Just as Si Yuan and Sang Fu were fighting each other, they suddenly felt a strong negative energy approaching this place.

"The King of Hell is coming." Sang Fu's expression changed slightly and he withdrew his hand.

Although the four ghost kings fight for territory, they all have deep resentment towards the underworld that has suppressed them for many years. So as soon as someone from the underworld appears, they will turn their spearheads towards the underworld.

Sang Fu thought he was sincere enough to stop first, and wanted to invite Si Yuan to fight against the King of Hell together. However, he didn't expect that the Mo Dao in Si Yuan's hand would still slash at him mercilessly.

Sang Fu was blown away by the Yin Qi brought by Mo Dao, and landed on the ground in a mess. He was so angry that he jumped up and down: "Si Yuan, you have no martial ethics!"

The evil energy in his hand turned into an axe, and he was about to chop Si Yuan with the axe, but Si Yuan had already hugged Shi Ling in his arms and turned into a stream of light and left the place.

The Black and White Impermanence chased after him.

At the same time, Bai Wuchang did not forget to use the special smart phone of the underworld to open a shared location for King Yama.

Si Yuan left the southern ghost realm in the blink of an eye and arrived at the junction of yin and yang.

Further ahead is the northern ghost zone.

Fortunately, at this time, King Yama, wearing a crown on his head, a long robe with a ruffled collar and wide sleeves, and boots on his feet, appeared in front of Si Yuan with 100,000 ghost soldiers.

After standing still, King Yama stuffed his phone into his sleeve, and did not forget to straighten his collar to cover the Meituan delivery rider's clothes under his robe.

The Black and White Impermanence saw this with their sharp eyes and their mouths twitched.

Yan Wang stopped driving a ride-hailing car and started delivering food instead?

The King of Hell had a fair and handsome face, and in his official uniform he looked imposing without even getting angry. However, when he spoke, he spoke with a rough, burly Northeastern accent: "Ghost King Si Yuan, please stop causing trouble for me. She's not dead yet. Send her back to the world of the living quickly."

As he spoke, he took out the new phone he had bought in the mortal world and took a look at it. Seeing that the delivery time was almost up, he became even more impatient: "Oh my god, they're urging me to order."

Seeing that Si Yuan still didn't let go, he immediately reached out to grab Shi Ling from his arms.

However, the two figures disappeared on the spot.

Si Yuan brought Shi Ling back to the world of the living.

The King of Hell narrowed his eyes slightly, dismissed the 100,000 ghost soldiers, and returned to the world of the living with the Black and White Impermanence.

Inside Happy Valley, thousands of people are still partying.

The carousel spins melodiously to the sound of lively music and children's laughter, with flickering lights and vibrant colors.

The pink Ferris wheel turns round and round like the gears of time reflected on the sky. The former foreign concessions have become a prosperous city today, and the plants and trees on earth have been reincarnated for hundreds of years.

Si Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the sleeping girl in his arms. Deep in his lonely eyes was the longing that had gone through the years of the abyss.

He gently stroked Shi Ling's eyebrows with his fingertips, and couldn't help but close his eyes and lean towards her face.

"What is he doing?"

The King of Hell gathered his sleeves and frowned.

"I guess it's another one who's just attracted by beauty!"

As soon as he said this, Bai Wuchang realized that his accent had been assimilated by the King of Hell.

Hei Wuchang walked towards Si Yuan with a solemn expression, swinging his mourning stick. If Si Yuan dared to cross his line, he would hit the Northern Ghost King on the forehead with the mourning stick.

However, at this moment, Shi Ling's eyelashes trembled in Si Yuan's arms, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Shi Ling was half asleep, and vaguely saw the familiar stern face and the eyes soaked in moonlight and frost. She murmured, "Yu Chen?"

Si Yuan felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured down upon him, and all his wild and delusional thoughts were now restrained by reason. (End of this chapter)