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Ah Xi lowered his head, and after a long while, he raised his chin, and looked at Shisheng and Guan Lingquan with two stunned eyes.

Guan Lingquan's eyes widened, his mouth was half open, and he froze there like a stone statue.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the moment Ah Xi raised his head, the world seemed to see the tears in its eyes, would the ghost shed tears?

Ghost tears have only appeared in legends, but they are the most precious treasure in the world. Although Ah Xi's tears did not take shape, at that moment, a layer of fog was clearly covered in its eyes. This is also the reason why Guan Lingquan was shocked.

I saw Ah Xi smile desolately, and then wrote on the paper with blood: I only want to ask you one thing now, are you friends when you are the Holy Monarch?

In those days, it seemed that everyone had their own sadness, no, maybe it was a little wrong to say that, because no matter in that era, everyone had their own unique story.

Ah Xi's story is not a comedy, not a tragedy, because it doesn't know what it really is.

When he was alive, Ah Xi was a foreign child of the northern tribe, and what has not changed for thousands of years in this world, in addition to fame and fortune, is the inferior root of 'xenophobia' hidden in the human body. Many races consider themselves to be the noblest civilization in the world, and therefore exclude those who ridicule foreigners.

A war has caused their compatriots to be treated as aliens, and as a result, Ah Xi is born in the midst of war, his parents are dead, and his children are captured and enslaved.

As a slave, the only thing to do is to obey the word and obey the master's instructions. Including responsible for living, cleaning. Feed the horses, **, pastime, and even death.

There is no reason, in the eyes of those people, people are divided into three, six, nine and so on, just like meat is divided into three layers. Isn't that how a lowly foreigner should be?

In this way, the young Ah Xi spent his childhood in his master's home, a long period of slavery. She didn't feel anything wrong with herself, its owner was a big cloth merchant, dedicated to the service of the royal family, the old man didn't have any hobbies, maybe he had been suppressed for a long time and could not be released under the control of those high-ranking officials, so his pastime was a little different.

It is very fond of young girls, especially women between the ages of sixteen and seventeen. He liked to cut the girls' heads short and wear men's services for his own amusement, although the old age was no longer of any use, but it did not affect his sexual pleasure in the slightest. When you are having fun, you can put a fishing line hook and a variety of delicate knives next to you. The light on the tip of the knife danced in the candlelight, and although his bedroom was well insulated, the screams still rang out every night.

How dare a cloth merchant kill people in such an open manner? Yes, this well-mannered old gentleman really dares.

Not to mention that he has served the royal family for several generations and has a deep background. Let's just talk about the victims, they are all without exception. All are slaves.

Since they are slaves, they are just personal property like cats and dogs, and if they like it, they will give them a piece of bread, and if they don't like it, they will crush their heads, in their consciousness, what is wrong with this?

Therefore, this habit of the old man is at best just a conversation between him and his friends when he is drinking, and some of his people joke about him: Good people, if you have to cut your face and pour oil on their faces, the scream is not like killing a pig, how ugly is it?

The old man smiled: It's not bad, just sew your mouth shut, anyway, if you're tired of playing, throw it away, Axi, are you right?

Ah Xi nodded expressionlessly, his eyes full of numbness.

She never smiled, because the old man didn't want to see his subordinates laugh, and the old man felt that it was very mean, so the slaves in the house forgot how to laugh in order to survive.

She understands that the fate of those women is her future fate.

Here, no female slave survived past the age of seventeen, and every morning, while Ah Xi was serving the old man and dressing him, and wiping the blood from his body, the equally numb subordinate began to clean the room, threw the corpse into the wagon, and pulled it out of the city, where the crows and jackals would help with the rest of the work, and so on, and so on, and so on,

"The lord seems to be in a bad mood for a while, last night Ah Huang Ke suffered a lot of crimes, not only was his eyes gouged out, not to mention, not even a few pieces of skin on his stomach were left, all of them were scalded and twisted by boiling water, blisters one by one, and all of them were picked by fish hooks, it really hurts to look at. ”

"Yes, the day before yesterday that Ah Ye was unlucky enough, the clothes were all sewn on the skin, and the flesh on half of his arms was scraped clean, you said that the master was so old, and the work on his hands was quite fine, and he didn't leave a single piece of flesh, and even the bones were scraped clean, it was really a sin, but there was no way, who let them die badly and be slaves? ”

Ah Xi nodded, and came to the backyard with the bloodstained wooden basin, which was sixteen years old.

I don't know how many times she has heard similar words in her life, and she didn't feel it at first, but as she grew older, she began to feel confused in her heart.

