Western City is the place where Guihe is located.

Also known as the West Temple.

Soon gathered in front of the hall a lot of ghosts, some of them were wearing masks, Xu was too ugly before he died, all slightly blocked, some simply did not cover up, some of them were blue under their eyes, as if they had not had enough sleep for a long time, some of them had long tongues, they were afraid of hanging themselves, and some of their ears, eyes, nose and mouth kept bleeding, blood splashed everywhere, and they kept wiping, and they had to apologize to others, sorry, sprayed on you... Etcetera.

The ghost clan all discussed: "Is the West Hall going to beat people again?" "Who doesn't say that the words in the West Hall are ugly?" "Is the West Hall going to compare words again?" "Really, really? You can see the style of the West Hall again?" "Come on, come on, I'll give you a good position!"

As the people of the ghost clan gathered more and more, Shen Xi had a headache, and he didn't understand why Zhu Qi had to challenge this young man's dignity.

The young man instructed someone to lift the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and vowed to take back the two words "broken words" that Zhu Qi said, and asked him to be convinced.

The young man said triumphantly: "How many people in my Xicheng beg me for a pair of calligraphy and paintings!

The surrounding ghost clans, almost all of whom are female, screamed and cheered.

Shen Xi thought, who is begging for your calligraphy and paintings?

Zhu Qi rolled up his sleeves, and when Shen Xi thought he was going to show off his skills, Zhu Qi shoved the pen into his hand, smiled flatteringly, and made a gesture of please.

Shen Xihu looked at the pen in his hand suspiciously, and then looked at the young man on the side, the young man was vaguely unrecognizable, and temporarily held his feet and seriously gestured to the plaque in the air with the word "hall".

This comparison is ridiculous.

If you can't read and write, compared with a person who can't write, you have to write by someone else.

Shen Xi thought, I am really a ghostwriter.

Shen Xi quickly wrote three times and divided five by two, silently retreated behind Zhu Qi, and continued to be replaced by Zhu Qi.

That box, the young man's words have also been written, obviously not as good as the words on the plaque, the original red words on the plaque are nothing more than crooked, now on the paper, as if the wind has blown, did not blow the paper, only blown away the words, like a crooked building on the verge of toppling and crumbling.

The young man's face turned red, he held it for a long time, threw the pen in his hand on the ground, the ink splashed, and the young man threw out a sentence hatefully: "You won!" The eyes are not eyes, the nose is not the nose, and he stares at Zhu Qi.

However, when the female ghosts on the side saw the young man's appearance, they became even more crazy: "Give me the word!" "Throw it to me in the West Temple!" "How old are you, and you are worthy of taking the words of the West Temple?" "Who are you talking about?" "What are you talking about?" "Say another word??" "Say what you are doing?!"

Shen Xi looked at the ghost envoy, "Do you really leave it alone?" ”

The ghost made the clouds light and light, saying that this is the simple folk customs of my southern underworld.

Oh.

You're right.

Zhu Qi was still shouting about his win, and asked the young man to promise him one thing, but the young man disdained: "My Western ghost monarch will do what he says!"

Oh, this young man with a lack of strings in his brain is the ghost king of the West.

Xun Qi spoke, "I want to go through the genealogy of the ghost clan." ”

The young man seemed to have just seen Xun Qi, and his eyes burst out with undisguised disgust: "You can't do it." ”

Xun Qi didn't say a word of nonsense, a piece of silk cloth flew out of his sleeve, the silk cloth was as hard as iron, making a mountain split, slashing at the boy, the boy could avoid the silk cloth, there was a blood mark on his face, blood dripping down the scar, and he scolded in his mouth: "It's really unlucky!"

????You still have bad luck in a soul body?Where else can you get bad luck?" Shen Xi was puzzled.

The young man dodged the silk cloth, Xun Qi was stingy with even a straight eye, bowed his head and pondered his fingers, as if thinking about whether his hands would be useful, such a cold person, how could he be brutal when he used force?

Shen Xi quietly told Zhu Qi about this question.

