Chapter 89 The Ghost King's Palace

The mouth of the pot of flower wine was slightly cold, but it was a raging fire that burned Lu Yingjiu's brain. The slender fingers grabbed the edge of the bed, and when they exerted force, the knuckles were clearly defined, and the satin-like sheets were crumpled, as if they were venting overflowing excitement.

And he was soon deprived of even that power.

Jing Xian gently took his hand, kissed the palm, and kissed the fingers.

After that, the hands grabbed the edge of the pear wood table, still trembling.

His injury was just right, and under Jing Xian's meticulous care, the scars from the butterfly bone to the lower back were almost invisible.

——He thought it was completely better.

Until Jing Xian stretched out his hand, he swiped his fingers across the water like a dragonfly, and then lowered his head and kissed it softly.

The new skin was soft and fragile, and the electricity was rushing around. He curled his fingers and heard himself being forced to groan.

After the heavy pear wood table moved forward a few centimeters, they rolled on the thick carpet together again.

As you can imagine, the carpet was also messed up.

At last they entered the warm bath.

By the pond is a lush flower, and the pink petals fall on the water, causing ripples.

Incense was burning on the shore, and Lu Yingjiu was in a daze. He was washed clean by Jingxian inside and out, and then dried well.

It was noon after returning to bed.

Lu Yingjiu lay on a pile of soft bedding and was about to fall asleep. His waist was sore and soft, and his spine seemed to melt away.

Jingxian's hair seemed to be swept across his smooth back, a few traces of coldness.

Then Jingxian approached his ear and asked, "Would you like something to eat?"

"...No, I'm not hungry." Lu Yingjiu replied vaguely, "I've eaten enough."

The "eat" he said obviously had another meaning, Jingxian was stunned for a moment, then hugged him again and rubbed his shoulders affectionately.

The two of them lay like this until evening, and Lu Yingjiu barely regained his energy.

Jing Xian personally cooked and cooked the meal, which was full of aromas and flavors, and was neatly placed on the wooden table.

Hair Balls squatted in the corner, and the storm sucked into a few big chicken legs.

In the morning, it was thrown away in the outer hall, so as not to bother him and Lu Yingjiu.As a result, Hair Balls was nothing to do, and all the flowers and plants of the outer halls were all overwhelmed, messy and messy.

Lu Yingjiu rubbed Hair Balls's head and sat down at the table. Before taking a few mouthfuls, there was a lot of vegetables in the bowl.

Jingxian continued to fill him with vegetables, and said, "Eat more, eat more, and add more nutrition. Your body is too weak."

Lu Yingjiu: "...?"

In fact, his half-human, half-ghost state is close to asking a god. He can run, jump, and fight, and his physical strength is many times better than ordinary people.

It's just that Jingxian is too tossed.

A jealous ghost, a jealous ghost in love, a jealous ghost in love who has been holding back for hundreds of years, one can imagine how strong the fighting power is. If it wasn't for Lu Yingjiu who was about to fall asleep at the time, maybe Jingxian would hold him in the bathtub for a round.

Lu Yingjiu took a deep breath and said, "I think it should be your problem."

Jingxian: ?

Jingxian: ? ? !

His face changed drastically!

Lu Yingjiu was confused and bewildered, but Jing Xian grabbed his hand and said quietly, "...Is it not good enough for me? Is it because I haven't behaved well enough?"

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Jingxian added: "It was you who shouted several times in my ear, 'Don't be too deep, don't be too deep,' and I just..."

"Stop, stop!" Lu Yingjiu's blood slammed on his head, "Stop, stop!"

Jing Xian angrily shut his mouth.

Lu Yingjiu realized the discrepancy in his words, but it was too late.

For the next whole dinner, he persuaded Jingxian not to continue at night, and he had to hurry tomorrow.

Jing Xian took a long time to hold back.

The next day, they rode on to the next level in the ghost world.

