Outside Huangquansi.
The young chief dismounted and walked in. There were two statues of evil spirits standing at the door. They were so hideous and terrifying that made people tremble with fear when they saw them.
The demon-suppressing envoys who followed him also tensed their backs, not daring to take it lightly.
After entering Huangquansi, a strong ghost aura hits you in the face.
The young chief's expression remained unchanged. After he appeared, a ghost came out from the black fog and greeted him with a neither humble nor arrogant look.
"Master Yu, Lord Yan has arrived. Please follow us inside."
The young man nodded and followed him inside.
They seemed to be walking in a long, dark corridor. With every step they took, a ball of faint green fire would appear on the walls on both sides, but it could not illuminate the darkness.
As we walked, we could hear the sound of water and chains sliding from time to time, as well as overlapping whispers that came and went in our ears.
The sound was so faint that it was hard to hear. A chill ran down my spine like ants crawling all over my body. The voices seemed to be asking one question:
——Do you have a clear conscience?
All the demon-suppressing envoys were sweating profusely and felt extremely pressured. No matter how strong their minds were, they found this "question of conscience" extremely difficult to endure.
The ghost messenger leading the way glanced at the embarrassed demon-suppressing envoys, a hint of amusement flashed across his eyes. After all, they were mortals who had just started the path of cultivation and had not yet broken through the acquired to the innate. This journey to the underworld to self-examination was not easy for them.
Just as the Yinchai was about to look away, his peripheral vision involuntarily caught a glance at the young man.
That look was indifferent, but it made Yinchai feel like he was falling into an ice cellar, and he lowered his head in panic.
Seeing this, another ghost next to him curled his lips in disdain, slowed down his pace, and walked with the young man, nodded and lowered his eyebrows and said, "Thank you, Lord Yan, I have checked it out. The Demon Suppression Department has never taken human lives lightly, nor has it handled the case hastily. It's just that the cause of death of those deceased is indeed suspicious, so I asked Master Yu to bring people here in person."
The young man nodded and said "thank you".
The ghost hurriedly said he dared not.
The Yellow Spring Palace was in front of them. The two ghost messengers stepped aside and the young man led his men inside.
The flattering Yin Messenger who had just watched the Demon Suppression Envoy's joke asked in a low voice: "Brother Li, who is this Jade Master? Is it worth it for you to be so polite to him?"
The old shaman glanced at him and asked, "Who are you?"
"I was a casual cultivator from the Ten Continents and Three Islands before. I accumulated enough merits and was specially approved to join the army after my death."
The old ghost messenger uttered an "oh" and sneered, "Nowadays, even the living casual cultivators dare not look down on ordinary people at will. You are even more courageous after your death than before."
The Yinchai looked embarrassed.
The old Yincha snorted, "If you come to the Eleventh Palace to serve, you should be more careful. Our Lord Xie Yan can't tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes. Besides..."
"The ordinary mortals in your eyes may not be ordinary. Maybe you have a low level of cultivation and cannot tell their depth, or maybe they are just low-key. Let's not talk about others. For example, His Majesty Shasha and His Majesty the Human Emperor have both experienced tribulations in the human world, and they have many relatives and friends in the human world..."
The more the young Yinchai listened, the weaker his legs became. Seeing this, the old Yinchai patted him on the shoulder.
"Listen to my advice, the Eleventh Palace is not suitable for you. You should go to the Dung Pit Hell and teach those shit ghosts to dig out shit. It may be a bit smelly, but it's safe..."
The Yinchai let out an "ah" and looked bitter. When he first joined the job, no one told him that his career prospect was to collect excrement.
Inside the Huangquan Palace.
The demon-suppressing envoys all looked down at their toes, not daring to raise their heads.
When they first came in, they only dared to glance upwards hastily, and saw that the ghost steps were shrouded in black fog. They were terrified at the sight, and did not dare to look at it carefully.
Although they didn't see it, they all knew that the legendary Lord Yan was sitting there.
