Chapter 165 Yan Luo returns to the underworld to investigate the truth
Yan Luo walked over and stood beside the ice coffin. He lowered his eyes to look at the charred corpse inside the coffin, and his hands clenched unconsciously.
A hint of bitterness rose to the tip of her nose, and she curled her lips, "Father, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you very much."
But no matter how much she missed him or how much she said, the person inside would never answer her again.
She raised her hands and placed them on the ice coffin, opened the lid, and began to inspect.
After a while, Yan Luo frowned slightly. Her father had indeed died in the Netherworld Fire, but the front of his body was burned more severely than the back.
Normally, the Netherworld Fire would burn the target evenly, meaning that the front, back, left and right sides should be burned to the same degree. However, this charred corpse obviously did not have that degree of burnt, which could only mean one thing: the opponent did not use the Netherworld Fire to a high enough degree.
There are only three people in the underworld who can use the Netherworld Fire: Old Pluto, Yan Luo, and Nan Chen.
Nanchen's magic power is more profound than Yanluo's. Yanluo is a master in using the Netherworld Fire, while Nanchen has reached the pinnacle.
So, it is obvious that this was not done by Nanchen.
Who could it be then?
If a person with great magic skills dies at the hands of someone whose magic skills are inferior to his, it can only mean that he was not prepared during the struggle or did not resist at all.
But why did Nanchen want to hide this matter?
Nanchen also used the Netherworld Fire at that time. What did he use it for?
Yan Luo turned around suddenly and looked at Kuang Shu, who was frightened.
"Do you know the murderer?"
Kuang Shu cleared his throat, "The Hades did capture a high-ranking person, his name is Zang Kun. He had been imprisoned in the Demon Locking Tower, but he escaped three years ago. He has not been found yet."
Yan Luo frowned even more tightly, "Why didn't you tell me then? Why? What's the relationship between Zang Kun and Nan Chen?"
Kuang Shu lowered his eyes, "This, Kuang Shu does not know. Only Hades knows this."
Yan Luo knew that there must be something hidden here and things were not that simple.
Why did Nan Chen suppress Zang Kun instead of punishing him for what he did? And why did he hide it from her?
She murmured, "Could it be that Zang Kun loved Nan Chen but could not get her love, so he became resentful and took revenge by killing my father? Nan Chen felt pity for him and was reluctant to kill him, and even covered up his crime. Later, when he was going through a tribulation, he was worried that I would recover my memory and Zang Kun's affair would be exposed, so he was ready to pass the buck and allowed me to open the coffin and examine the body."
After hearing this analysis, Kuang Shu couldn't help but feel that the thinking of the god of death really was just one word.
Absolutely!
He felt that it was not easy for Pluto to let his wife think that she was crooked.
However, he still testified for Pluto, "God of Death, our Pluto's sexual orientation is still very normal."
Yan Luo coughed lightly, "I'm just guessing, so that Zang Kun is a man?"
Kuang Shu nodded, "Yes."
Seeing Yan Luo thoughtful, Kuang Shu said, "The guard of the Demon Tower is locked in a secluded room. Do you want to interrogate him?"
Yan Luo nodded slightly, "Go."
She bowed three times to the ice coffin and closed the lid.
Kuang Shu put away the red round beads and the semicircular tombstone closed again.
He took Yan Luo to a secluded room.
Yan Luo sat on the sofa with her legs crossed and her fingers tapping the armrests.
Kuang Shu sniffed at the side, his expression and posture were exactly the same as Pluto's, exuding a domineering aura.
The two messengers knelt in front of Yan Luo with trembling faces. You have to know that the person in front of them is the daughter of the old Pluto. If the old Pluto is not unexpected, she is the current Pluto.
In this underworld, apart from Hades Nanchen, the God of Death Yan Luo has the most powerful magic power, so they can't help but feel terrified when facing her.
Yan Luo paused, "Who is that Zang Kun?"
The messenger said, "We don't know who he is, but he smells like a thorn, and we suspect that he is a thorn."
Yan Luo recalled the thorns that Mason had picked up around the barrier last time. That kind of plant grew in the swamp area, and the swamp area was the territory of the Judge.
What she considered at the time was that someone wanted to deliberately shift the blame to the judge. After all, no one would do it so obviously as to shoot themselves in the face.
Obviously, her cleverness backfired and the other party left clues intentionally, as if he really wanted her to find him.
It now appears that this Zang Kun is most likely the descendant of the judge, and the judge is not innocent either.
Tens of thousands of years ago, the underworld was ruled by four major families: the Hades, the Spirits, the Bloods, and the Slaughterers.
Yan Luo and Nan Chen are both from the Ming clan.
The Judge is a member of the Slaughter Clan, a race that makes a living by killing and is brutal by nature.
Finally, due to territorial disputes, the four major families started a war. In the end, the Hades unified the other three families and they surrendered to the Hades.
Yan Luo asked, "How did Zang Kun escape and what was his purpose?"
The messenger did not dare to lie and said truthfully: "Zang Kun's goal is to get the position of Hades. He said that Hades is going through tribulations in the human world, and the God of Death Yan Luo will definitely go to destroy it, so as long as he goes out, he will definitely seize the position of Hades. Then he will grant us the position of God of Death and guardian."
Yan Luo narrowed his eyes and stroked his chin, "So my previous assumption is not true. Zang Kun wants the position of Hades and is an enemy of Nanchen. But why did Nanchen keep him?"
Kuang Shu wiped the sweat from his forehead. My poor Lord Pluto was finally cleared of all charges.
Yan Luo looked at the messenger, "You just believe whatever Zang Kun says? Don't you have any brains?"
The messenger howled, "We didn't know why we were bewitched by the devil in the first place."
Yan Luo stood up suddenly upon hearing this, walked to the messenger, and placed her hands on the heads of both of them.
She saw the feminine-looking man from the memories of the two messengers. He was the man who imprisoned Yun An. It turned out that he was Zang Kun.
But no one expected that he would use the Soul-stealing Technique on these two messengers. Because he was not proficient in the Soul-stealing Technique, he could not give orders to the other party directly, and could only use deception to make them compromise.
Yan Luo frowned tightly. Soul-stealing and memory-calling techniques are techniques that only the powerful people in the underworld can master. Currently, only Yan Luo and Nan Chen can master these two techniques.
What does it mean that Zang Kun can now use the soul-stealing technique?
She would definitely not teach him, so Nanchen would be the only one left. However, when Zang Kun learned to use it, Nanchen was in the human world, so the time didn't match. And if she had taught him before, Zang Kun would have escaped long ago.
Zang Kun's behavior is very suspicious. How did he learn the Netherworld Fire and Soul-Capture Technique?
Yan Luo felt that this matter was a bit complicated and a little irritated, so he disappeared without saying hello to Kuang Shu.
Yu Group, President’s Office.
Yu Nanchen was processing the documents on the desk.
Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of the table.
He raised his eyes and saw Yan Luo walked around the table and came to his side with a serious expression.
Although Yu Nanchen looked calm, he was mentally prepared to be the punching bag.
No matter what, coaxing your wife well comes first!
He turned his big chair around, stretched out his long arms, pulled the person into his arms, and sat him on his lap.
Yu Nanchen smiled particularly beautifully, "Luoluo, what's wrong?"