The Nine Shadows of the North Hell is located in the Demon Realm, and the entrance is everywhere in a barren land, in the barren land, the strange rocks are craggy but there are no trees, and the land is dark but there is no grass. Outside the barren land, there was a thick miasma.

The miasma is thick and thick like a mist, made up of thousands of souls, formed when it gathers, and zero when it is scattered, and if you listen carefully, you can still hear them talking.

Only the sleeve brushes away the miasma, and under the cover of the miasma and turbidity, there is a long black river, which is turbid, like an abyss that cannot be explored to the end.

"The mountains do not grow grass, the peaks do not insert the sky, the mountains do not attract guests, the holes do not accept clouds, and the streams do not flow water......" The boatman hummed a distant ancient tune and came to the ferry, and I don't know whether the boat is too broken or the boatman's skills are too poor, the boat moves forward a few meters, and retreats a few meters, and finally docks the shore, the boatman uncovers the straw hat, revealing a stunning face, his eyes are like stars, and his handsome face is smiling: "Guest officer, please get on the boat." ”

Bai Chu smiled, not surprising that the Lethe ferryman was Van Gogh himself, "This gentleman is here in person, and you will entertain me with a broken boat?"

Van Gogh stretched out a hand towards her, "The Lord of the Nine Shadows has to personally ferry, and the guest officer is still picky?"

"For the sake of the Demon Venerable coming to greet him personally, Benjun reluctantly accepted it. Hold his hand and step aboard.

When the hand was about to be released, it was tightly grasped by the other party for no reason, and then, it was pulled violently. The hull of the ship shook, and the whole person fell into his arms, and before he could react, something on his lips was soft and touched. Then, a voice Qingxun reached his ears: "Guest officer, this arrival fee." ”

The last time in Qingqiu, Bai Chuqiang bit Van Gogh, and this time in Jiuyou, Van Gogh kissed back.

This kiss, light and shallow, passes by the touch. Bai Chu, who was light, squinted his eyes, leaned half of his body in his arms, stretched out a finger to pick up his chin, and curled his lips, "Boatman, you are so poor that you only have a broken boat left, let's not set our wedding date, right?"

Van Gogh lowered his eyes to her transparent eyes and the smile on his lips that seemed to be calculated, and hooked his lips leisurely: "Lady, the dowry is down, and you don't want me, this is a cheating marriage, according to the criminal law of the underworld, you have to enter the first layer of the underworld, and pull out the tongue hell." I hate the poor and love the rich, and I will abandon the chaos at the beginning and end up, and I will enter the ninth layer, the hell of the oil pot. Molesting the Lord of the Nine Shadows, this sin is even greater, and he will enter the ninety-ninth layer of hell, and he will not be able to live forever. ”

"Hey, isn't there only eighteen floors in hell?"

"The remaining eighty-one layers were dug for you and led directly to my dormitory. ”

"It turns out that it is also a sin to receive too much dowry, and the boatman, your dowry should not be given again. Bai Chu pretended to be annoyed and reached out to push him away.

"How can I do it if I don't send it?" Van Gogh put his hand around her waist and hugged the person back: "In the future, the lady will dislike the little boatman for being poor, and if she doesn't send more dowry gifts to improve the idea of improving the lady, the little lady will have a reason to withdraw from the marriage." ”

"Can you get back?"

"Can't be returned. ”

"Where's the dowry?"

"Send it on. ”

"The Xuanqiong Realm has complained to my family. ”

"Next time, let her complain to me. ”

The two snuggled together, answered calmly, talked and laughed like the wind, and the dark tide in the depths of their eyes was surging, treacherous and changeable, and very secretive.

The ship helped Shen Ze, and he walked quickly, and soon arrived at Hades.

The gate of the underworld slowly opened, and the ten halls of Yama greeted each other respectfully, and in front of the people, Bai Chu and Van Gogh left some distance: "Your Majesty, this monarch wants to find someone in the book of life and death." ”

Van Gogh said lightly: "You can't find this person." ”

Bai Chu frowned, "Your Majesty knows who this monarch is looking for?"

Van Gogh stretched out his hand and pointed to a corner of the hall, "Someone is one step ahead of you." ”

There, His Royal Highness Bai Yi, the grandson of Qingqiu, just threw the last book into the stove and patted the ashes on his hands: "Your Excellency is right, the beauty plan of the future aunt and grandmother is the most useful for the aunt and grandmother. ”

As soon as the book touched the fire, it was immediately engulfed by tongues of fire and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

Bai Chu stared at Bai Yi with heavy eyes, and his voice was so cold and neat that he didn't contain half a little extra emotion: "Benjun only asks you, has this person in the book become an immortal today?"

Bai Yi approached with a smile: "Auntie, you only let me burn the book, maybe I will look at it-"

"Bai Yi!"

Before she finished speaking, she was slammed hard, and the smile on the corner of Bai Yi's mouth froze slightly, such a serious tone, she rarely did this to him. He subconsciously looked at her, the most noble emperor in Qingqiu, her eyes were as sharp as knives, cold and terrifying: "Bai Yi, do you want to talk about it?"

The thick Shen Ze spread out from the hall with this question, and the coercion was fiercely pressed, and the ten halls of Yama trembled and bowed, and a cadre of soldiers will prostrate on the ground, and its power is so overwhelming that the living souls that have just floated in the hall door instantly disperse into smoke.

In the blink of an eye, in the entire underworld, except for Bai Chu, only Van Gogh was free and independent. He looked sideways at Bai Chu, a wisp of elusive brightness swept through his eyes, and then he bent his lips and swept his sleeves in mid-air, the coercion dissipated, and the trembling creatures in the demon world immediately regained their vitality.

