The cloudy moon is like a mirror, slowly rising into the sky and shuttling between the clouds, and the faint blue glow is sprinkled on the earth. For everything in the underworld, the world is covered with a light blue veil.

In the city, as night fell, the hustle and bustle gradually turned into tranquility. After the white lanterns on the doors of most of the shops were lit, the shopkeepers, who had been tired from a long day's work, hurriedly closed the doors and went to rest.

In the north of the city, not far from the Yamen of the Ten Palaces, there is a narrow and secluded alley, which is only half a zhang wide and dozens of zhang long. The alleys are lined with blue brick walls several feet high, except for a slightly dilapidated courtyard at the end. Behind those blue brick walls, the willow locust is in the shade, and the branches are dense, covering the alley tightly, and it seems that the alley is even narrower.

As a result, the alley is also dark and gloomy during the day, and most of the time.

And at night, there is no light at the entrance of the small courtyard at the end, and there is naturally no light in the alley, and it is dark. Over time, even the old ghosts who have been in the underworld for a long time can't remember what the name of this place is. I only know that all the ghosts in the capital call this place the Alley without lights.

And for some reason, even if it's a ghost, passing by this place feels eerie and uncomfortable, so everyone passes by this place, and basically walks away. In addition, there is a small courtyard at the end of the alley, so it is very deserted, making this alley gradually become the only place in the capital city that even ghosts don't want to come.

And in the courtyard at the end of the alley, the gate is a barbarian gate, there are no stone lions or stone drums by the door, but there are a pair of stone toads carved from bluestone, making their heads high and opening their mouths, but the mouth is full of sharp fangs, which is very strange.

As far as the workmanship is concerned, this pair of stone toads is very delicate, the image is realistic, the bulging eyes, the pimples on the back, and the fangs in the big mouth, everything is so lifelike.

At this time, a middle-aged scribe who exuded an elegant temperament from top to bottom quietly walked into the alley through the night, and stood in front of the barbarian door in front of the small courtyard after reaching the end. After glancing at the pair of stone toads in the darkness, he slowly raised his hand and knocked lightly on the closed door.

The knock on the door was particularly piercing in the dead silence of the alley.

At the mercy of the scribe's every move, the yin winds that filled the alleys hit him, and those yin winds repeatedly had spirituality at this moment, and they were very fond of this scribe, and they kept spinning around him.

A moment after the knock fell to the ground, the door slowly opened a thin slit, and a head with a serious black face with a long hat with the words "Catching you" popped out from behind the door. Looking around, his mouth was very impatient and shouted: "Who, don't you sleep at night?". It is black impermanence.

Immediately afterward, after seeing the scribe's face clearly in the darkness, he was frightened, and hurriedly opened the door and knelt on the ground, and after hanging his head, he cried out in fear, "Your Majesty!"

"Get up. The scribe bypassed the darkness and headed straight into the backyard of the gate.

After hurriedly getting up and closing the door, Hei Wuchang chased the scribe to the somewhat messy hall. As soon as he saw the lobby, the smell of alcohol and a strange smell in the room made the scribe frown.

Sitting in it leisurely drinking wine, eating the white impermanence of peanuts, when he saw the scribe, he immediately burped in fright and hurriedly stood up. Then he scratched his head and sneered at the scribe, "Your Majesty, why are you here?"

"The whole world is not the king's land, and the underworld is not excluded, can't I come to your dwelling, or is it not the king's land?" The scribe glanced at the wine jar on the ground, walked to the main seat in the hall and sat down, staring at the black and white impermanence, and without waiting for them to answer, he asked in a deep voice, "I am here to ask, Fuxi and Nuwa's children, are you really destroyed?"

