Tilting Junmo leaned on the wall and looked at it for a while, feeling that the two of them were grinding and chirping, but they didn't get into the topic, and it was really boring, so he jumped off the wall.

As soon as he turned around, he happened to see Shuyi, who had disappeared for more than half a month, standing straight behind him, and he was so frightened that he jumped up to the wall again.

He didn't know when he would come back, so he squatted on the wall and asked, "You...... What do you want to do?"

"Let's play a game of chess with this king. With that, Shuyi had already turned around and walked towards the moon platform.

Qian Junmo watched him walk leisurely, and couldn't help but mutter, "My women are gone, and you still have the heart to play chess?"

Shuyi paused, then sped up his pace, and Dump Junmo had no choice but to follow.

It was windy on the moon platform, and Xuanyuan scalded a pot of wine, and to his surprise, Shuyi asked him to remove all the secret guards around him, leaving only Junmo alone.

The two of them played chess on the moon platform, and the plum blossoms around them bloomed just right, although it was cold and frozen, and after drinking a few sips of hot wine, Dump Junmo was not really shivering, he was trembling because he didn't know what Shuyi was thinking.

Because Dump Junmo's chess skills are so poor, he has to think about every move for a long time, Shuyi didn't urge him, he randomly stirred the charcoal fire in the stove a few times, and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

Dumping Junmo was so frightened that the chess pieces "clicked" and fell on the chessboard.

In order to hide his gaffe, he picked up the chess pieces and placed them in a random position, and said perfunctorily, "Don't you have my information in the Netherworld? You don't know who I am?"

He probably forgot that no one had told him about the Netherworld, and no one knew that the legendary Netherworld was Shuyi's power.

Sure enough, Shuyi frowned, "Oh? You still know about the Netherworld?"

Qian Junmo knew that something was wrong, so he had to push Xuanyuan Mo, "The female guard next to you said it." ”

"Female guards?" Shuyi thought for a long time, but didn't think of such a person, idly dropping the chess pieces, and sneered, "I'm sorry, there are no such guards around this king, except in the face of dead people, they never report their homes." ”

He touched his nose weakly, he knew the rules of the Netherworld Temple better than anyone else, they were hidden in the world, and only the dead could touch their traces, that is to say, only after they killed someone, they would leave the mark of the White Bone Xuanjian of the Netherworld Temple.

At this time, he didn't have any room to defend himself, and was just about to disarm and surrender, when he suddenly had an idea, lowered his head, and sighed like a young man, "Actually, this is a long and sad story. ”

Shuyi handed him another jar of wine, indicating that he was listening.

Pouring Jun Mo took a sip and said slowly, "Actually, the people of the Netherworld Temple are not ghosts, they are also people, they have seven emotions, and they also have six desires, in addition to extremely high cultivation, there are always disciples with ordinary qualifications, and they also have times when they can't hold on, when they are on a mission, they fall in love with a certain girl, and after a night of romance, they sow seeds without their hearts." My grandfather was one of them, and he told me a lot of the secrets of the Netherworld before he died, so I know a lot of ......"

"Knowing more is easy to be killed. Shuyi couldn't help but interrupt him.

Qian Junmo felt a chill on his neck, looked at Shuyi's face full of distrust, and asked him, "Don't you believe it? ”

Shuyi was silent.

The information about Dump Jun Mo is indeed only in the past six or seven years, and he is like being born out of nowhere, his past is like a mystery, and he can't be explored at all.