Who made her a slave? Who made her a tool? Just like this wooden basin in my hand, but can the wooden basin speak? No, only people can speak, how can people be tools?

How can a man be a slave?

Ah Xi won't understand this question, she only understands that it won't be long before she will walk into the master's house like those familiar or strange women, lie on the big bed that can't wash off the bloody breath, and complete her last instructions, just like a cow and sheep, raised and unable to escape the fate of being slaughtered after all.

Although she should have gotten used to this feeling, as the days passed, her heart became more and more restless.

The day finally came, and the old merchant was as modest as ever, and returned to the house with a smile on his face after dinner.

"Come, my little lamb, raising you so big is finally going to come in handy today. ”

Ah Xi thought that she had long been numb, but at that moment, she did tremble, the knife was so dazzling, and the candle flame was beating uneasily. Am I a sheep? am I really a lamb to the slaughter? maybe, but why am I so afraid? Isn't the master's command the greatest? Why. Why am I afraid?

"What are you waiting for? Don't you listen to me?" the old man said with some unhappiness in his hand, "Come here, you little beast in captivity." ”

Ah Xi died a boring death, but it was not painful that day, because the old guy was temporarily summoned by a high-ranking official that night, so he hurriedly wiped her neck after being disappointed. Its death, without anyone's pity and sympathy, the soul wandered into the underworld, it was very confused. The cycle of life and death does not seem to have a definition for it, because its heart has long been branded with the traces of slaves, and if it loses its master, it is like having no direction.

And at this moment, Yin Changsheng appeared.

"Little girl, you died a miserable death. How about I, I'll avenge you, are you interested in being my person?"

The people of the apocalypse are the darlings of the Heavenly Dao, and the underworld has corresponding regulations for them, but all the people of the apocalypse will be gathered together first after death, and their merits and demerits will be judged by a separate department. And Yin Changsheng takes a fancy to it. It was the power of the apocalypse that Axi had not awakened during his lifetime, and this apocalyptic power was quite useful to Yin Changsheng, so it stretched out its hand to Axi.

Axi, who lost his direction, nodded numbly.

And the old man, it didn't take long for him to get poisonous sores and festering worms all over his body. After more than three months of painful struggle, his children killed each other for their possessions. And after his death, he himself went to the eighteen layers of hell because of the inhuman sins he had committed during his lifetime, and suffered endless suffering.

But this is no longer Ah Xi's concern, because it has a new owner.

Later, Yin Changsheng secretly trained Ah Xi, because his divine consciousness was broken, so he had to fall into a deep sleep for half a year to repair, and during this time, Ah Xi was the eyeliner it placed next to 'Zhong Shengjun'.

In other words, Ah Xi is just a prop to spy on Zhong Shengjun.

But it doesn't matter, because Ah Xi has long been accustomed to the identity of 'props'.

At the beginning, the numb Ah Xi just took this as the master's order, and he did it unconditionally, monitoring the every move of this person called 'Zhong Shengjun'. But it never thought that it would change because of that 'Zhong Shengjun'.

Zhong Shengjun has a warm-hearted, extremely kind at the same time, but at the same time, he does not have the slightest kind of frame that belongs to his identity, anyone can get along with him, and he is also very gullible to others, does not know how to refuse, strictly abides by the rules, for a jar of wine that should not cost money, there is no money and even has to use his own armor as collateral. In short, it has almost all the thoughts that are defined as stupid in the yang world, and even Ah Xi, who is in charge of monitoring him, thinks: How can there be such a fool in the world?

But this idea of it changed in an accident.

It was many years ago, when there was a very strict riot in the underworld, and countless ghosts in hell escaped from prison and fled to the yang world. As a military general of the underworld, Zhong Shengjun and the four major Yin Marshals were ordered to hunt down the murderous spirits, but there were too many ghosts that escaped that time, so the battle was extremely tragic, and many Yin Miscellaneous people lost their lives because of this.

And in the Yin City, Ah Xi and Zhong Shengjun were separated, and those desperate ghosts were red-eyed, and after Ah Xi was alone, he quickly surrounded it.

Ah Xi resisted hard, and although he killed many ghosts, he still fell into a crisis due to losing his strength. Those ghosts with fierce eyes slowly approached Ah Xi, and their smiles reminded Ah Xi of the horror he had before he died, and because of this, it began to tremble, and in a trance, it seemed that the faces of those dead souls had become the faces of the old man, and they smiled hideously, vowing to tear Ah Xi to pieces.