Black and white impermanence's heart jumped, but his face was still fearless, only a little suspicious, and then returned in unison: "Yes, we personally beat that kid to death with a ghost stick." ”。

"But this morning, King Qin Guang told me that a little ghost came to the underworld about a year ago, and even he couldn't find out the origin of this ghost ghost, what happened?" As soon as the scribe said this, Black and White Impermanence suddenly knew that he was asking Xiao Shizhu.

Fortunately, they already knew that this day would come sooner or later, and they prepared countermeasures in advance, and then pretended to be stunned, and then asked in unison: "Impossible, right? Isn't the origin of all human souls automatically registered in the book of life and death from birth?"

"His name is Xiao Shizhu, and he seems to be the soul of the person married by the ghost mother. The scribe's fingers, hidden in his sleeves, moved slightly, and the wind around him blew towards every corner of the room, and let out bursts of roars like tigers' roars, and the wine jars lying on the ground were swept away by these winds, and then they shattered into more than a dozen pieces without making a sound.

"Your Majesty is angry. Bai Wuchang hurriedly explained to the scribe: "I have some impressions of this soul, according to the records in the book of life and death, he is a tragic ghost or we have brought it. ”。

"Yi Chen, it's his Qin Guangwang's subordinates who came out of the ink, I'm afraid that you will blame, so I simply made up something to distract you, otherwise why did the incident from a year ago only be reported today?" Then, Bai Wuchang hurriedly took out a scroll from his sleeve that had begun to yellow, unfolded it and quickly flipped through it, found the page that recorded Xiao Shizhu's life and death, handed it to the scribe, and said urgently: "Your Majesty, please see, this little ghost can indeed find out the origin." ”。 In his heart, he was secretly glad that the book of life and death had already been quietly changed by him and Hei Wuchang more than 20 years ago, otherwise he really didn't know how to explain it to Emperor Xudu at this time.

The scribe glanced at the contents of the unfolded scroll, and sure enough, as Bai Wuchang said, Xiao Shizhu's family tree, etc., were listed one by one, and Xiao Shizhu's parents were recorded in detail as two liars instead of Nuwa Fuxi, and the index finger in his sleeve moved again, and those yin winds calmed down and gradually disappeared.

"Hahahaha. The scribe raised his head and laughed wildly, then looked at the black and white impermanence, and said with a pleasant face: "I have never doubted the loyalty of the two of you, and it was just a joke for you just now." ”。 It's really faster than turning a book, and one second ago it was full of murderous energy, but now it's a sunny smile.

Black and white impermanence is also smiling, but secretly relieved.

"By the way, I am here to let you continue to secretly investigate how to make the soul have the ability to reproduce. The scribe stood up, walked slowly towards the outside of the hall, and said lightly: "Since Nuwa Fuxi can give birth to children, then I should be able to do the same." Continue to investigate this matter, and don't let up. Also, the secret that the soul can't give birth, don't leak it. ”。

As soon as he finished speaking, the scribe was gone, except for the open barbarian door, which swayed softly in the night wind, creaking and creaking.

After a long time, after Hei Wuchang closed the door, he turned around and returned to the door of the lobby, and said to Bai Wuchang, who was stunned at the courtyard door: "Old Xie, he is still so moody!"

"He sensed threatened. After Bai Wuchang couldn't feel the soul qi of the Emperor Xudu, he closed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "As soon as the matter of the ink master came out, Yin Lingzi reversed again, breaking the peace of the underworld for thousands of years, and these things made him feel that the throne was unstable. ”。

"Then should we send the key to Xiao Shizhu?" Hei Wuchang thought about it, Bai Wuchang's words also made sense, so he nodded and asked quietly: "At least let the young master also have the strength to join the ranks of the rebellion against the Emperor Xudu." ”。

"Our task is to protect the young master. Bai Wuchang shook his head gently, his eyes were always fixed on the closed courtyard door, and he said slowly: "What he needs now is not the key, but the experience, and the cultivation of Taoguang." ”。

"Okay, just do as you say. After Hei Wuchang showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, he said no more.

Volume 1 (End)