Away from the south town do not know how far away from the city wall of a huge city wall high song, give people a sense of solidity, relative to the city people come and go, bustling, lively and extraordinary scene, on the city wall, a team of burly soldiers holding Jin Ge wearing iron armor are waiting for the battle, serious patrol, cold and serious. Every more than 100 meters, there is a protruding enemy platform, which is the place where the soldiers defending the city look out and observe the battle.

On an enemy platform, a man in golden iron armor stretched out his hand and knocked on the city wall, and said to the soldiers behind him, "What's the matter?"

The soldier was a little submissive and gritted his teeth, "General, I heard a voice from the ground again yesterday. ”

The man turned around, "Liu Yang, don't say these words again, if you are tired from patrolling during this time, go home and rest for a few days." ”

"General, I'm really..."

The man raised his index finger at the side of his mouth, "Liu Yang, you said earlier that there was a sound underground, and I dialed a team of people to you, and even dug up the water spring, but I didn't find any eyebrows." ”

The man sighed lightly, "Liu Yang, it's not that I don't believe you, even the immortal masters in the city have said that there is nothing abnormal." ”

The soldier raised his head suddenly, "General, those old men know how to eat, drink and have fun, what do they know!"

A slap slapped on the face of the soldier who had been loyally following him for more than ten years, and the man shouted: "Don't die? Who borrowed your guts to talk nonsense, get out of me!"

Liu Yang touched the palm print on his face and laughed at himself, "The subordinates retired." ”

After descending the city wall, the man who took off his iron armor ordered a pot of wine in a wine shop and drank it all.

Suddenly, Liu Yang, who was drinking, was shocked and leaned over to the ground, his ears close to the ground.

Underground, there are bursts of bells?

The shopkeeper of the liquor store was an obese middle-aged man, looking at Liu Yang lying on the ground, and whispered to the shopkeeper: "See, stinky boy, our family is full of wine, and if you fill more wine in the future, you kid will not live at all." ”

The shopkeeper scratched his ears, he didn't add much water today.

Liu Yang stood up and said in a panic: "Did you hear the sound, there is a sound underground, there is a bell, keep ringing, keep ringing." ”

The shopkeeper's shopkeeper instructed the shopkeeper: "Hurry up and go to the back kitchen and get a bowl of decanting soup, you see this drunk." ”

Liu Yang grabbed the shopkeeper and shouted, "I'm not drunk!"

The obese middle-aged man was not annoyed, and signaled the shopkeeper not to step forward, and smiled at Liu Yang, who was holding his collar: "Yes, yes, you are not drunk, this drunk person, they all say that they are not drunk." ”

Liu Yang let go of his hand and walked into the street.

The shopkeeper stretched out his hand to grab the shopkeeper who was about to chase him out, and said: "Stinky boy, doing business, you must pay attention to harmony and make money, everyone is gone, why are you chasing it out!"

The shopkeeper stomped his foot, "He didn't give money!"

"What?"

This time, the obese middle-aged man rushed out in a hurry.

The man stood at the door of the liquor store and breathed a sigh of relief, the drunkard did not go far.

But the next moment, the fat man secretly thought to himself, next time he has to mix more water with his own wine, this wine is harmful!

I saw that on the street, the drunken man who didn't give money grabbed a pedestrian.

"Do you hear the bell ringing underground?"

"Do you hear a voice underground?"

"The bell is ringing, it's still ringing, it's ringing!"

The folk customs are simple, no one wants to deal with a drunkard, just as a drunken crazy talk, pedestrians to avoid it, for a while, on the street in front of the wine shop, only Liu Yang is alone.

Listening to the heavier and heavier bell in his ears, Liu Yang laughed miserably, took out the wine money from his clothes, slapped it on the wine table, carried the wine jug that had not yet been drunk, and said to the fat man before leaving: "I'm really not drunk, don't you know how much water you have mixed in this wine?"