Fate is sometimes like a reincarnation, but the shape of reincarnation is not a circle, but a whirlpool, so when the old scene reappears, Ah Xi's fate this time has a slight change.

When it fell into deep fear and was about to give up again, a long, reddish sword was unsheathed, slaying hundreds of ghosts in an instant.

This time, it was not alone, because Zhong Shengjun finally arrived.

"Why are you so careless? Oops, how did your leg fall off, your intestines ............ Don't move!"

Zhong Shengjun appeared in Ah Xi's eyes, Ah Xi's consciousness began to blur, there was no light in the underworld, but at that moment, it did see the sun. In the sun, Zhong Shengjun's figure was so dazzling.

....................................。

The unrest in the underworld was finally suppressed, and calm was restored. Although Ah Xi has picked up a life, he must recuperate because of his serious soul injury.

During this time. Zhong Shengjun has been taking care of it personally.

"Lord Saint, don't do this, I can't afford it!"

This is the first thing Ah Xi said to it after waking up, when Zhong Shengjun just kneaded two clothes, and saw that Ah Xi woke up, he brought a special medicinal tea for it to take, and when Ah Xi said this, Zhong Shengjun smiled: "You guy usually doesn't smile." I can't think of it as old-fashioned, and I haven't known what the hell I am after following me for so long? Can I watch my subordinates get hurt? Am I the kind of boss who has no conscience? I am .................. Alas, I'm sorry. ”

"Why do you want to apologize?" Axi exclaimed.

Zhong Shengjun was squatting in front of it with an apologetic face, his expression was very sad, and he saw it grabbing Ah Xi's hand while reproaching himself: "It's all because of my carelessness that you were injured so badly, I ...... What kind of saint am I? Can't even protect your own people?"

At that moment, a strange warm current appeared in Ah Xi's heart for no reason, and the warm current made his eyes ache, Zhong Shengjun exclaimed, "Why are your eyes bleeding?"

In general, ghosts do not shed tears when they are extremely sad. Only ghost blood will be shed.

But Ah Xi's blood and tears at that time were not because of sadness, although he tried his best to suppress it, he still sobbed, seeing that Zhong Shengjun was a little overwhelmed, Ah Xi wiped his eyes. looked at Zhong Shengjun in front of him, and then said to it, "My lord." I'm lowly, why are you so good to me?"

"What is not despicable. Zhong Shengjun smiled and said to Ah Xi: "Don't move the set of the yang world here, at least you are free here with me, I have never regarded you as a subordinate, you are my friend, understand?"

You are free.

For her, this unfamiliar sentence made Ah Xi's heart suddenly burst with pain, and it evoked the distant deep memories of her life.

In fact, when he was in the yang world, whenever Ah Xi was scared, he would subconsciously recall that memory in his heart. In that memory, she was not a slave, and her grandmother took her little hand and prayed sincerely to the name of the god of the tribe, and she said to her that the god is the most sincere wind in nature, it is everywhere, it will guide the direction of our hearts, our people believe in the gods, and we are also the people of the gods, and one day we will graze in the most vast pastures like the gods, because we are free from birth.

The reason why that memory has not dissipated is precisely because the god hidden in her heart supported Ah Xi and let her go through a nightmare childhood. The special slave experience made it forget how to cry for a long time, every time she was insulted and beaten, every time she was abused and punished, in the middle of the night, the weak figure could only curl up in the corner and pray to the god in her heart, slowly, the abstract god in her heart merged with the appearance of her grandmother, so that the young her temporarily forgot the pain, and the next day she forced a smile again.

It has always been so, from birth to death.

It thought that the so-called 'freedom' was nothing more than a legend of self-comfort, something that was out of reach.

But that day, for the first time, it longed for freedom like this.

"Why is the blood in your eyes getting more and more?Did I say something wrong?" Zhong Shengjun asked a little confused.

And Ah Xi shook his head at that time, and after wiping away the bloodstains, he forced a stiff smile, and it finally smiled, and the smile was sincere.

"No, you're right, I'm grateful to you. ”

In this way, Ah Xi changed his opinion of Zhong Shengjun for the first time, and it is now that this 'stupid' and deceitful Zhong Shengjun actually has the most precious thing in the underworld, that is, its heart, which is as bright and dazzling as the sun, so that everyone respects it from the heart.

Zhong Shengjun is such a ghost. The smile on Ah Xi's face began to grow more and more, and at the same time, he slowly joined Zhong Shengjun's 'nonsense', although he was still the same flat face in normal times, but subconsciously, Ah Xi had become more and more dependent on Zhong Shengjun, and even had a trace of strange emotions towards him.