The flow of time in the ghost world is different from that in the human world. Even if a few months pass, the human world is only four or five days old. They weren't in a hurry, but since Lu Yingjiu's injury healed, the speed of their journey has accelerated.

While resting along the road, Lu Yingjiu continued to study the formation.

The pen sketches and draws on the paper, constantly calculating and speculating, and the principle is unraveled by him.

Six or seven days have passed, and the surrounding scenery is full of bones, full of blade-like mountains and endless mass graves.

The ghost world is very large. Although it has a corresponding relationship with the geographical location of the world, it is different after all.

For example, a city in the realm of the earth, corresponding to the location of the ghost world, is at least three times or five times larger in size, and even hundreds of times larger.

No matter how powerful the priests are and how hard the little devils are, it will take a lot of time.

In the past few days, except for Zhang Haokong, the ghosts have only found another activation point for the formation. Now Lu Yingjiu and Jingxian are going there.

Two horses stepped over the bones and broke several bones.

The surroundings were gloomy and cold, and both of them were clothed in big cloaks made of ghost fox fur.

Lu Yingjiu followed his horse, and a circle of black fox fur made his face white, and there was a soft light in his eyes, which was pleasing to the eye, comparable to a landscape in the barren scenery.

He asked Jingxian, "So, do you know how big the ghost world is?"

"I don't know." Jingxian said, "The size of the ghost world is not fixed. Do you know where the boundary of the universe is?"

Lu Yingjiu was taken aback for a moment, not knowing how to turn to the topic of science. He still replied: "The universe has no boundaries, it is expanding infinitely."

"The ghost world is also a truth." Jingxian said, "it is expanding forever. When the universe expands, matter will gradually thin out, and what will happen in the end, no one knows. But the 'matter' in the ghost world is yin qi , Yin qi is endless, and the whole will not become thin, so the expansion of the ghost world will never end."

Lu Yingjiu was really surprised this time.

He never dreamed that one day he would discuss the expansion of the universe with the ghost king.

But on second thought, Jingxian, the infrastructure madman, is undoubtedly a strange flower in the ghost world, and it is not surprising that he does anything.

As soon as he thought about it, he saw several tall buildings in the distance.

...looks quite familiar.

Jingxian explained: "This is a wind turbine I built. It's haunted here, and it's always windy at night. I think it's a pity that it's not good."

Lu Yingjiu: "...Okay."

Sure enough, Jing Xian is still Jing Xian.

So go all the way.

At night, an orange-red bonfire was lit in the wind, and the crows on the trees hoarsely shouted. In the morning, facing the purple sky, they set off on horseback until sunset and dusk.

Two days later, they left the mass grave.

There is a plain in front of him, and the gray still can't see the head. A horse's hoof can be easily scratched, and the corpse can be seen underneath. Even at that distance, Lu Yingjiu could see a black beam of light pointing straight at the sky. In that dim light, countless ghosts danced up and down, like a storm, quite spectacular.

Strong rune paper fluctuations lingered.

This is definitely one of the formations.

As they approached, the ghosts stopped flying, all fell to the ground with their heads bowed respectfully, and greeted each other.

When Lu Yingjiu came to the beam of light, he wrapped his hand around the talisman paper and tentatively touched the light——

"Snapped!"

bounced back forcefully.

He whispered: "This formation is still running, and its power is only increasing."

Jingxian raised his hand, and dozens of little devils got the order and circled up.

The black light points directly at the sky, and if it can pass through, it can reach the human world.

However, the ghosts just rushed up, as if they encountered an invisible barrier, and fell down stiffly and hit the ground.

Jingxian said: "And it seems to be one-way, you can only come to the ghost world from the human world."

"Yeah." Lu Yingjiu nodded, "It must be one-way, otherwise the ghosts of the ghost world will go back to the real world, wouldn't it be a mess?"

Jingxian added: "This corresponds to the location of Yangjian, which is the university town of Shangyang City."