The fat shopkeeper watched the man walk out of his shop, gave a thumbs up, and sighed to the shopkeeper: "It's not terrible to be drunk, it's terrible to know that it's fake wine and still be drunk like this." ”

On the streets, the sun is shining and laughter is ringing.

The man laughed, lifted the flask above his head, and spilled it.

Pedestrians on the street looked at the drunken maniac at the door of the liquor store with different eyes.

The man ignored it, lowered his head, and said miserably: "Everyone is drunk, but I am sober?"

An upside-down city was clinging to the bottom of the city where Liuyang lived, and its size was more than twice as large as the city on the ground.

There are many black high-rise buildings in the city, and from time to time there are a pair of green and red eyes that light up in the city.

The sound of bells echoed through the city.

Wailing!

On the tall building, a child with red lips and white teeth, an old woman with a wrinkled face, a scarred white skeleton, and a woman wearing silver armor with a good appearance.

The four of them stood side by side.

In front of her, a woman in palace dress was full of grief, kneeling on the ground, looking at the extinguished soul lamp, heartbroken.

A cloud of black gas appeared on the tall building, and a figure walked out of it, looking somewhat similar to Zhang Song.

On the tall building, the four people who were standing side by side before saw that person, and immediately bent down and said, "City Lord." ”

The man ignored her, walked up behind the woman who was kneeling and weeping, and reached out and patted her on the shoulder.

"This is fake, isn't it, Song'er won't die, Song'er won't die. The woman muttered to herself.

The man looked at the soul lamp, looked sad, leaned down slightly, and the man took the woman into his arms, stretched out a hand, and gently flipped it.

Turned upside down!

The dungeon, which has not yet absorbed the vitality of the above-ground city, shook violently, like an ox turning over!

"Don't worry, no matter who it is, I will definitely skin him and remove his bones, light a lamp and burn his soul to sacrifice Song'er. ”

On a meadow, Liu Yang, who walked out of Songyang City in discouragement, heard a rumbling sound behind him, turned around and looked, the earth shook, and the ground and ground behind him turned over.

A cold and dark black city replaced the original Sun-sending City, standing on the ground, and the mourning bell rang and spread in all directions.

On the city, countless screaming and screaming souls gathered into a plaque, attached to the city wall.

Burial City!

In the black high-rise building, as soon as the palm of his hand is turned over, the men and women in palace clothes who are sent to the funeral ground of Yang City will sit on the main seat, except for the four generals who need to be firmly turned on the ground by the four generals who need to be firmly turned on the ground, and they cannot come, and the rest of the top ten people in the funeral city are all seated.

Of course, the black-scaled demon Du Bo, who was accompanying the second son of the city lord, naturally could not appear in the hall.

The boy with red lips and white teeth was the terrifying person who devoured the thousands of burial pits in the Burial City, and when he besieged and killed the monk of the Lingxu Realm, it was the ghost poison on the tip of the tongue of this ghost boy that made a great contribution, paralyzing the monk's five senses, and giving the Burial City an opportunity to take advantage of.

As for the scarred white-boned man named Youlan next to the ghost boy, this person who was buried in the city, even the black-scaled demon Du Bo who had climbed the Five Realms of the Tower, had to answer when he saw it, it was said that he was only the slightest distance away from the Six Realms!

On the contrary, the ghost boy and the woman in silver armor who sat next to the white bone Youlan were a little inferior to the two, but they were just going upstairs to the four realms.

