Shen Jue never imagined what the underworld would be like.

A long time ago, when he learned that Yimo had broken in, he curiously asked if the underworld was as gloomy and terrifying as the legend, and whether there were really eighteen layers of hell that were busy peeling skins and boiling bones day and night. At that time, he still had a childlike innocence, and he was still very curious about all things. However, Yimo was still a living being at that time, and he had never crossed Huangquan Road. He only turned around in the outer city and went back. Naturally, he could not completely solve his confusion. He only asked this question on a whim, but he didn't know that for a long time, Imogen was in his heart - an old monster who lived for more than 2,000 years, but he couldn't say anything to his children. He thought it was a humiliation. .

Seeing the legendary Black and White Impermanence, Shen Jue lost her curiosity, obediently was restrained by Black and White Impermanence and set foot on Huangquan Road, Shen Jue heard a low roar behind him, "Shen Jue!"

He hasn't called him by his first name and last name for many years.

——"General Shen." In the courtroom, the emperor sat on the lofty throne, his tone was low and majestic, and his words were clear. I can't hear joy, anger, joy, or hate.

——"Wolf cub." He was alone in the study, and there was no one around to serve. He often called him that, followed by "I'm tired, Jianglincheng's plum soup is going to get a bowl"...and so on. , his mana was spent on such trivial matters.

——“Little beast.” It is a rarely used title, and every sound is almost always in the draped curtains and the messy silk brocade clothes. It is obviously a derogatory word, a vile title, but it sounds pleasant to the ear with this situation.

He hasn't called him by his first name and last name for many years.

As the time spent with him grew, his temples began to turn gray, and even the title was gradually omitted. He knew that what he wanted was the stability of the country and the peace of the world. As well as the plum soup from Zhang's family in Jianglin City, the stewed chicken from Wang's family in Muyuan City, his favorite marinated tofu, and Hexian Nuo Nuo's small balls... There are often food and gadgets thousands of miles away in the imperial study; there is also a More and more accommodating his wolf.

In summer, the black giant wolf would lie on the Luohan couch beside the dragon table, and under it was the soft silk of ice that the foreign countries paid tribute. At that time, the golden pillar filled with ice bricks in the imperial study exuded a thick cold air. He wore an autumn robe and crouched on the desk to review the memorial; in winter, he would step on the couch with bare feet, because the black wolf would lie there. , use his soft belly and hair to cover him warmly.

There is no need to call out specially, and there is no need to instruct, as it exists as freely as one's own fingers.

He hasn't called him by his first name and last name for many years.

Even when he was dying, he only closed his eyes and called out "little beast".

He said, "Little beast, don't forget what you promised."

His only son, the current Ninth Five-year-old, can only stand on the side, helplessly watching his father's death is approaching, weak like a ghost, even breathing is intermittent, just trying to raise his hand, as if to catch what to live.

It was an old hand, adorned with deep and shallow age spots, layers of slack folds, and bruised blood vessels that seemed to be struggling for the last bit of vitality, bursting out violently.

Then the hand was held.

The violent bloodline instantly calmed down and became tame under the rubbing of the young palm.

The general who never grew old leaned over and approached the ear of the old man, with a tone of gentleness that the prince had never heard of.

"Don't worry."

There was no sadness on his face, but he was calm and gentle.

"You are my king."

Hearing the words, the old emperor opened his eyes, and his turbid eyes were instantly bright and compelling, as sharp as when he was young. He stared at the general, snorted after a moment, and tightened his hand, "Let's go."

Closing his eyes again, he passed away.

"Shen Jue!"

There was another sound of slamming behind him, an extremely angry tone. The black and white impermanence beside him paused, but Shen Jue didn't stop, let alone turn around. No need to look back.

His king is dead.

He is a demon. He has traveled all over the world with Yimo, and has seen countless lives appear and disappear. Die in desolation, young people die in regret...