Lu Yingjiu heard the words and took out a map.

There is already a place on the map circled by a red pen: [Kangli Bridge]

Now he writes and finds Shangyang City to circle out of the university town. In this way, the formations of the two positions in the northwest and southwest are determined. When he returns to the world, he can go straight to these two places.

He and Jingxian stayed beside Heiguang for a few more days.

He drew all kinds of talismans, and threw them into the black light in turn to observe different reactions.

Some talisman paper brushes were pulled and spontaneously burned into ashes.

Some of the rune papers were directly submerged into the light, and there was no sound.

Some of the talisman papers were frozen into ice chips, and with a crisp "crack!", they shattered into pieces.

Lu Yingjiu could sit beside him all day, drawing new talismans and writing dense notes.

Jing Xian couldn't understand this, but he insisted on sitting next to Lu Yingjiu every time.

They all say that the words are like people. Lu Yingjiu's words are very beautiful, and the strokes are powerful and elegant. Jingxian looked at the serious and focused look on his face, saw his slender hand holding the ink pen, and saw the ink and ink scribbling out the words, and felt that every stroke seemed to be scratched in his heart.

When Lu Yingjiu is tired, he will turn his head and kiss the corner of Xian's mouth.

After that, the two started talking head to head again.

The other ghosts didn't dare to watch more, for fear of making Jingxian unhappy.

It's just that they stayed away, and one of the little sheep ghosts also took out a portrait of a stickman and asked, "Is this the white moonlight that Wang Xinxin is thinking about?"

Maverick replied: "It must be, or who else could it be?"

The little sheep ghost held up the stickman and looked at the light, still full of doubts: "He, does he have anything to do with the matchstick? I thought that what Wang liked was really a stickman, and I was still thinking, now Matches can become ghosts with resentment."

Xiao Niu Gui was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly took a breath: "Could it be that Wang has changed his mind?"

"...Fuck!" Little Sheep's eyes widened, "We won't be beheaded if we know the secret!"

The two ghosts looked at each other, both felt that they had broken the secret, and hurriedly acted as a ghost with their tails between their tails, not daring to say more.

After Lu Yingjiu stayed for seven or eight days, he finally finished his research.

At this time, the ghost sent by Jingxian found a new location.

They set off immediately, riding or rafting all the way, and arrived in the forest in the misty rain. In the middle of the forest, there is still a black light soaring into the sky.

Jing Xian said: "This corresponds to the location of Yangjian, which is Yunshan Port."

Lu Yingjiu marked it on the map again, and then stayed to study it.

For the next month or two, they repeated the exact same process.

Find the formation, rush over, and go to the next one after researching.

Lu Yingjiu listed the locations:

【Kangli Bridge

Shangyang University Town

Yunshan Port

East Side Bar

Yueshan sanatorium

The Second People's Hospital of Shuangfeng City]

There are two place names that are very familiar-

The Dongcheng Bar was where the Chen family annihilation case took place, and Chen Minlan died there.

The Yueshan Sanatorium was the place where Zhang Nianyun committed suicide.

Before Chen Minlan died, she sent a message to Lu Yingjiu on her mobile phone: [Lu Yingjiu, your time has come]

And Zhang Nianyun's password box is full of photos of Lu Yingjiu when he was a child.

Both of them have an important connection with Lu Yingjiu, and now, they are also related to this formation, so it cannot be a coincidence.

On the map, they generally form a circle, covering all the south, south, north and west, and almost encircling most of the country.

Lu Yingjiu was thoughtful.

The ghost world is too big, and the last location has not been found yet.

Jing Xian said, "Idle is also idle, why don't I go to the eighteenth floor to see my palace?"

"I've seen so many palaces from you," Lu Yingjiu said. "There are more than a dozen palaces, seven or eight large and small resorts, and various viewing cabins."

"That's different." Jing Xian said, "The eighteenth floor is my main hall, and I was born in the abyss there."

It must go.

