Chapter 124 "Fellow Daoist, why are you stopping me?"...

"Wen Yu——" Before Zhibai could respond, only half of the sound was left lingering in the night sky.

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Wen Yu chased the black and white lights all the way. His figure was as fast as a ghost and his aura was as mysterious as a monster.

The more she pursued it, the more uncertain she became.

She had read through every ancient book and classic in the Eastern Heaven Court. She knew every Taoist friend in heaven and earth who had a record of immortality. However...

Knowing is one thing, but meeting or not is another.

She had never seen these two fellow Taoists before.

To be precise, since she transformed, she had never seen a fellow Taoist with such a strong ghostly aura...

For some reason, the black shadow suddenly paused, as if waiting for something.

Wen Yu seized the opportunity, transformed into a green light and passed through the two men, and in the blink of an eye he arrived at the main entrance of the dungeon.

As her fingertips turned, Wen Yu landed steadily on the ground. She glanced at the tightly closed prison door and saw no signs of it being broken open, so she felt relieved.

Two waves of energy surged from behind him, one was extremely domineering, and the other was more feminine.

Wen Yu clenched her palms. Her cultivation was not high, but fortunately she still had the magic power she borrowed from the God of Wealth Bu Wenjun in Houchun Mountain last time.

Bu Wenjun is the supreme god of the East Heaven Court. His magical powers are also top-notch among all the gods in the Central Heaven Court. In addition, he has countless temples and incense burning in the mortal world, which adds another point of strength.

Using her magic power to deal with these two friends should not be a problem.

Wen Yu's mind was working rapidly. Should he ask his master for help?

Soon, this idea was overturned by her.

She went down to the mortal world without permission, and her master might be thinking about how to punish her right now, so it’s better not to go to him.

Behind the prison door were Chen Mian and Song Linsheng.

Publicly, she couldn't let anything happen to Chen Mian, as Zhibai was still waiting for him to come home for a reunion; privately, Song Linsheng... Song Linsheng couldn't be harmed in the slightest.

She had damaged Song Linsheng's longevity branch, changing his fate. Now that she had found Song Linsheng, she would not let anyone hurt him again.

Wen Yu's wrist flew, gathering spiritual power in her palm, and strands of white air flow intertwined with her green light.

The air wave behind him was getting stronger and stronger. Wen Yu seized the opportunity, turned around, and hit back with the power of his palm.

With a "bang", the sound caused by the impact of the air flow echoed continuously.

As Wen Yu spun around, her cloak fluttered, isolating the dust and sand that were stirred up so that they didn't touch her at all.

The air was filled with smoke and a thick gray mist.

Wen Yu frowned, and saw the black and white lights falling to the ground, transforming into human figures standing on both sides.

"Fellow Daoist, why are you stopping me?" A frivolous and reckless male voice penetrated the dust.

Wen Yu took a step back cautiously, then, with all his might, replied, "Why are you hiding, fellow Daoist? Why don't you show yourself and have a chat?"

"Talking nonsense to her?" The other male voice was obviously hoarse and restrained, but the words that came out were as sharp as a knife, "Quick battle, quick decision!"

"Oh my - you just don't know how to be gentle with women." The white shadow raised his hand and waved.

In an instant, the fog dispersed.

The faces of the two people suddenly appeared in front of Wen Yu.

Before the white shadow could retract his hand, his eyes met Wen Yu's.

The man did not dodge or evade, but waved at Wen Yu with his hand still open, "Hello, little Taoist friend——"

Wen Yu was stunned, and gathered spiritual power in his hands hidden in his sleeves, ready to fight him at any time.

But he didn't seem to be planning to make any move, just lazily combing the white whisk in his hand.

Wen Yu finally had a chance to look at the person carefully.

He was dressed in a white robe, which made him look quite tall. Looking up, he had a slender neck, a beautiful face, and mischievous phoenix eyes that were gentle and affectionate, even three times softer than a woman's.

