"Is it right to make a deal with evil spirits so that your people don't live to be forty years old?" Xu Nanshan made a mocking sound, his lips were bloodless, and this answer made him unacceptable.

Why did Xu Guoshi make a deal with the evil spirits of hell to cut the life span of his clansmen?

Just as they were inspecting the altar.

The burning of the Nether Tree attracts the ghost soldiers of Hell.

There was a young man in a purple robe standing on the cliff, he tilted his head slightly to look at the faint blue flames, playing with a piece of fine jade in his hand, and his voice was a little yin and yang, "Oh, it turned out to be a warlock, this fire is good, how strong it burns, right?" ”

The black and white impermanence that followed him was silent.

This is simply a great oversight in the underworld, a ghost tree grows in the human world, but they don't know it at all.

"Hell... Lord Oni, this... This..."The ghost soldier couldn't say a full word for a long time.

This was a large-scale massacre, and there must have been a record in the underworld at that time, but no one cared, and this matter was big or small.

But today, it is the ghost king who is dealing with the ten halls of Yama, he has never cared about these idle matters, but if it is investigated, no one will be beaten violently, including their top boss Hades.

"I stutter and can't let out a fart." The young man scolded and directly kicked the ghost soldier in front of him, "Get down and clean up the mess for the master." ”

The ghost soldier was directly kicked, landing directly from the cliff, and almost kissed the white bones on the ground.

Then the boy looked at the black and white impermanence on the left and right.

Bai Wuchang smiled, put on a reluctant smile, and flattered, "Don't worry, Lord Ghost King, Lao Hei and I will go down and deal with it." ”

Hei Wuchang's expressionless Geng Zhi spoke, "It has always been Judge Zhong Kui who recorded such massacres. ”

Bai Wuchang bumped him with his elbow and told him to shut up, and at this time, don't pull the judge into the water.

This is an act of making enemies in the workplace.

Black Impermanence didn't understand, only knew that Bai Impermanence dragged him down to deal with the white bones underneath.

The young man standing on the cliff reached the back molars with an unhappy expression.

Take 10,000 steps back, isn't this Hades right?

Black impermanence, this nerd.

Speaking doesn't summarize the point.

In the void space, a cyan figure stepped into the air, holding the judge's pen, with a slender figure and a cold appearance, "Lord Ghost King, according to the records, this is the destruction of the country that happened during the war, and it is the simultaneous destruction of the two countries, and the appearance of this ghost tree is an accident. ”

The young man impatiently raised his eyes and looked at Judge Zhong Kui, "Let the Hades King Dog Thief deal with it personally, this ghost tree can be destroyed, or rely on the help of human warlocks, I can't afford to lose this face." ”

With that, his figure disappeared on the spot.

He didn't do anything that was a shame.

I haven't forgotten the last time the ghost door was opened on July 15, it was a paper craftsman who made a paper man to expel the ghost into the underworld.

Judge Zhong Kui's eyes silently looked into the dark, and a Hades King wearing a gorgeous costume and a half-mask was hiding there, thinking that he was afraid that the unreasonable Ghost King would beat him.

......

Altar of the main burial chamber.

A flickering shadow leaned against the stone wall and stared at the group.

Ji Lanqian seemed to feel something, and instantly looked back in that direction, the yin qi was extremely heavy, as if there was a heavyweight ghost staring at them.

Looking at each other in the air, the young man glanced at her and looked away.

Ji Lanqian tugged at Tiezui's sleeve.

The eighth master was thinking about how to open the coffin on the altar, and turned his head to look at her, "What's wrong?" ”

Her voice was small, "Something is staring at us." ”

The eighth master followed her gaze and looked over, there was indeed the existence of yin qi, a very strange magnetic field.

"What are you looking at?" The black blind man noticed the sight of the two of them, and also looked over, a stone wall without even a mural was so beautiful?

This made Zhang Qiling, who was wiping the Tang knife, also stop his movements and look over there.

The boy stood with his chest crossed, and a group of humans who couldn't even see the ghosts wanted to watch him, right?

"......"

Tang Dao stabbed straight towards the young man's position with a cold light, with an inexplicable murderous aura and coercion.

Not ordinary people.

The boy remained motionless, staring directly at the man who was shooting at him, wearing a hat to cover his face, and he could not see his face at all.

Tang Dao passed through his shadow and sank into the stone wall for three points.

There was no reaction at all around.

On top of that Tang knife, there was also unicorn blood that had not been wiped clean.

Zhang Ling's eyes were slightly dark, it was a little ghost for at least a thousand years, and they couldn't afford to mess with it.

But already provoked.

The young man looked sideways at the Tang Knife, originally wanting to come and see the warlock who ignited the ghost tree, but he didn't expect that there were such characters in their team.

There has been no movement, Ji Lanqian frowned, "Is it my delusion?" The knife stabbed it in the face, but it didn't move. ”

It's a good temper.

Qi Tiezui's fingers quickly pinched, and he became a peacemaker, "Okay, okay, don't look at it, continue to open the coffin." ”

"Oh." The black blind man turned his head and continued to pry the coffin.

But Zhang Qiling raised his feet and walked towards the young man's position, until he pulled out the Tang knife from the stone wall, and the distance between them was very close.

The young man's peach blossom eyes squinted at his exposed jaw, as well as his injured left hand, which was wrapped in bandages several times, and the blood was still seeping.

This kind of blood is a big killer for ghosts, what is the identity of this person?

Zhang Qiling seemed to feel a fiery gaze, his thin lips pursed slightly, and he raised his knife to put some more blood in the palm of his hand to exorcise ghosts.

This action startled the young man, and quickly disappeared on the spot, the small amount of blood on the knife just now made him feel murderous, if it was covered with blood, he could be stabbed to death in the air.

The dignified ghost king was stabbed to death with a knife?

It's not worth it.

First walk.

Zhang Qiling paused, put away the Tang knife easily, and the aura seemed to have disappeared.

Ji Lanqian looked surprised, is this dumb brother so fierce?

Even the ghosts are afraid of him?

Few people can understand this little episode, only that the new brother is playing with a knife, and his strength is so strong that he can sink into the stone wall with a knife.

There is a mechanism on the coffin at the bottom of the statue, and the location of the mechanism has not been found for the time being.

Qi Tiezui held his waist with both hands and looked up at the statue called the mourning bird, and Ji Lanqian lit him on the side, "Is the bead you got a key?" ”

The eighth master took out the bead and looked left and right a few times.

If this is the key, where should I put it?

His eyes lit up, "Blind, put the beads into the mouth of the mourning bird." ”

Hei Ye took the bead from his hand, climbed the statue, and went to the top in a few clicks, and then stuffed the bead into the mouth of the mourning bird, and the bead went down the statue, apparently there was a mechanism passage inside.

Until I heard the sound of the beads falling on the mechanism, the coffin below was directly bounced out, and the entire sarcophagus was engraved with inscriptions, as if it was cursing something.

The logic seems to have made sense a little more, and calling the mourning bird is indeed the source of the curse.