Zhu Qi muttered to Shen Xi and said, "Her martial arts are untaught... It's all my own thinking... So she's not going to stop there... Yes, they are... Killing Technique..."

Xun Qi's eyes suddenly raised when he looked at his hands, and Zhu Qi was frightened and immediately hid behind Shen Xi.

The ghost envoy suddenly spoke: "Lord Xunlou doesn't have to be like this, it's just that the Western monarch can't be the master of this matter, and the four monarchs must jointly use the four monarch seals to open the middle hall." ”

"Open the nave?" Shen Xi repeated suspiciously.

The ghost envoy was a little sneering, "... The middle hall is by the bridge of Naihe. ”

Presumably, it is the same as the pattern of the five continents, east, west, north, south, and middle.

It's just that, "How many halls are there in the Southern Underworld?" Shen Xi was even more puzzled, he vaguely remembered that there was only one continent god on all continents.

The ghost envoy felt that this question was a bit overstepping, and he couldn't answer it, yes, our Quartet Ghost Monarch divided the territory of the original Southern Netherworld God, and divided the power held by one person into four parts, right?

When the young man not far away heard this, he turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, and then wiped the corners of his mouth, "What can a woman do!"

Shen Xi watched the young man say this, and was slapped hard by Xun Qi's silk cloth, Shen Xi thought, this is what a woman can do, hiss, his face hurts.

Xun Qi did not take back the silk cloth in his hand because of the words of the ghost envoy, the silk cloth was spiritual, and he still taught the young man a lesson.

The ghost envoy gradually became a little anxious: "I'll open it for you in a while, Xiaoxi is going to beat you into cakes." The ghost envoy threw the mask off his face, revealing a face similar to that of the young man, presumably one of the four ghost kings.

Xun Qi stopped at this time.

The boy fell to the ground.

The ghost envoy anxiously slapped the young man and led the people into the west hall.

Shen Xi saw that Xun Qi only stopped at this moment, and his heart was clear, and he was curious: "You already know that he is not a ghost?"

The old god of Zhuqi is here: "The ghost envoys are all busy, who has time to lead us around the streets." Besides, I have never heard of any magic weapon that can store the mighty gods. It is also protected by the gods. "Mighty God refers to the power of the divine soul of the god lord.

"Then you say ugly...?"

Zhu Qi immediately began to get nervous again: "Young master, haven't you heard of it? Recently, the Terrans of Central Continent have been saying that if you have to do it again, I will send you to the West Heaven!"

Shen Xi was confused.

"Oh! The West Hall is not the West Heaven in the West! The little hairy boy in the West Hall is short-tempered, it is said that when he loses his temper, he will accidentally put the wrong formation, bring the wrong person, and take it to the West Temple, hahahaha, and then helplessly put the person back, there are several mistakes, there is this saying, hahahahaha..."Zhu Qi smiled and smiled, I didn't know what to think, and I laughed until my stomach began to hurt.

Xun Qi continued: "Most of the ghost envoys are born in the dark. ”

Shen Xi understood, this ghost envoy was on the bridge, saying that he played by the red flowers when he was a child, and counted the souls on the bridge to pass by, if it was Shenpu, he would have to worry about his livelihood, how could he have time to go there to play.

"Then why compare words?"

Shen Xi thought that Xun Qi would not answer, so she pulled up and laughed non-stop Zhu Qi, but she suddenly said, "Because he won't." ”

What does that mean? No, it's more incomprehensible to others, it's more irritable, and then we're better at making demands? Is that what it means?

Xun Qi had already entered the West Hall, and his voice slowly floated from afar: "Yes." ”

Shen Xi whispered curiously to Zhu Qi: "Why do the people of the ghost clan seem to... Some... I'm afraid..."

Zhu Qi hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover Shen Xi's mouth, interrupted Shen Xi's speech, and instantly jumped into the inner hall of the west hall in a hurry, throwing Shen Xi outside the hall.

The "people" outside the hall are still messing around.