person is five big and three thick, fat and pus, and his facial features can't be seen clearly, and his appearance is extremely terrifying.

Before the words fell, a huge black shadow appeared in the Lechuan River, and the water flow was divided by the winding black shadow.

Bang la blah.

A head the size of a house poked out of the river.

It was a snake head, covered in golden copper scales, and blood-red eyes stared at Wang Yue in mid-air.

The Tonglin Snake, the spirit creature of the Lethe River, one of the six fierce beasts of the underworld, and the guardian of the Nai He Bridge, any ghost who dares to make trouble here will be devoured by them.

Wang Yue smiled contemptuously, raised his hands, the flames in his left hand jumped, and the arc of his right hand shone brightly.

The palm of the thunder plus the fire cloud spell, as long as the copper lin snake dares to go up, Wang Yue will never be soft.

"Come in, and I won't fool you in what I promised you."

The hoarse voice resounded throughout the audience, the ghost soldiers and ghost generals were silenced, the fierce light in the eyes of the Tonglin snake faded, and the head slowly sank.

Wang Yue pouted.

Speaking is better than singing, why don't you look at yourself if you don't play tricks, and you have to wait until he is ready to make a move?

The old things are really cheeky~

Falling gently, Wang Yue walked to the small shed behind Meng Po, and before he could enter, he saw a familiar figure sitting in the shed.

Jiaorakshasa Jiang Yujiao.

Without looking at the worried face, Wang Yue sat down in the shed.

After a while, Meng Po handed the porridge pot to a girl and got up and went into the shed.

"Or do you want to ask about the wicked of the Ninth World?" Straight to the point, Meng Po asked directly.

Wang Yue nodded, then shook his head again.

"Yes and no, the wicked man of the ninth world is the principal, but the principal has not been repaid for a long time, and there is already interest."

Meng Po smiled bitterly.

"Wang Yue, it's not that I haven't paid it back for a long time, but I haven't found you when I go up several times, and I don't recognize this interest."

"Nothing else, interest is also each other." Wang Yue responded with a sneer.

Meng Po's face gradually became serious, and she said word by word.

"In the underworld, are you going to collect protection money from my stall?"

Wang Yue cocked Erlang's legs and said very casually: "You can also say that, I just don't know how many bowls you have." ”

Meng Po's eyes narrowed slightly, and Jiang Yujiao on one side looked angry.

Syllable!

With a soft sound, a bowl fell to the ground, the soup splashed, and the girl was at a loss to clean it up.

The bowl is upside down on the ground, and the depression at the bottom of the bowl is clearly visible.

It was the trace left by Wang Yue's super strong palm thunder.

"Boom!"

Meng Po laughed abnormally, and then her face turned kind, as if she had completely changed person.

"Okay, I'll leave this interest matter to Yujiao!"

Jiang Yujiao nodded, but Wang Yue narrowed his eyes.

Let Jiang Yujiao be the guide, does Meng Po know his intention?

Meng Po didn't give Wang Yue a chance to ask questions, but continued.

"Yu Jiao doesn't know about the Ninth Wicked Man, and the specific origin has been two thousand years..."

Meng Po's eyes were full of memories, and she began to tell her that Wang Yue also knew a lot of secrets.

Human suffering comes from evil, just like yin and yang, good and evil are opposed to each other, but they also complement each other.

Without the backdrop of evil, the world would not know that there is good.

Good deeds are rewarded, evil deeds are punished, and good people die well, so when heaven and earth are first opened, order is unified, and there is evil in the world...

Of course, this is what Meng Po said, Wang Yue is noncommittal about it, he just wants to know the origin of the Ninth Wicked Man.

"The Yellow Emperor was born, there is a special disaster, there is good and evil first, the Yellow Emperor has been inherited for thousands of years, admired and worshiped so far, what can not be evil, so there is a small stream of indulgence, causing disasters in the Three Realms, collecting evil thoughts in the world, raising the evil of the ninth world as the soul, casting the extreme number of evil to cut down the heavens and the earth..."

Wang Yue heard it in a fog, but he probably understood the meaning.

It means that for two thousand years, the scum of the Three Realms have gathered together, and in order to make evil the main theme of the world, they have made an evil plan, preparing to make a power like the Yellow Emperor come out.

They gather all the evil things to form a body, cultivate a super evil nine generations of evil people as a soul, and use the super villains they create to crusade against the gods in the sky and disturb the underworld...

After Meng Po finished speaking, Wang Yue frowned and asked.

"Meng Po, are you telling me a story, what I want is the details, such as who are the bad seeds in the underworld, whether King Qin Guang counts, or Judge Lu, the ghost king of the rebellion...

Who are the wicked people in the world, does the Zhu family who smuggled vehicles to the underworld count, or the Ten Thousand Evil Society, or which sanctimonious sect..."

Meng Po frowned and looked at Wang Yue, and it took a long time before she replied slowly.

"Wang Yue, the whirlpool has been formed, everyone is in the whirlpool, and they will make choices according to the direction of the whirlpool's rotation, I can't answer what you asked, but I am sure that King Qin Guang and Yujiao are not involved!"

It is very profound, as long as there is interest, everyone can be a bad seed.

But in the same way, saying it means not saying it, and there is no real hammer for the sixth child.

Wang Yue frowned and shook his head.

The secret is very big, and it is more nervous than the invasion of aliens, but Wang Yue doesn't feel it.

People are really too fragile, who can say for sure what will happen in the future.

Not to mention whether there is an alien invasion, just if the existing nuclear bomb is detonated together, the existing human space will be gone~

So this... It's better to leave it to the Special Research Institute to have a headache.

Leng Binghan and Bai Haoran are both good seedlings, and they both have the potential to become super Asian!

With a plan in mind, Wang Yue said again.

"Okay, the principal is settled, and the interest is repaid."

Meng Po nodded and said to Jiang Yujiao.

"Yujiao, don't be willful in the future, Wang Yue is capable, you have to remember what I told you about the "Book of Women", three from four virtues is the duty..."

Wang Yue was numb when he heard it, what the hell is the three from the four virtues?

It's just that there is a lack of a guide, and there is no shortage of wives~