As soon as Lu Yingjiu heard it, he followed him and said, "I feel like I'm accompanying the concubine back to her mother's house."

Concubine Xian: "Hmm." The tone was pleasant.

The eighteenth floor of the ghost world is the most dangerous place. If it weren't for the great demons and ghosts, and the famous priests, no one would dare to approach.

Its entrance is among the large swathes of other shore flowers.

Lu Yingjiu reined in his horse in front of the sea of ​​​​flowers. Looking around, the blood was red, and the petals like dragon claws swayed in the wind.

Obviously, the branches and leaves are extremely soft, and when the wind blows, they fall, but it gives people a sense of loneliness.

Jing Xian said that it was not convenient to ride a horse here, so he got off the horse and walked forward with the reins.

Lu Yingjiu followed closely behind him.

The flowers are too luxuriant and dense, rushing towards them with enthusiasm, and the road is not easy. Behind them, the sea of ​​​​flowers left traces like water marks.

I don't know how long have gone, but can see blood red from left and right.

If you are lost here alone, I am afraid you will never be able to get out, right?

Lu Yingjiu led the horse, looked at Jingxian's tall and straight back, and suddenly said, "Jingxian..."

"Huh?" Jingxian turned back.

Lu Yingjiu was stunned for a moment, not knowing why she subconsciously called out.

He smiled: "It's alright, I just screamed." He walked half a step quickly, side by side with Jingxian, "Maybe I'm about to see the place where you were born, I'm very happy."

Jing Xian also smiled, took his hand, and the two continued to walk into the depths of the sea of ​​​​flowers.

Again don't know how long.

A solitary wooden door stood in the other side of the flower.

There are no houses, no buildings, just a wooden door. The door was clean, nothing but wood grain.

"That's it." Jing Xian said, turning the handle slightly.

He grabbed Lu Yingjiu with one hand and pushed open the wooden door with the other.

Blazing white light and gust of wind blew out from the crack of the door!

The strong yin qi surged, and wherever it passed, there was a human face in the middle of the other side of the flower. Densely packed, all laughing out loud!

For a while, the entire sea of ​​flowers was filled with laughter and swaying faces.

Lu Yingjiu frowned slightly.

Jingxian had already embraced him and walked into the door.

White light flooded the whole world, and he narrowed his eyes, unable to see anything.

When the shrill laughter faded away, the surrounding light slowly dimmed, and what appeared in front of him was a wall of green tiles and vermilion.

The continuous walls of green tiles and red tiles are endless.

I don't know how this color was made, and it shone brightly in the light, dream-like splendor. A few strings of copper bells clattered under the eaves, which were pleasant to the ears.

Lu Yingjiu opened his eyes slightly.

Looking from a distance, the tall palace stands in the middle, piercing straight into the cloud like a sharp blade.

Perhaps because it has spanned a long period of time, it does not belong to any architectural genre. The aesthetics of different dynasties in the world are condensed at the same time, and the halls, attics and platforms are staggered. There is also the unique roughness of the ghost world. The ferocious ghosts and gods stand on the roof and are engraved on the door, as if they will break out with blood vapor in the next second.

Words cannot describe its majesty.

When the sun is dim, the layers of light and shadow are scattered, the bricks and tiles are transparent, and the gems are shining. It is a glittering city of glazed glass. The moonlight is like silver, and the clouds and mists surround the lantern. When walking on a high place, you can step on the stars all over the body. It's a castle in the sky.

Perfect creation.

Only belongs to the most noble king of the ghost world.

except for one thing...

Lu Yingjiu's eyes wandered, and on a gorgeous door, he saw a blank piece of paper.

On the white paper is a happy stickman.

There is a inscription of the idle dragon flying phoenix next to the match: [I love lu yingjiu]

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

He struggled to his death without any hope: "You only put stick figures on this door, right?"

"How is that possible?" Jingxian said happily, "This entire palace is all you!!"