On the main hall, Zhang Xun, the city lord of the burial city, who looked a little similar to Zhang Song, said to the white-boned man: "Youlan, although Song'er is dead, Du Bo's soul lamp has not been extinguished, and even Du Bo has not been able to save Song'er, it seems that this trip needs you to go." ”

Two dark blue ghost fires ignited in the hollow eyes of the white bones, and he leaned over and asked: "City Lord, the boundary where the Second Young Master and Du Bo went is within the scope of the Wounded Spring Valley, and the subordinates of the Wounded Spring Valley think that it is not difficult to deal with, but if it involves those Fallen Leaf Sect monks who have always hated our ghosts, how will the subordinates act?" ”

A cold light flashed in Zhang Xun's eyes, "Youlan, my son died there." ”

The white bone Youlan nodded lightly, "My subordinates understand, I will definitely let the place be full of dead ashes and barren mounds." ”

Suddenly, the sound of soft footsteps sounded in the main hall, and a feminine-looking man walked into the main hall, dressed in colorful clothes that stood out in the black burial city.

Zhang Xun sat on the main hall, looked down, and said coldly: "What are you doing here?" ”

The feminine-looking man in colorful clothes said: "My brother is dead, and I want to do my part." ”

The man stood on the main hall with a sad face.

The palace woman who had been immersed in grief sneered, "Zhang Bai, are you so kind?"

The man in colorful clothes said sadly: "What did Aunt Rong say? That's my brother who is related to my blood." ”

The eldest son, who looked very different from Zhang Xun, the lord of the Burial City, raised his head and looked directly at the woman in palace clothes sitting next to Zhang Xun.

"Also, Aunt Rong, don't be mistaken, my name is Zhang Nian. ”

The palace woman who was called Aunt Rong by Zhang Nian stopped talking, but just put away her grief and looked at this person who was at the bottom of the top ten in the burial city!

"How do you want to contribute?", Zhang Xun asked.

Except for Zhang Xun himself, the blue and white bones, and the two generals in the burial city, Du Bo is the top five existence standing in the burial city, and he was sent to Zhang Song's side as a protector, and his preference is self-evident.

The colorful clothes were fluttering, and Zhang Nian said softly: "I am sharing the troubles for my father, and I will bring the person who killed my younger brother back to the burial city and hand it over to Aunt Rong to deal with." ”

Zhang Nian closed his eyes at the woman in the palace costume and said sadly: "I hope this can comfort my brother's spirit in the sky." ”

The woman in the palace dress gritted her teeth, and the man below deliberately raised the volume of the four words in the spirit of the sky.

When the woman wanted to speak to Zhang Xun, who was pondering beside her, she never thought that the blue and white-boned man who had been silent about the family affairs of the city lord of the city was actually spoken: "City lord, the subordinates feel that the son's words are reasonable, the second son unfortunately died, hurting my face in the burial city, it is my transfer to the city, but it is the city lord's family affairs, and the subordinates think that the son can be put in charge of this matter, and the subordinates should assist from the side." ”

His eyes were on the eldest son under the main hall, and Zhang Xun, who had been pondering for a long time, said: "Okay, then I will leave this matter to you, but..."

Zhang Xun said in a deep voice: "But if there is anything missing, I will ask you!"

Looking at the movements of the woman in palace clothes on his father's lap, Zhang Nian smiled softly.

"As it should be. ”

Walking out of the main hall and returning to an attic, a woman with a good posture stood in front of Zhang Nian, looking at Zhang Nian with a sad face, the woman said softly, "Childe, shouldn't this be a happy event?"

Zhang Nian, who was furious, slapped the woman to the ground with a heavy slap.

"That's my brother!"

Zhang Nian stepped on the woman at his feet.

As a monk who climbed the four realms of the tower, the woman did not dare to dodge.

After venting his anger, the man in colorful clothes leaned down, passed his arm through the back of the woman's neck, and held the woman in his arms.

The woman shuddered in her arms, why is the second son Zhang Song expected to take over the burial city, in addition to the pillow wind of the palace woman, and the well-behaved second son Zhang Song, more is the eldest son in front of him who follows his mother's appearance, moody, changeable, and unpleasant.

Zhang Nian stretched out his hand, gently stroked the woman's red and swollen cheeks, and said softly: "Of course it's a happy event, but why did you die so late?" ”