Bai Yi was the only one left, continuing to bear the compulsion of divine might.

The immortal of the gods, only a line away from the gods, but he has not yet become a god, the majesty of the gods is pressed to his chest, but in a moment, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "Shenjun, the king has an order, not to leak half a ......"

Bai Chu looked at him, his expression became more and more cold, "Benjun only asks you, has she become an immortal?"

The persecution became more and more intense, and even his breathing began to be unsmooth: "Bai Yi, I don't know-"

As soon as the words fell, Bai Yi's face suddenly turned pale, and he snorted and slammed on one knee to the ground. He reluctantly raised his head and squeezed out a smile: "Grandma, you... Your nephew's mouth... It's tight, you're ...... Can't ask anything. ”

The cold eyes with swords and guns gradually eased: "This account, let's go back and settle it." ”

As soon as the pressure on his body was relieved, Bai Yi breathed a sigh of relief, he got up from the ground with ashes, and just stood still, there was a heavy iron chain on his wrist: "Grandma, this ......"

Bai Chu tugged at the other end of the chain and looked at Van Gogh: "This gentleman borrowed a chain from His Majesty, Your Majesty won't allow it, right?"

Van Gogh hooked his lips: "The things of the deity are the things of the Divine Monarch, and the Divine Monarch takes a fancy to something, just take it at will." ”

"That being the case, Benjun will not thank you and take his leave. When the words fell, the iron chain was pulled, and Bai Yi was directly pulled out of the underworld.

The word "see you back" was about to be spoken, and the two people who left were no longer in sight. Van Gogh smiled meaninglessly, turned around and instructed the clerk: "Bring me the backup of the book he burned." ”

......

Ten handymen lined up, each holding a thick stack of books, and stood solemnly in front of Van Gogh. Van Gogh picked up the first one, flipped through a few pages, and then stared. Putting down this one, and then bypassing the eight miscellaneous servants in the middle, picking up the last one and turning to the last page, he squinted, and the corners of his lips overflowed with a smile: "It's all burned, don't keep half a piece of paper." ”

It was dawn when he came out of the demon world, the sky was dark and blue, the morning light had not risen, but the bright moon was about to fall.

Bai Chu dragged Bai Yigang to return to Qingqiu, and suddenly stopped a hundred meters from the border.

"Ah Yi, did you hear anything?"

Bai Yi shook the chain in his hand: "Grandma said yes, the sound of this chain is really not good, why don't we throw it away?"

"No, it's the sound of fighting. ”

The sky will be bright, the cold wind will blow, and the touch will be cold.

If it was in the past, if he heard any fighting, Bai Chu would not pay much attention to it. Only this time, I inexplicably felt that if I didn't go to take a look, my heart would be uneasy.

Listening carefully, the sound of the fight was actually three thousand miles away from the Qingqiu border. If it were the past, she wouldn't have felt it at such a distance. But this time, somehow, the more I listened, the clearer the scene became, and the more I listened, the more I felt that my heart was suddenly beating violently, and there was no one up and down.

"Ah Yi, do you smell it?"

"Smell something?"

"The smell of blood. "And, it's a very familiar smell of blood. This feeling was so strange that it felt as if something was about to leave her suddenly.

In a few breaths, the two of them had traveled more than 2,000 miles at a fast speed.

The closer I got, the stronger the smell becomes. Originally, I was just thinking of following Bai Yi, who came over to watch the excitement, and his movements suddenly stagnated, such a familiar taste...... Melt into the blood and penetrate deep into the bone marrow......

He suddenly looked at Bai Chu and saw the same shock and panic in the other party's eyes. The next moment, Bai Yi broke the iron chain on his wrist with one hand, and galloped towards the source of the bloody smell at great speed, and at that speed, Bai Chu was also left behind.

The heart is flustered, and this feeling is not pleasant.

Finally, the two of them were almost at the place where the accident occurred, and finally saw the same person they were worried about, and then, they saw a long silk passing through the man's chest.

Both of them had a palpitation in their hearts at the same time.

At that moment, they felt that between heaven and earth, the immortal Ze belonging to Bai Mu, the prince of Qingqiu, suddenly stopped.

"Amu ......"

"Daddy!"

The smell of blood was getting thicker in the air, and the two of them stepped forward with all their might, able to catch the body before it fell to the ground. The familiar face was pale and cold as iron. The bloody body gradually began to shatter......

"Bai Yi, protect his soul!" Bai Chu threw down a sentence, turned over neatly in mid-air, and grabbed the corner of Chang Aya, who wanted to disappear and flee, at a very fast speed, and pulled it back.

On the other side of Chang Aya, the hidden culprit suddenly appeared in Bai Chu's tugging, and the blood-stained Chang Aya floated in the air, revealing a panicked face behind him.

This is a beautiful and noble face on weekdays, at this time there is no trace of blood on her face, she is as white as paper, she looked at Bai Chu in horror, and waved her hand backwards: "Bai Chu, it's not me...... I don't know what's going on......"

Bai Chu's gaze suddenly sharpened: "Chi Sheng!"

"Bai Chu...... Listen to me...... I didn't want to kill him...... I just ......" Ji Sheng's face was frightened, and he said incoherently, "I didn't kill it, it wasn't me...... It's not—"

When he went backwards, he didn't pay attention to his feet, his feet stepped on the stones, and he stumbled. It was at this stumbling point that something fell out of her sleeve.