The most attractive thing is the tall hat on his head. I don’t know what material it is made of, but he actually wrote something on it.

Wen Yu took a closer look and was shocked to see that the hat contained four big characters "You are here".

The flames gathered by the spiritual power suddenly went out, and Wen Yu came back to his senses and couldn't help but pinch his palms.

As if to encourage himself, Wen Yu stiffened his neck and turned his head to look at the "black light" on the other side.

In other words, the one who wanted to "win a quick battle and a quick resolution" was wearing a black robe with an icy sheen. His appearance was more handsome than the previous one, adding seven points of masculinity.

Looking closely, they look quite similar, except that the white one is three parts handsome and seven parts graceful, while the black one is three parts gentle and seven parts timeless.

But his hair was as sharp as a knife and as cold as frost, and there was not even a trace of unnecessary expression on his face.

Unlike the man who was lazily holding the whisk just now, he held the dark black whisk behind his back with his hands folded. There was no trace of the whisk at all, but rather an upright blade. The sound of the gong was terrifying, and the murderous aura soared into the sky.

Wen Yu looked forward along the whisk, and saw four words written in white on his pure black tall hat:

"Catching you."

The momentum of these four words is far more compelling than the solemn and murderous aura he exudes.

Wen Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little flustered. He couldn't help but take a step back.

She suddenly remembered.

She had heard of the names of these two people -

The ghost messengers of the Netherworld, Black and White Impermanence.

Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu.

The man in the white robe must be Xie Bian, and the other one must be Fan Wujiu.

Wen Yu understood.

But I've only heard of it.

Rumor has it that these two men have green faces and fangs and are very scary, but now it seems that we can't believe it completely.

However, rumors also say that this Lord Fan Wujiu is ruthless and cruel...

Well...it's also believable.

Wen Yu couldn't stop swallowing nervously, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of her palms, slippery and wet just like her mood at the moment.

Is it too late to send a message to Master now?

All of Wen Yu's little movements were seen by the man in white, Xie Bian.

Xie Bian raised his eyebrows slightly and followed Wen Yu's line of sight -

Fan Wujiu's face was ashen, and he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. The whisk behind him was ready to move, as if it was about to fly out.

"Hey hey hey—" Xie Bian flipped his wrist, and the whisk in his hand swept towards Fan Wujiu's whisk, "Be more polite! I told you to be polite when meeting people!"

He has a sour face every day and I don’t know what he is doing.

When Xie Bian swept the dark black whisk over it, it actually became smooth and orderly, no longer filled with the bloodthirsty murderous aura as before.

"Let's end this quickly before daybreak." Fan Wujiu spoke sparingly and gritted his teeth.

Xie Bian gave Fan Wujiu a blank look and ignored him. Instead, he put on a smiling face and looked at Wen Yu.

"Little Taoist friend, where did you learn from?"

The white light was full of spiritual power, overbearing and powerful. Even he and Fan Wujiu combined were unable to benefit from it.

It's a pity that it still hasn't exerted its maximum power. Looking at the young Taoist's unfamiliar movements, the white light doesn't seem to be her own magic power.

Xie Bian curled his lips and made a "tsk" sound.

Wen Yu hesitated for a moment. Although he felt a little insecure, he still did not introduce himself.

The Eastern Heavenly Court and the Underworld have always kept to themselves, and there has never been any news of any relationship between the Spring Temple and the Netherworld Palace.

Now she had to stop these two people. She didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble to her master because of one person's mistake.

Wen Yu's silence was a good answer.

Xie Bian shrugged and whistled clearly, showing no sign of nervousness.

It seems that this little tree demon has no special background, and her magic power may be obtained by chance.

Xie Bian's smile widened, and he said in a light tone, "Little Daoist friend, we are just passing through here on business. There is no need for you to be so nervous."

"If it's nothing urgent, could you please let me pass?"

Xie Bian put his hands in his sleeves and folded them casually in front of him. The icy whisk he held at an angle made him look even more lazy.

"Um?"

