Zijiang couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, what do you mean by this? Could it be... Could it be that the identity of the son of the palace has been leaked out so quickly? Alas, this is fine, I will report to the side hall of the underworld hall again, and with the care of the master of the teleportation hall, this kid is much safer. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info just just...

Zijiang has some gains and losses, but at this point, he can't hide anything, so he can only pull Gong Yuexuan beside him and say:

"What the hall master of Zong Lan is talking about should be this ghost, right? The identity of this ghost in the previous life is indeed quite special. To say that there are many ghosts with special identities in our Netherworld, it is not a big deal, but now..."

"Oh, who said it was him, I said it was him." The Hall Master of Zonglan suddenly turned his gaze to Fei Yang and grinned:

"Hehe, this little ghost is more special and interesting. Deacon Ling, pass on my order to open portal 580 for this little ghost..."

Deacon Ling couldn't react at first, and he was stunned for a long time before he stammered and said in a trembling voice:

"Open... Portal 580..."

"What, is there a problem?" the Zong Lan Hall Master snorted slightly.

"No problem, no problem. It's just, it's just this Portal 580... Okay, okay, I'll arrange it..."

Deacon Ling wiped his sweat and retreated, no wonder he had such a reaction, after all, the last ranked portal 580 hadn't been opened for an unknown amount of time, what kind of virtue could this little ghost have...

There are a total of 36 teleportation halls on the periphery of the Ultimate Soul Juice Harvesting Ground, and each teleportation hall has a total of 580 portals. It is said that there are 580 portals, but in fact, there are only about 500 portals that are usually open, and the remaining 80 are in the name of maintenance and debugging and temporary replacement of dilapidated portals. But smart people can see through it at a glance, there is competition where there are people, and competition will inevitably produce some crooked ways, and the remaining 80 portals are to put it bluntly, which is the "back door" reserved for some high-level people in the Hades Temple.

No matter how good they are in this netherworld and how prominent their status is, some high-ranking people in the underworld will eventually have relatives and descendants in the yang world. People will eventually come here one day to take a turn, and then these 80 portals will become "convenient doors".

It's just that the last ranked portal 580 is really "convenient" a bit too much, and in order not to cause unnecessary criticism and protests, it will never be opened easily. So, what day is today? What is the background of this ghost? Or rather, what is the extraordinary relationship between this low-level ghost and the Zonglan Hall Master?

Zijiang opened his mouth wide, and the upper and lower jawbones had almost expanded to the extreme, while Zixu covered his bloody mouth and stared at Fei Yang as if he had seen a ghost. It was really embarrassing for the two skulls to put on such a look of extreme surprise.

How so, how can this be... Gong Yuexuan couldn't figure out the truth even if he thought about it, his face was cloudy with his fists clenched, and he could no longer hide the resentment in his eyes, but no matter how angry he was, there was nothing he could do about it.

"Hehe, I don't know what kind of background this little ghost has, what kind of origin it is, and he is not any descendant of mine, we have only met twice today." The hall master of Zonglan seemed to know what everyone was thinking, and opened his mouth to explain:

"But it's because I have a good impression of him during the previous meeting, that I plan to make an exception to open a 'convenient door' for him..."

Fei Yang had no idea at all about which door to enter was "convenient" and which door to enter was dangerous, and he had almost an attitude of not caring about himself before, but this time even he was surprised. Suddenly, he slapped his head and said in a loud voice:

"Is it in a restaurant"?

"That's right, we met in the Hades Restaurant before, but I was sitting in the corner of the store, and you probably didn't notice me too much." The Hall Master of Zong Lan grinned at Fei Yang and said:

"You're a good kid for me. A small low-level ghost who has no regard for money, is generous and straightforward, and has a heroic spirit! If it weren't for our different identities, if it weren't for the fact that we were in the Netherworld, I would have to make you a friend, hahaha..."

When the hall master of Zong Lan said this, he raised his head to the sky with his hands high, and his pride was evident.

"The reason why I have opened the 'door of convenience' for you is that I appreciate you is one reason, but more importantly... Hehe, what kind of person is I, Zong Lan, how can I receive benefits from others for no reason? Since I have drunk your wine, I naturally have to give you some benefits..."

I see! Only then did everyone suddenly realize. Zijiang and Zixu looked at Fei Yang and shook their heads again and again, thinking that this kid was messy and had no future, but they never expected that there would be such a blessing, and people didn't know what to say.

Gong Yuexuan let out a long sigh, and the face of a ghost in anger and hatred was even more bloodless, almost transparent. Seeing Fei Yang scribbling on money indiscriminately, he was extremely sarcastic and sarcastic, but now he was slapped in the face, which made it even more difficult for him to accept.

Only Luo Qi seemed to subconsciously pat her plump chest and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But then there was a look of confusion on her face as delicate as a work of art. For her own emotions and her own thoughts, maybe even she herself may not be able to figure it out.

The hall master of Zonglan turned around and waved his bone arm, and in an instant, the bells and drums in the hall rang out in unison, and hundreds of deacons in green shirts poured out from all directions like a tide, and then converged into two long teams to run forward and split the middle of the hall. Standing still, turning left and right, each deacon in green shirts facing a portal correspondingly.

Only nodding and smiling at Fei Yang, the hall master of Zonglan slowly strode forward from the middle of the two columns of green-shirted deacons and walked up to a high stone platform at the end of the hall.

"Listen to me, old guys..."

The hall master of Zonglan is not wrong, among the thousands of high-grade ghosts in this hall, there is not one young ghost, basically some old guys who have served birthday wine, feasted guests and friends, and died at the end of their lives. As soon as the hall master of Zonglan spoke, the old guys finally stopped the boundless bickering and the short discussion among the parents, and the scene was quiet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I know that you were all grandfathers and grandmothers in your previous lives, and you are all ancestors and old treasures at home. But what I want to tell you is that all this is useless here, you have to fight like young people now, to grab, and if you slack off, you will not become what people call 'old immortals'..."