After Wen Shi and others waited in the yard for a while, Leng Yan came back. Seeing that there were still a few people in the yard, there was not even a trace of surprise in Leng Yan's eyes, as if he had expected it a long time ago.

At this time, Wen Shi stood up and walked over to tell Leng Yan that he had thrown Qin Du into the Three Thousand Worlds. He also told Leng Yan about the bet between him and Qin Du, who he thought was particularly stupid.

He thought Leng Yan would be happy and praise him for doing a good job, but no, Leng Yan's expression did not change at all, making Wen Shi unable to tell whether she was happy or unhappy.

But what Leng Yan said really made Wen Shi feel incredible. After listening to Wen Shi's words, Leng Yan looked at Wen Shi and asked, "Master, are you crazy? Qin Du is your disciple. If this matter gets out, how will others view it?"

Wen Shi was somewhat displeased. He always did things for his own pleasure and never cared what those people said. Besides, if they dared to talk about him, he would just kill them.

But Leng Yan's next words shattered his confidence. Leng Yan said, "Master, I also want to go to the Three Thousand Worlds."

Wen Shi's expression changed instantly. He looked at Leng Yan and asked, "Yan'er, do you know what you are saying?" Leng Yan looked at him coldly and said, "Master, I know what I am saying. When I come back, I will accept any punishment you give me. Please allow me to enter the Three Thousand Worlds."

Wen Shi tried his best to control his anger and looked at Leng Yan and asked again, "Yan'er, are you sure?" Leng Yan said, "Disciple is sure. This time I enter the Three Thousand Worlds and I will treat it as a disciple to gain some experience."

Wen Shi was so angry that he laughed and summoned the Three Thousand Worlds and said, "Well, since Yan'er wants to go in, I won't stop you." Leng Yan said, "Thank you, Master."

At this time, Leng Yan felt someone holding her wrist. She turned her head and saw Qingyu pulling her wrist, looking at her with rare anger in his eyes.

Qingyu looked at Leng Yan and said, "Yan'er, are you sure you want to enter these three thousand worlds for a worthless person? I don't need to tell you about the dangers of the three thousand worlds, right?"

Leng Yan broke free from Qingyu's hand and said, "Why, Qingyu, you can't pretend anymore? Isn't it you who wanted me to enter these three thousand worlds? Or isn't it you who caused me to do this? Why are you pretending to be a good person now?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone except Wen Shi turned pale. They knew that Leng Yan was angry.

At this time, Wen Shi on the side also said to Qingyu: "Qingyu, let her go." He wanted to let Leng Yan know that without them, she, Leng Yan, was nothing.

Qingyu was stunned. While he was stunned, Leng Yan entered the Three Thousand Worlds. After Leng Yan entered, the entrance to the Three Thousand Worlds immediately closed. Qingyu tried to hold Leng Yan's hand, but was met with disappointment. He hadn't expected Leng Yan to think that. And they had clearly been with Leng Yan for so many years, so why would Leng Yan turn against them for someone she had only known for a few months?

The faces of several people were not looking good. After Leng Yan entered the Three Thousand Realms, Wen Shi turned around and returned to his palace.

The rest of the people returned to their own residences without saying anything else.

Leng Yan entered the Three Thousand Worlds and saw a desolate scene. The sky was dark, the ground was covered with ruins, and the air was filled with the smell of blood. Leng Yan blocked his sense of smell and looked at the large number of corpses rushing towards him.

Leng Yan released his domain without hesitation, as it was the most convenient method. In an instant, all the corpses around him were frozen into ice sculptures, unable to move.

Wen Shi named it Three Thousand Worlds because this ghost realm is composed of multiple spaces. If you want to leave here, you must break all the spaces here, in other words, kill through them.

As Leng Yan's domain was opened, Leng Yan's third eye also appeared. Leng Yan glanced around and finally found the exit of this space. She walked over and used her spiritual power to blow up the building there. As that place was blown to pieces, Leng Yan entered the next space. After breaking through several spaces in a row, Leng Yan felt that the spiritual power loss was a bit serious, so she took a soul-restoring pill.

While taking the pill, she observed her surroundings, and just as she was about to continue breaking this space, she felt the breath of a living soul.

Leng Yan stopped what he was doing and walked towards the place where the breath came from. Finally, Leng Yan stopped in front of an inn.

After Leng Yan entered, she saw the dead shopkeeper in the lobby. When the shopkeeper saw that Leng Yan refused to pay, he walked towards the second floor. Ma Shan ran out to stop Leng Yan.

But as soon as he took a step, his head was cut off by the ice vine, and then all the ghosts in the inn were strangled by the ice vine in an instant. The inn suddenly became quiet.

Leng Yan walked up the wooden stairs to the second floor. The creaking sound of the stairs was particularly clear in the quiet inn.

Finally, Leng Yan came to the second floor of the inn and opened a door. A porcelain bottle was thrown towards her, and Leng Yan dodged it sideways.

The moment she turned sideways, a little boy about five years old in a purple robe ran past Leng Yan and ran downstairs.

But before he could reach the stairs, he was caught by the ice vine and brought to Leng Yan. Leng Yan looked at the little boy in front of him.

"Han Qing, why are you here?" The little boy in front of him was stunned and then immediately retorted: "My name is not Han Qing, my name is Zimo."

Leng Yan looked at the little boy in front of him. Zimo was Han Qing's courtesy name. If it wasn't for the fact that her divine eyes saw that this person was Han Qing, Leng Yan wouldn't have believed that the five-year-old boy in front of her was Han Qing.

Zimo felt a little guilty when Leng Yan looked at him. He didn't know the woman in front of him, but he always felt a sense of familiarity with her. Looking at the woman in front of him, he had a strange feeling in his heart.

Leng Yan now thought of what Qingyu and the others said a few months ago about Han Qing having amnesia. Could it be that when he became ill, his soul turned into the appearance of a five-year-old child? It seemed that Han Qing had no memory of what happened outside.

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