Speaking of the Lord of Hell from the Eleventh Palace, everyone's heart is filled with excitement.
Putting aside his relationship with the Human Emperor and the Ghost Emperor, let's talk about his background. In his past, he was the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple and settled countless unjust, false and wrong cases. Before he died, he was robbed by the various ghost emperors and the underworld kings. After his proper death, he traveled between the human world and the underworld to handle cases, and now he has become the master of a palace.
Whether they are humans or ghosts, they are all legends!
The Demon Suppressors of the past were no longer the original batch, but they were the batch that grew up listening to Xie Shuping.
They were both nervous and excited. They didn't know what Xie Yanjun would say to their own master. Would he come out of the black fog and show his true face?
"I asked you to come here because, in addition to the strange causes of death of these people, there have also been some strange deaths outside the capital."
"All of these people's life spans have not yet ended. Although their ways of death are different, they all have one thing in common."
Xie Shu's voice came from behind the black fog.
"I have some things to do in the palace and cannot leave. It just so happens that someone wants to see you, so you can take a look at the death register first."
A volume of the Death Book was thrown out from the black fog and fell directly into the young man's hands.
The black fog dissipated, revealing the empty throne of King Yama.
The young man's expression remained unchanged. He took the death certificate, walked to the side, sat on a chair and began to read it calmly.
The demon-suppressing envoys then raised their heads and looked at each other with strange expressions.
This... Xie Yanjun is leaving now?
And he just threw the death book to the boss? So casual?
The demon-suppressing envoys looked at their own Sizhu with more awe. Who could tell them where Sizhu came from? Was he an old acquaintance of Xie Yanjun?
But the Master doesn't look very old, as Lord Xie Yan has been dead for decades... However, in this world, looking young does not represent one's real age.
Just as the demon-suppressing envoys were wondering, two figures appeared in the hall like mist.
When the young chief saw the person coming, his eyes lit up and he immediately stood up, a smile appearing on his usually serious face.
He took a step forward and was about to pay his respects.
Among them, the man in black robe, with a feminine face and smiling eyes, suddenly appeared in front of the young man, stretched out his hand and pinched the young man's cheek.
"Tsk tsk, look at your skinny face now, it's not comfortable at all to pinch it."
The young man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, as he saw the phoenix eyes drooping like puppy eyes out of helplessness.
The demon-suppressing envoys were stunned when the two ghostly figures, one black and one white, appeared, especially the one in the black robe.
There are many ghost cultivators among the demon-suppressing envoys, and some of them have seen the golden body of the Night Wandering God. The black-robed male ghost pinching the Lord's cheek is obviously...
The young man sighed, "Master, can you please save some face for me in front of my subordinates?"
"Uncle Master, please take care of the Master."
Ye You sneered: "How dare your uncle-master control me? As a younger brother, shouldn't he follow the lead of his elder brother?"
Hibiki glanced at him with a half-smile: "Yes, yes, he is my younger brother."
The demon-suppressing envoys dared not breathe, their heads were buzzing.
The person in charge of the night-wandering god in their company is called Master?
Does the Night Wanderer have any lessons?
A ghost cultivator and a demon-suppressing envoy were thinking vaguely that his elders seemed to have said that Lord Yeyou seemed to have accepted a disciple.
Moreover, that student had a prominent background. His mother was Duke Mu Ying of England, and his stepfather was the great general Huo Yi. Although both of them had passed away, the people of Dayong all remembered their achievements.
What is the name of the British prince's son?
In his early years, his name seemed to be Wang Yulang, but later he changed his name to his mother's surname, Mu Yulang, with the courtesy name Shouyue.
The most important thing is... not only does Mu Yulang have awesome parents, his aunt and uncle are even more awesome...
He is the nephew of Ghost Emperor A Luosha Tian and Human Emperor Xiao Chenyan! !
What a coincidence, their chief's name is Mu Yulang, with the courtesy name Shouyue!
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