He slowed down his speech, raised his tone at the end, and asked Wen Yu questions.

Wen Yu heard something unusual in just one word. Xie Bian's words were not as gentle as before, or perhaps it was just a disguise.

Now the elongated ending tone implied a threat, as if Wen Yu would not end well if he did not give in.

On business?

What else can the ghost messenger of the Netherworld do? All he can do is to seduce people's souls.

Wen Yu glanced back. This was a dungeon, holding at least eighty prisoners, if not a hundred. It made sense that someone's death had caused the Black and White Impermanence to appear.

She really couldn't rashly stop the Netherworld Palace's official business.

Wen Yu knew her limits, but behind her were Song Linsheng and Chen Mian, so she had to get things clear.

She mentally bolstered her courage and gathered all of Bu Wenjun's magical power to its full potential. Then, she stepped forward and asked, "I wonder what errand you are going to perform, sir, and whose soul you are going to capture?"

Xie Bian raised his eyebrows and refused to play dumb with Wen Yu.

"Little Daoist friend, you have good eyesight."

She has seen through his and Fan Wujiu's identities.

Xie Bian didn't want to get entangled. This young Taoist friend was quite powerful. Since he was stopped here, he would surely not give up until he achieved his goal.

It would be better for him to explain everything to her as soon as possible so that he could finish his errand and return home.

Xie Bian stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, signaling to Fan Wujiu beside him, "Quickly check for our little Taoist friend, which lucky person is going back with us today?"

The veins on Fan Wujiu's forehead were throbbing, but he remained silent. With a stern face, he conjured up a list from his palm.

He was seen holding the list in one hand and rotating it with two fingers of the other hand, using magic to flip the almost transparent pages through the air.

After looking through the list for a while, Fan Wujiu looked up and exchanged glances with Xie Bian, then closed the list and finally spoke: "Chen Mian, from Jiangyang."

"Yes—young Taoist friend, you heard it too."

Xie Bian still smiled and looked at Wen Yu.

But Wen Yu couldn't answer, she couldn't even make a sound.

What is Fan Wujiu talking about? Who is he talking about?

Chen Mian?

Wen Yu was surrounded by coldness, and her heart felt like it was falling into an icy cave.

She turned back in disbelief. The dungeon gatehouse behind her was tightly closed and so dark that Wen Yu felt dizzy.

Chen Mian? How could Chen Mian be like this?

"What did you say?" A female voice broke through the air. Although it was in a questioning tone, her words were filled with a trembling of disbelief.

Wen Yu turned around suddenly. She was very familiar with the voice. It was Zhibai.

"Zhibai——"

"Where did this little flower demon come from?" Xie Bian also discovered the existence of the woman in the dark behind him.

But this little flower demon has little magical power and is not to be feared.

He was still looking around, but Fan Wujiu beside him could no longer hold back.

"Let's end this battle quickly and avoid any trouble." With that, Fan Wujiu flew back.

A little tree demon came, and then a little flower demon came. He wanted to see what was going on.

Today's task is really difficult.

Seeing this, Wen Yu became extremely anxious and was about to take action without caring about anything else.

Oh no, Zhibai just gave birth and her magic power has not recovered yet. How can she be a match for Hei Wuchang?

Wen Yu flew forward, and spiritual power poured out from his palms. Two rays of light, one blue and one white, went straight towards Fan Wujiu.

Fan Wujiu did not dodge at all, and used his whisk in one hand to fight with Wen Yu.

The three-colored lights intertwined, just like the beating of drums and the sound of gongs, and the sound of breaking through the air could be heard from time to time. The two sides fought fiercely.

Xie Bian, who was watching below, shook his head repeatedly. It would be bad if such a big commotion attracted the attention of ordinary people.

He walked and stopped, picked up a few pieces of gravel on the ground, injected magic and scattered them everywhere, and a formation that blocked the vision was formed.

Xie Bian clapped his hands and said helplessly: "Little Taoist friend, Wu Jiu has no intention of hurting anyone, so don't be too nervous."