In just a short time, the temperature around Jiuxi plummeted, as cold as a snowy day. Circles of ghosts surrounded her, each one looking at her with devout eyes. "Lord Pluto, what can I do for you?"

Jiuxi looked at the ghosts around him and said, "My brother is lost in Kyoto."

As he spoke, the child's face appeared in Jiuxi's palm. The ghosts nodded thoughtfully and disappeared one by one.

Watching the ghosts leave, Jiuxi still couldn't let go of her worries. She just paid attention to these souls, but there was no trace of the old woman... Who was that old woman?

Jiuxi walked worriedly on the street. There was no one around and the night wind started to blow. She felt a little empty and cold. She looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky and sighed again and again. Not far away, a child was held tightly in the arms of an old woman, his body tied up with ropes. The child looked at the figure that was getting farther and farther away and struggled constantly, but the old woman used magic to control the rope. The harder he struggled, the more strength he lost in his body.

There was a ball of smelly white cloth in the child's mouth, and he didn't even have the chance to say a word. The old woman's voice was not as hoarse as before, but sounded like a young woman's. She touched the child's head and then tore off her own face. It was a beautiful face, extremely charming, with waterfall-like black hair fluttering in the night breeze. If Jiuxi was here, he would definitely recognize that this woman was Yun Fei.

But at this moment, Yun Fei's face was filled with resentment, and even her fingers were tightly gripping the child's shoulders. She hated it! If it weren't for the Demon King's departure, how could she have given herself to another monster in order to retain her position as the Demon King...

The culprits behind all this are Jialou Mingye and Jiuxi. She can't afford to offend Jialou Mingye, but doesn't she dare to touch Jiuxi's younger brother?

Yun Fei slowly disappeared into the darkness with the child, and the ghosts that had just approached her were scared to death by Yun Fei's demonic power, without even a chance to pass on the message.

But at this moment, a soul stumbled back, its soul trembling, as if it had been broken apart a lot. It said, "Sir, over there... over there house, we can't enter."

Following the direction pointed by the ghost, Jiuxi looked towards the house. There was a swirling aura of corpses above the house... Jiuxi secretly said that something was wrong. The next moment, she had already rushed towards the house filled with aura of corpses. She hoped that the zombie inside... was not Mingye.

But it seems impossible.

The door to the house was open, and inside stood a Taoist priest, leaping up and down like a dancing demon, stabbing zombies fleeing from the main room one after another with his peach wood sword. But Jiuxi knew this figure from behind very well; it was the hypocritical Taoist priest who had appeared when he explored Black Dragon's memories. Jiuxi could even see the belt around the Taoist priest's waist, which shone with a cool, watery light even at night...

It's dragon tendon.

At this time, a small zombie jumped out from the main hall. The little zombie's eyes were like black gemstones, but they spread endless blood color. The little zombie's eyes were dark blue. The little zombie's nails were very long, like bamboo leaves, sharp and slender. The Taoist took out a small bell from the bag and shook the bell from time to time. The clear ringing of the bell gradually attracted the attention of the little zombie. The blood color in the little zombie's eyes slowly faded, and it jumped to the side of the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest looked at the corpses on the ground, suddenly laughed arrogantly, and said to the little zombie, "Well done."