It was its happiest time, but happiness was always short-lived.

Because after the sun sets, darkness will appear, and Zhong Shengjun's body still hides an evil evil spirit, that is, Yin Changsheng, which is also Ah Xi's nightmare.

The horror of Yin Changsheng is something that Ah Xi does not dare to resist, this legendary immortal, every time he wakes up, in order to repair his divine sense. All have to eat a lot of ghosts, the howls of those ghosts in pain. made Ah Xi feel like an ant, Yin Changsheng's conspiracy, Ah Xi naturally understood, but it didn't dare to sue anyone, including Zhong Shengjun.

This is a contradictory thing, the same body, two souls with different worlds, Ah Xi spends his time in light and darkness. It wanted to go on like this, and the pleasure of half a year at a time became its only motivation, until dozens of days ago.

Because of the relationship between life or fate, the guide zhì Yin Changsheng woke up early, plus the appearance of the demon star in the yang world, and the conspiracy of Yin Changsheng for many years was about to succeed.

Its purpose is obvious, to put the underworld back into its own hands. Because of the degeneration of the godhead, Yin Changsheng's heart at this time was full of greed for power, and now its divine consciousness has been restored for the most part, so when he takes power again, he will naturally not be satisfied with half a year of dormancy, and when the time comes, it will definitely find a way to devour Zhong Shengjun's soul. Once again reign in the world of the dead as a ghost.

As a servant of Yin Changsheng, Ah Xi naturally couldn't stop the birth of this matter, but it really couldn't accept the ending of Zhong Shengjun's disappearance, so, this time. It finally made an amazing decision.

A decision that could never be lost.

Let's get down to business again.

After knowing the cause and effect of this, Shisheng and Guan Lingquan were all silent. Ah Xi's eyes turned red again, and he smiled miserably, and then said with his fingers trembling on the paper: "Although it is very presumptuous, I want to ask you, do you also regard Lord Shengjun as a friend like me?

Guan Lingquan and Shisheng glanced at each other, and after being silent for a while, both of them smiled, and then, invariably, pointed in the direction of their respective hearts, and nodded solemnly.

Zhong Shengjun is kind to both of them, Guan Lingquan doesn't need to say much, Shisheng was spared a lot of persecution thanks to it a while ago, and he was drunk and happy in prison, Shisheng admired this hero's style and personality very much, and now after knowing that it is not a ghost, there is a sense of relief in his heart and an indescribable pride appears.

It is reasonable for him to take care of this matter, because this is not only for the balance of the underworld and even the yang, but also to save a friend he admires.

So, there is still a trace of hesitation there? Even though this trip is so dangerous, and if you make a mistake, you will be doomed, but unfortunately, Guan Lingquan and Shisheng are all people who are not afraid of death.

At that moment, Ah Xi's eyes seemed to have an illusion again, because it actually saw a light similar to Zhong Shengjun on the two of them.

So the two lines of blood finally couldn't stop flowing out of their eyes, and I saw Ah Xi biting his lower lip and kneeling in front of them, nodding fiercely at them.

"Thank you. Although this sentence can be written on paper, Ah Xi feels that he must say it to them in person, even if he has to take a big risk, he has no regrets.

Guan Lingquan hurriedly picked up the pen and wrote: "Don't talk, don't get excited, Guan Mou blamed you before, so I should apologize to you, Ah Xi, time is tight now, how do you want us to help you?"

Ah Xi also understood that the current situation was grim and could no longer be emotional, so he forcibly suppressed the feelings in his heart, and while continuing to say irrelevant words to them, he wrote on the paper: "Now that the Yang Calamity Star has descended, Yin Changsheng will soon carry out a coup d'état, no one in the underworld can fight it, and it has already controlled most of the Yin soldiers, and I can't inform the Yama Emperor under its surveillance, so the only way here is to go there." The only chance to stop the Santu Village is to bring in the rescuers, or to ask the demigods to inform the Divine Realm. ”

Go to the three paths? That is, they are going to the eighteen layers of hell next?

However, now that they are trapped in the listening center, with the four yin commanders and thousands of yin chases surrounding the listening center, how can they escape, and even if they escape, how can they sneak into the hell that is called 'there is no return'?

(Two more and one more is completed.,Unrefined version.,Here's a vote for a recommendation and a reward.,The underworld chapter has been launched.,The next plot is not as formal.,Thank you for your tolerance and understanding these days.,Thank you for your concern for your brother.,Brother's body is fine.,Thank you for your support.,Thank you!!)