A corner of the underworld.

The sky was gray and gloomy.

Zhong Ming woke up from the darkness.

The moment his eyes opened, his eyes did not have the slightest hint of confusion, with wolf-like ruthlessness, and his straightforward anger was terrifying.

"Are you awake?"

A hoarse voice sounded, and a dark shadow appeared beside him, with a hint of happiness in his tone, and a hint of vague regret.

"Boy, your life is very big, you didn't die when you broke through the rift in time and space, and you got your wish and went to the underworld well, it's really an enviable luck ......"

Zhong Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at the black shadow with a smile.

"Why, I'm not dead, you're disappointed?"

His eyes were sharp, with a hint of compelling aura, under this kind of look, the black shadow was stunned, and subconsciously responded:

"No ......"

The black shadow was inexplicably frightened by this cold look, and when he realized what he had done, he secretly felt annoyed, and felt that his face was lost.

It's really embarrassing, he is an ancestor-like character, he is old enough to be the grandfather of this kid, and he was actually intimidated by the eyes of a little junior.

Zhong Ming looked at him and spoke:

"Anyway, now that I've followed your instructions to the underworld, and where is that thing you were talking about?"

The dark shadow was silent for a moment, as if in thought.

After a long time, he silently spoke:

"Tens of thousands of years ago...... This seat invaded the underworld back then, and I remember that it was in the Ghost Temple. Now that tens of thousands of years have passed, the vicissitudes of life, and the changes in the world, the specific seat is not very clear......"

He paused, "The question is, is there still a ghost temple in the underworld now?"

"Absolutely. ”

Zhong Ming nodded without hesitation when he heard this, with affirmation in his tone.

He naturally learned about the relevant information in the book, although there are few records, although the language is unknown, but it is also certain that there is a ghost temple in the underworld now, and the ghost hall is not a small force.

"The Ghost Hall is famous, it is the number one force in the underworld, ruling the underworld for more than 100,000 years, and of course it is still there. If your words are true, it should be in the Oniden Temple. ”

Zhong Ming bowed his head slightly in contemplation.

"Wealth and wealth are in danger, first blend into the ghost hall and then talk. ”

He looked up at the dark shadow, "Do you know how to sneak into the Ghost Palace?"

The black shadow looked at Zhong Ming with some hesitation, his eyes a little strange.

"There was a method in this seat back then, but it was a method tens of thousands of years ago, and I don't know if it will work......

"But it should be possible, you have this capital ......"

He said it implicitly, but Zhong Ming couldn't help but be stunned, and a bad premonition inexplicably welled up in his heart......

---

Here, Xie Qingci was also thinking about how to enter the ghost hall.

These ghost cultivators have been telling her some things about the ghost hall for the past few days, and they are too deliberate. She learned a lot and gradually had her own plans.

"Xiaoqing, how are you adapting now?Do you want your uncle to help, just say, uncle will definitely help you." ”

The headless man waved his hand at Xie Qingci very heroically, smiled heartily, and looked friendly, calling the headless body, a little weird.

Xie Qingci has become accustomed to this kind of scene from unbearable to later, without the slightest unnaturalness.

Xie Qingci looked at the "uncles" in front of him and lowered his head to brew feelings.

After a while, Xie Qingci raised his head, his eyes shining with a hint of water.

She seemed to be deeply moved, grateful, and said softly: "Uncle is so good to me, Xiaoqing is really touched." I really want to do something to repay it. ”

She frowned, seemed to be very entangled, and after thinking for a long time, she still asked with some hesitation:

"Uncles, I am new to the Ghost Palace, and I am very yearning for the Ghost Palace, and I want to go to the Ghost Hall to try it and see if there is any opportunity to go in and learn more advanced ghost cultivation techniques, do you have any way?"

She just mentioned it casually, but she didn't expect that these ghost cultivators were all like chicken blood, and those with eyes were looking at her with extreme excitement, and they reacted very much to her words.

Xie Qingci was uncomfortable with this kind of look, and stumbled and spoke:

“...... What, what's wrong?"

"Hahaha......"

The headless man laughed, slapped her thin shoulder with a palm, and said excitedly, "You mean, you voluntarily want to go to the Ghost Hall to study?"

"Hmmm......"

Xie Qingci was a little confused by this attitude, and nodded stunned.

"Of course we have a way to let you go to the Ghost Temple, are you really willing, voluntary, and heartfelt?"

Xie Qingci was a little surprised: "Is there really a way?"

"Of course!"

Dragging the bloody remnants, the waist slashing man crawled over with some excitement, and said loudly: "Now, we can send you to the ghost hall now......"

The man with the broken arm frowned, kicked the leg of the man, broke the man's words, and whispered: "Shut up!"

The waist slashing man seemed to realize something and quickly shut up.

Xie Qingci saw all this in his eyes, and as if nothing had happened, the man with the broken arm couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Uncle is so good, but the ghost hall is such a good place, why does uncle want to help me?"

Xie Qingci's eyes were still shining, looking at these overly enthusiastic ghost cultivators in front of him, he tilted his head cutely like a child, pretending to hesitate.

The man with the severed hand looked at her and couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes, and coughed calmly, with kindness in his eyes:

"Xiaoqing, you are a good boy, we all like your well-behaved little doll. ”

"You've lived here with your uncle for so many days, and we all really like you. ”

The waist slashing man hurriedly interjected: "We have long regarded you as our own, haven't we?"

