"Your Majesty, let's retreat immediately."

The weapons wielded by the bull-headed and horse-faced demons were terrifying, interwoven with runes she had never seen before—a power she had never witnessed before.

She instantly appeared in front of the Queen and pulled her away.

But the Queen remained motionless.

"Hurry up and go!" the Left Prime Minister shouted.

"Don't panic." The Empress remained calm. Li Ming had just written a message for him, saying that he understood what the Ox-Head and Horse-Face were saying.

The Left Prime Minister looked puzzled as Wu Xiao stepped forward, and then strange characters appeared in front of her.

“???????…”

This is Li Ming writing, communicating with Ox-Head and Horse-Face.

Just now, when Ox-Head and Horse-Face opened their mouths and started babbling something, those words instantly popped into Li Ming's mind.

In the story of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, Nie Xiaoqian once visited the Yunmeng Sect. After she left, the dragon-patterned wooden plaque rewarded her with a language called Ghost Language.

At the time, he was completely bewildered.

Because Nie Xiaoqian speaks the same language as him, he can understand her, but he was suddenly rewarded with a ghost language.

He was completely baffled; it turned out that such a language really existed.

It's fucking amazing, the world is really big, you can find anything.

Just now, Ox-Head and Horse-Face were asking them to show their passes. Seeing that the Left Prime Minister was saying something they couldn't understand, Ox-Head and Horse-Face assumed they were intruders.

They acted swiftly and forcefully to suppress the unrest.

“???…”

Li Ming naturally understood what they meant. They meant that this passage was reserved for the "King," and anyone who did not present proof would be considered an intruder.

Li Ming continued writing and explaining the characters.

Naturally, there was no pass, but he came up with a plan. He said that Wu Xiao and the Left Prime Minister were both maids of the carriage. They had just gotten off the carriage and hadn't followed. If they weren't allowed to pass, it would delay things, and neither of them could afford to apologize.

Sure enough, these two big guys weren't very smart.

They really fooled me.

The ox-headed and horse-faced figures were restored to their original sculptural forms.

Wu Xiao and the Left Prime Minister went in smoothly, and Luo Yabai also sneaked in.

"What did you just write?" Zuo Xiang asked curiously, assuming that Wu Xiao had written it.

Wu Xiao didn't actually know either; she only knew that Li Ming had told her that this kind of writing was called ghost language. As for what Li Ming and the Ox-Head and Horse-Face had been exchanging, she couldn't understand it.

Luo Yabai said, "That's ghost talk from the underworld."

The Left Prime Minister looked at him in surprise: "You understand? Then why didn't you come up and speak when you first came up?"

“I don’t understand, but I know that the book records that there is a special language in the underworld, and this must be it.”

"How can they all look exactly the same?" The Left Prime Minister found it particularly strange. He had just seen the characters, and every single one of them looked exactly the same.

"I don't know," Luo Yabai shook his head.

...

At Yunmeng Sect, Black Dog looked at Li Ming, clearly indicating that the question they had just asked was also the question he wanted to ask.

"Of course, it's all the same. This is called a string of lies."

"Woof woof woof..." The black dog was speechless.

"Haha, actually they are still different. The ghost words do look the same, but they are definitely not the same. Didn't you notice just now? The words I wrote have color, and each color is darker or lighter."

The pronunciation is also different. The pronunciation of this language is like the pitch of a song, with some high and some low, which can be judged by the rhythm.

That's nonsense.

Nonsense, utter nonsense.

Language of the underworld.

No normal person could learn that.

Li Ming casually explained a few words to the black dog, then turned his gaze back to the vector bowl.

The three of them were slowly following the carriage.

About an hour later, they appeared in a space tens of thousands of miles wide.

Candles were lit around the space, illuminating it. At the front was a large altar surrounded by five colors.

They represent the five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

There was a circular ditch around the altar, and the ditch was empty.

Seven armored ghostly soldiers stood at the seven points leading to the altar, each with a solemn expression, staring intently at the altar.

There was only one place, rather abrupt, in the northeast corner of a spacious area.

There was one ghost soldier and another ghost soldier.

The other "ghost soldier" is naturally the wine gourd.

Li Ming took a closer look and almost died laughing.

Because the wine gourd is being trained by this ghostly soldier, who is teaching him how to walk.

Of all the ghost soldiers, he had the most problems. He couldn't even walk properly and always stepped on other people's feet.

The wine gourd was helpless and almost went crazy. He wasn't a ghost soldier, so why was he walking the "ghost soldier steps"?

Looking at his helpless expression, Li Ming wondered why he had such a strong military training vibe.

During every military training session, there are always students who march in the wrong direction. The instructors have taught them many times, but they still make mistakes when marching.

The gourd-shaped wine vessel is a typical example.

Li Ming noticed that the old man's head had swelled up to a whole size, and he was on the verge of tears, but dared not resist, for fear of disturbing the ghost soldiers. He gritted his teeth and performed the "Ghost Soldier Step".

Wu Xiao and the Left Prime Minister also saw the helpless look on Jiu Hulu's face, and even wanted to laugh.

However, they have received professional training.

I can hold it in.

They hid among the ghostly soldiers, surveying the entire underground world, until their gaze finally settled on the carriage.

Princess Consort of Huainan came out. Sometime during the day, she had changed her clothes and was now wearing a red dress. Barefoot, she leaped onto the mysterious and eerie altar.

“?????…”

Then, one by one, the music of the underworld began to play, and the ethereal melodies were uttered from the mouth of the Princess of Huainan, so clear and fleeting that they seemed to exist in the world.

She kept uttering a ghostly language.

At the same time, they danced on the altar.

The red dress bloomed in the air like a beautiful rose, and she danced gracefully to a rhythmic melody.

Every move she makes exudes charm and allure.

She also has a very good figure, which is made even more perfect with her dance moves.

She danced around the altar.

No one could understand what she was dancing, but it has to be said, she danced really well.

They danced for the entire duration of an incense stick burning.

She stopped in her tracks, her fair neck glistening with sweat, her eyes filled with joy. Her gaze swept around, finally settling on Wu Xiao's eyes.

A broad smile spread across his face:

"After the dance, I have brought you some delicious offerings."