And his king, surrounded by his children and grandchildren, died peacefully in full of love; his king put his hand in his hand, handed it over to him along with trust and country, and died peacefully; his king has died for many years. have never called him by name and surname, and will never call him that again.

Because his king had died honorably and peacefully, and it was a very good death.

It was his supreme honor to give his king such a death.

Shen Jue kept walking, left the voice behind, walked into the vast Huangquan depths, and saw two high halls waiting by the road in the distance. They looked the best in their years. In the last years The white hair and wrinkles that have been honed over the months have disappeared. The two men in black and white stood hand in hand by the roadside. The vast blood-red flowers were beside them, and their sight was on the long Huangquan Road. The thick white fog, motionless, seems to have been waiting for hundreds of years.

Shen Jue ran away regardless of the soul rope hooked on her body.

Both saw him at the same time. Yimo, who has never been lazy, also took big strides. His long hair was flying behind him. He dragged Shen Qingxuan, who couldn't keep up with the pace, and strode forward to meet him.

Before he ran to the front, Shen Qingxuan's voice had already come, "Black and white ghosts, let go of the hook!"

It was only then that Yimo remembered that they were already ghosts, and there was no need to walk on their feet. After thinking about it, he floated straight to the ghost's side, grabbed the soul rope with one hand, and threw it aside. Without waiting for the black and white ghosts to react, he grabbed the back of Shen Jue's neck and slid back to Shen Qingxuan's side.

Shen Qingxuan was also awake at this time, grabbed Shen Jue's arm tightly, the two old ghosts and the new ghost floated away without a trace in the blink of an eye, only Shen Qingxuan said "Father and son reminisce about the old, another day." Apologize for bringing alcohol" is still wandering.

Hei Wuchang put away the soul rope and looked at Bai Wuchang Daozhang who was still in a daze, "Return to life."

"How can the soul escape?" Bai Wuchang shook his head angrily and said, "I've waited for so many years, so what if I wait a little longer."

Hei Wuchang just wanted to say that anyway, Huangquan Road has entered and no return, and it is the ghost of the underworld, where can it go. Before he could say anything, there was a commotion behind him, and countless ghost soldiers suddenly appeared and rushed towards them.

Bai Wuchang reached out to stop one of the ghost soldiers and asked him, "What's the matter?"

"Someone trespassed into the underworld." The ghost pawn hurriedly replied and ran away without looking back.

Black and white impermanence glanced at each other, and immediately understood that the one who was furious and exuded divine might just now did not intend to be kind.

"It's a lot of fun." Bai Wuchang straightened his sleeves and taunted Tun Daozhang, "I've come to the underworld for the ghosts of half-human and half-demon, I heard that the God Execution Platform above has not been used for a long time."

"Huangquan Road has come and gone." Hei Wuchang said, "He wouldn't know it."

"Go and see."

The Huangquan intersection has already been slaughtered, and the dead and wounded ghosts are everywhere. A man in a moon-white robe stood in the center. The carefully embroidered patterns of dragons and flowers on the clothes had been splattered with blood. The crown of his hair was loose, and many strands of hair slipped down, covering half of his face. His left hand was held high, and on his hand was the body of a dead wolf suspended in mid-air. It was firmly protected by a layer of golden halo, as if he had fallen asleep. He saw that his black fur was shiny and smooth, and his demeanor was serene.

He saw the black and white chasing coming, the long sword in his palm let out a long cry, the sword body flashed, and the sharp sword head hovered at Hei Wuchang's throat.

"The soul is still here." He quietly asked, staring at Hei Wuchang's dark eyes, as if the Forgotten River was tumbling in the underworld. The river was turbid and black, struggling with countless evil spirits.

Hei Wuchang suddenly understood that he was going to die this time. He was already dead, and he was not afraid. It's just that his death doesn't change anything, no one gets anything from his death, it's a waste.

Hei Wuchang thought about it, and could only tell the truth about the gods in front of him.

"He has already walked through Huangquan Road and has entered the Underworld."

