Chapter 143 The Ruler of the Land of the Dead

It was pitch dark in the gloomy tunnel, and only the air currents created by the three people moving forward stirred up the coldness around them.

The atmosphere here is even worse than that of the underworld.

There was a bone-gnawing malice in the gloom, as if even the air was frozen with ice, scratching people's skin and causing pain.

“Woo woo—”

A shrill cry came from the left, and Shen Qing caught a glimpse of a gray-black shadow whizzing past.

The shadow was twisted, and a human figure could be vaguely seen, but it was covered with hideous scars.

The resentment emanating from his body was almost condensed into substance.

His heart suddenly shrank, and he subconsciously shrank into Yeluweisi's arms, his fingertips tightly grasping the other's black clothes.

Yeluvis looked down at him, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.

She tightened her arms and pulled his waist closer to her.

The warmth of my palm seeps through the fabric, bringing with it a soothing force.

"Don't be afraid."

He whispered in Shen Qingze's ear,

The warm breath brushed across my ears, dispelling some of the chill.

The two of them were cuddling together as if no one was around.

Shen Qingze put his cheek against Yeluweisi's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and the tension gradually dissipated.

Yeluweisi would lower his head from time to time and rub his head with the tip of his nose, the action was natural and intimate.

Ye Xiang, who was standing by, twitched his mouth.

He didn't want to be too close and become a light bulb, but he didn't dare to be too far away.

Just now, a wronged ghost flew past his arm, and the biting cold made half of his body numb.

He could only keep an awkward distance and look at the young couple with complicated eyes.

At the same time, he had to look around vigilantly, his eyes wandering among those wandering wronged souls.

He was anxiously looking for Xiao Qihao, his brows furrowed and his face full of anxiety.

As Shen Qing shrank into Yeluweisi's arms, his fingertips unconsciously twisted the buttons of his black clothes.

The tips of her ears turned red but remained pressed tightly together.

Yeluvis noticed the coldness of his fingertips, lowered his head and gently touched his hair with his lips, lowering his voice even more.

"These wronged souls can't hurt you. I'm here."

When Ye Xiang was swept by the airflow of the wronged soul, he staggered back half a step.

It hit the edge of the protective cover, making a slight muffled sound.

He scratched his head awkwardly, looked at the couple hugging each other, and muttered:

"You continue as if I don't exist",

But he couldn't help but move half a foot closer, his eyes still darting around.

Suddenly he pointed to a blurry black shadow on the left.

"Does that mean..."

Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by a sharp look from Yeluweisi.

He had no choice but to shut up, but the corner of his mouth curled up, obviously he had not given up the search.

The tunnel seems to have no end.

The ghostly aura around them became thicker and thicker, almost impossible to dissolve.

It seemed as if countless hands would reach out at any time to drag them into the abyss.

Just when Shen Qingze felt he was about to suffocate, a dazzling light suddenly appeared in front of him.

The next second, three people flew out of the vortex.

Shen Qing stood firm, looked around, and took a breath.

This place is even more eerie than the tunnel just now.

The yin energy is so thick that it seems to be substantial, and every breath of it makes my lungs feel cold.

The sky is dark grey, without the sun, moon or stars.

There were only a few green ghost lights floating aimlessly in the air, illuminating the surrounding scenery in a hazy shadow, revealing a sense of dead despair.

Yeluvis raised his hand and waved it, and a faint golden light instantly emanated from his body.

The thick yin energy seemed to have met its nemesis and automatically dispersed in all directions.

A transparent protective shield was formed with him as the center, and a smooth platform was condensed underneath.

He held the three people steadily in the air.

When Yeluvis opened the protective shield, Shen Qing subconsciously reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"I'm going to take you to see someone."

Yeluvis' voice was calm, and no emotion could be heard.

"who?"

Shen Qingze and Ye Xiang asked in unison,

Shen Qing's face was full of doubts, his brows were slightly furrowed; Ye Xiang's face was full of curiosity, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Could it be Xiao Qihao? !

A mysterious smile appeared on Yeluvis's lips, his eyes flickered.

"He is the ruler of this land of the dead."

He paused and explained,

"It will be much faster for me to go find him directly than to search blindly in this place."

"Besides, if you want to take a soul away from here, you must first get his consent."

Shen Qingze frowned even more tightly, and a trace of worry flashed across his face.

The person in charge of this land of the dead doesn't sound like an easy person to deal with.

His fingertips stroked the faint golden lines on his wrist. He turned to look at Yeluvis, his eyes full of uneasiness.

Yeluvis noticed his expression.

She reached out and patted his cheek gently,

"Don't worry, I'm here."

His eyes were firm and filled with unquestionable strength, instantly calming Shen Qingze's uneasiness.

Ye Xiang watched from the side, silently moved aside, and continued to be his background.

But his eyes were still searching around, hoping to find Xiao Qihao as soon as possible.

Outside the protective cover, the will-o'-the-wisp was still floating faintly.

The entire Land of the Dead was eerily quiet; only the breathing of the three of them could be clearly heard inside the protective shield.

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The protective shield floated in the dark void for an unknown amount of time.

Shen Qingze only felt that the yin energy around him was rising and falling like the tide, and his heart was hanging in the air.

Until a glimmer of light gradually appeared in the darkness ahead,

The light became brighter and brighter, and the outline of a towering palace slowly emerged.

The palace is built entirely of black boulders, with ferocious ghost faces carved on the eaves and corners.

Every line seems to contain countless resentments.

The most terrifying thing was the murderous aura surrounding the palace, which was as thick as insoluble ink, with a bone-chilling chill and an overwhelming momentum.

It makes people feel breathless just by looking at it from a distance.

"We're here."

The voice of Yeluvis sounded in my ears.

He subconsciously held Shen Qingze tighter in his arms.

The warmth of the palm of my hand came through the fabric, bringing a reassuring power.

Shen Qing looked up and saw Yeluweisi raised his hand and waved.

The huge bronze door of the palace made a loud creaking sound and slowly opened inward.

The sound of the door hinges turning echoed in the dead silent space, sounding particularly eerie and terrifying.

The moment you step into the palace, an even colder aura hits you in the face, as if it could freeze your blood.

It is so quiet here that even the sound of breathing is particularly clear.

The obsidian ground beneath their feet was bright enough to reflect the figures of the three people.

Shen Qingze's eyes involuntarily turned to the throne at the top of the palace.

There was only a figure sitting there, shrouded in thick shadows, and it was difficult to see clearly.

He frowned subconsciously, and his heart tightened inexplicably.

Ye Xiang beside him had the same expression, his lips tightly pursed, his eyes full of vigilance.

Obviously, he also felt the aura of the other party, which was not easy to deal with.

Just then, the person on the throne seemed to notice their arrival.

"boom--"

The murderous aura in the air rushed towards him like a flood that broke through a dam.

With overwhelming force, wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a piercing scream.

Shen Qingze's pupils suddenly shrank and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

But Yeluvis didn't even raise his hand.

The golden light around him flashed slightly, and the terrifying murderous aura was like hitting a solid wall, and was completely blocked outside the protective shield.

Not even a ripple was created inside the hood.

The man on the throne slowly raised his eyes. They were a pair of deep and bottomless eyes.

There seemed to be a ghostly green fire burning inside, filled with brutality and majesty.

His voice was like the friction between two huge rocks, carrying a strong murderous aura.

"Where did the wind come from to blow this great Buddha like you here?"