"That's right!"

The ghost cultivators spoke in unison, their voices were loud, and the surrounding people trembled involuntarily.

Xie Qingci smiled on his face, his brain was running rapidly.

There must be something wrong with these ghosts, there is no doubt about it, they seem to want to send her to the ghost temple, and she must volunteer......

So what should she do now?

---

A day later.

"Sister, if you are developed in the future, don't forget the old brothers. ”

"Fellow Daoist, you have been taken care of by us for the past few days when you were injured and unconscious. ”

"I ...... at the beginning"

“......”

A group of ghost cultivators surrounded Xie Qingci, and you talked to her every word, as if they had deep feelings and were reluctant.

Xie Qingci smirked while responding to the enthusiasm of the ghost cultivators.

After thinking about it for a long time yesterday, I decided to push the boat down the river and go to the ghost hall.

On the one hand, the opportunity is rare, and the opportunity to blend into the ghost hall is not easy to have.

Again, who knows if they'll slaughter her in anger after she refuses......

"Let's go. ”

A skeletal shelf of Bai Sensen walked over and said to her.

He held a blood-red lantern in his hand, and the faint glow of blood seeped through people.

There were no pupils in his large eye holes, only two faint blue flames burning with a snort, as if to sink people's hearts deeply, eerie and terrifying.

"Hmm. ”

Xie Qingci bowed his head, carried a small bag on his back, and left silently under the gaze of a group of ghost cultivators.

The skeleton messenger stepped on a broomstick flying magic weapon, picked Xie Qingci up, and flew away in the air.

Xie Qingci sat on the broom, looked at the indifferent appearance of the skeleton messenger, and tried to speak.

She asked in a lovely tone:

"Uncle, where are you going to take Xiaoqing?"

"The Hall of Ghosts. ”

The skeleton messenger's voice was stiff and cold, like an emotionless puppet, and only the blue flames in his eyes flashed.

Xie Qingci silently slandered, she still knew this.

Trying to know more things, she could only be cheeky and continue to talk.

"Uncle, isn't the ghost hall very interesting, is there anything particularly interesting?"

“......”

The skeleton messenger was silent, did not answer her, and operated the magic weapon on his own.

"Uncle ......"

Xie Qingci continued to ask with some reluctance.

"Silence. ”

An emotionless voice sounded in her ears with a hint of murderous intent.

Suddenly, Xie Qingci felt a burst of coercion suppressing her, pressing her out of breath, and she almost fell off without grasping the broom.

Xie Qingci scolded secretly in his heart, gritted his teeth, and reluctantly closed his mouth obediently,

Speechless all the way.

Just such an hour passed, and they finally came to the legendary ghost temple.

Xie Qingci looked left and right, looking around, very surprised. There is only a large open space here, where is the palace?

The skeleton messenger was silent. His bony fingers were half-grasped in the void, and a flash of light flashed, and a skull appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Wow"

He let out a low cry and threw the skull into a clearing, where the skull rolled a few times.

"Zizi"

Suddenly, the wind suddenly rose in the otherwise quiet clearing. The wind roared like thunder, like a sound from the depths of the Nine Shadows.

A huge circular blood spirit array of veins spread, and the thin filaments were like human blood vessels, filling the entire ground in an instant.

The blood light reflected off the gray sky, reflecting an unexpected picture.

"It's!"

Xie Qingci's pupils widened, and he looked at the scene in front of him in shock, but he was speechless for a while.

In the center of the floating island, a majestic palace made of deep, vast and endless white bones stood quietly, with ghosts roaring and demons screaming.

A yellow river falls like a long ribbon of silk from the floating island, and it is like a miracle.

The river is muddy and silent, flowing in all directions along the deep and shallow channels of the ground, meandering down the entire underworld.

The water was not mortal, with a dead breath and a strong corrosiveness, and the destroyer showed no mercy to all living beings who came near it.

"Forehead ......"

Xie Qingci felt his neck tighten.

The skeleton messenger grabbed her by the collar, ignoring Xie Qingci's reaction, and directly hung her like this, taking her to the floating island.

Xie Qingci frowned, but did not struggle, and let the skeleton messenger take her up.

The scene on the island was different from what she had imagined.

It's not a sea of blood purgatory, nor is it a whirlwind, it's very humane.

The island is full of green trees, willows, beautiful scenery, and fireworks in the world.

The low buildings are lined up in patches, and they are a bazaar.

Just like all human markets, lanterns are hung high, water flags are fluttering, food is fragrant, and stalls are dazzling with goods.

It's just that this bazaar is empty, without any popularity, and the silence is a little eerie.

Beauty is beautiful, but with a bit of unreality.

The warbler flies and the grass grows, the blue sky is warm and the sun is warm, and the small bridge and flowing water are people, if it weren't for this too quiet, Xie Qingci would really have an illusion that she was still in Kyushu.

What surprised her even more was that there was actually a sun in this world. It was hanging high in the air, emitting a blazing light without hesitation.

Isn't this a ghost town?

Why is there such a thing as the sun?

The skeleton messenger turned his head and finally said the first words in hours.

He said, "Welcome to the Hidden Capital. ”