He said again, "Huangquan Road has gone but not returned."

The sound of Jin Ge colliding suddenly sounded, the halberd flying from the sky collided with the sword, the sword hummed, and the golden light flourished. After a violent sound, the halberd turned into powder.

"God." Yan Wang, who lost his weapon, waved Hei Wuchang away, stood in front of him and made a salutation, "God is visiting the underworld, I don't know what to do."

"Ye Wang." He returned a salute, but did not answer the question, only said Zhang, "I want the soul of this wolf corpse."

"God is joking." The King of Hell gave the ceremony again without being humble or arrogant. "It's just the soul of a little ghost. If the god wants it, prepare a document and take it away."

"Bring a pen and ink."

After the writing of the document was completed, the King of Hell said, "God, please sign it."

He took out his divine seal and put it on it, the golden light flickered, and the document took effect immediately.

Hades read it, turned his hand and handed the document to the judge who was waiting beside him. He kept watching the judge turn and leave with the document, and disappeared in an instant. Yan Wang turned around, suddenly changed his face and said coldly, "Shangshen is the emperor, but he broke into the underworld for personal reasons and killed countless ghosts and soldiers. Now that there are human and physical evidences, and if you don't stop at this time, don't blame the lowly post to report to the ghost. Emperor, listen to Datian. At that time, the gods should not regret it too late on the platform of the gods."

The King of Hell knows that this trick is very beautiful, and he can attack and retreat. It can be considered a benefit of being disturbed by Yimo and Shen Qingxuan in the underworld for five hundred years, and using the self-brewed seven-flavored wine to run rampant in the underworld.

Shen Qingxuan is really smart. The King of Hell thought to himself, and when he turned back, he would not ask him to return two jars of wine as a gift.

He thought that victory was inevitable, and from then on, he could gain the peace of the underworld. But the God in front of him was just silent.

After being silent for a long time, he put away the long sword Dao Zhang "Threat me?" Pulling the corner of his lips, he made an extremely hypocritical smile.

"It's absurd that you dare to threaten me even just because you are a little hell."

He waved his hand suddenly, and the wolf corpse that had been floating in the air slowly landed on the ground.

"Be optimistic about it, I will fill the hell with one hair less."

Glancing at the wolf carcass at last, he turned and walked straight towards the narrow road covered with blood-red flowers.

"God!" Hades did not expect him to act like this, and shouted loudly, "Huangquan Road has gone and will not return, even if it is a mana protection body, it is also a half-dead body!"

"Zhushentai, Huangquan Road. Even if you take these, you can't stop me." He didn't even bother to turn his head back, just snorted "Idiot talking about a dream."

"The underworld is as vast as the human world." The King of Hell still wanted to persuade him. "If he doesn't want to meet and exhausts his life, you won't be able to find him."

"I am his king."

He just turned his head and left this sentence to the King of Hell. Light and fluffy, people can't understand.

For him, however, that was enough.

He has never liked those closeness and love, whether he is a god in the sky or an emperor on earth, those are things that he disdains theories. There are a lot of things he hates about his little beast. His temperament is even more disgusting, and he dares to self-destruct the inner alchemy and die for him if he pushes it. It's really annoying.

But he said chapter "You are my king."

Even though he's grown into a pile of carrion, he's his flamboyant king.

That was enough, he made himself his king. So be it. He can always protect him, no matter the rumors in the world or the blood in the underworld, he can't touch his little beast.

Glancing at Hades, who was thinking hard, he didn't want to continue to deal with this unfortunate ghost who had been dead for so many years, but he actually wanted to threaten him, and he deserved to clean up the mess!

He rubbed his blood-stained clothes over the other side flowers beside him, and the flowers in the underworld were stained with his aura, and withered one after another under the coercion of the gods.

He walked on the road, as if stepping on a battlefield like gunpowder, leaving a scab behind him.

Heaven and earth are blue and yellow, and he wants to bring back his little beast.

because he is his king.