This person is what Bai Wuchang said, her husband——Xie Qingci?!

She stared blankly at the person who came, looked at his handsome eyebrows and eyes for a long time, and indeed felt familiar for no reason.

Xie Qingci was followed by several monks. They seemed to be walking casually, but in fact they were in a formation of swords, always on guard against evil spirits that might come out around them.

Occasionally, mortals would pass by in a hurry, but when the two sides passed each other, the difference in temperament could be clearly seen.

Most of the people of the Nine Nether are thin and pale, hurrying and smiling.

And Xie Qingci and other monks, with their upright posture and awe-inspiring killing intent, looked like disciples from a famous family.

At this time, a monk from behind caught up with the team and said something to Xie Qingci, making Xie Qingci frown.

He looked around, and his eyes would pass by Qing Ying.

She immediately held her breath, not knowing whether it was nervousness or anticipation.

However, Xie Qingci's eyes calmly brushed away.

He couldn't see her in the realm of death.

Qing Ying only felt dizzy, strong thoughts prompted her to take a few steps forward, and called out to him: "Thanks—uh!"

She covered her forehead, and the intense sting of her soul made her let out a painful muffled sound.

Complicated images suddenly flashed through her mind, including the sword cultivator smiling with downcast eyes, the blooming flower crown under the sun...and the last look he gave her before he left.

Thousands of emotions are mixed together and gathered into a strong obsession.

meet him!

"Hoo...hoo..."

Panting, she casually wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, but she didn't care, her expression was solemn.

If nothing else, she should be dead.

Thinking of this, Qing Ying couldn't help smiling wryly.

She was angry and irritable, but she had nothing to say—because she didn't even know whether she was murdered, or the failure of the ceremony caused backlash.

Because he died in a coma.

Unlucky and unlucky, but it perfectly fits her broom star past.

After meeting her senior brother, her luck improved so much that even she herself forgot how embarrassed she really was.

But that's okay, there's still a chance.

After seeing Xie Qingci, Qing Ying didn't rush forward to join them, but took a look at the situation first.

The boundary between life and death is separated by an invisible "air wall".Like her, many dead souls saw the Nine Nether of the living, so they were very emotional and tried to rush to the world.But no matter how much resentment they have, if they hit the air wall hard, what they can cause is only a shallow circle of ripples, and finally they will cry miserably.

Qing Ying shuddered.

She didn't feel it when her memory was chaotic before, but now that she wakes up and realizes her situation, she suddenly finds it hard to bear this place of hell (both aspects).

She walked to the edge of the air wall and kicked a rock across it.

The stone is blocked back, but does not appear to be damaged.

She grabbed a dead branch and poked it, but was blocked back without any damage.

After repeated experiments like this, Qing Ying finally took the courage to stretch out her fingers and carefully touch the air wall——

It passed through without barriers, it was really as easy as passing through a mass of air, and then even her whole body passed through.

Seeing how relaxed she was, some dead souls wanted to follow her through life and death, but they were all blocked back, and immediately howled angrily.

The voice was so shrill that Qing Ying was so frightened that she couldn't help but look back.

Worried about causing trouble, she only took one look and hurried away.

A red-clothed ghost stared at Qing Ying's leaving back, his hair trembling with jealousy, and he immediately came to Bai Wuchang's side.

"My lord, there are dead souls escaping!"

However, he was pulled back by Bai Wuchang with a chain.

Bai Wuchang said indifferently: "Not in the list of the dead, not in the jurisdiction of the underworld!"

Just kidding, those who can cross the boundary between life and death are all evil spirits at the level of nightmare beasts.

He already thought that Qing Ying had an extraordinary background, and there was an indescribable treacherous power in her body, but now it seems that it is really the case

, most likely the same existence as the nightmare beast,

That nightmare beast has been haunting the Nine Nether for so long, has anyone taken care of it?

In order to subdue the evil spirit, the underworld killed countless soul officials, but there was no response from the heavens.

Now the underworld simply pretends not to see it and let it go.

Bai Wuchang couldn't take care of this kind of powerful creature of the same kind as the nightmare beast, and he didn't want to take care of it.

No one came after him.

This finally relieved the tension in Qing Ying's heart.

Her hasty footsteps finally slowed down, and she heard the whispers of mortals on both sides of the road.

"Xie Qingci is the chief of the ancient Sword Sect, the number one sect in the Donghua Continent, and the people he leads are also very handsome, maybe it can really work."

Others responded indifferently: "Aren't there so many nobles like him? In the end, they didn't just run away."

"The number one genius in the Three Realms, shouldn't it be the same? I've heard people say that he has to hunt the beasts to inherit the sect."

Two mortals dressed like idlers squatted in the corner and whispered, pointing to the sword cultivator team in the middle of the road.

They thought they were hiding, but they didn't expect to bump into a pair of cold and calm eyes suddenly.

"!!"

"It seems to be watching us over there?! Let's go, don't cause trouble!"

The two idlers were frightened and ran away in a hurry.

"Brother, these people?" Feng Ling nuzui, who was thin, showed contempt for the two mortals.

Xie Qingci said: "No need."

Qing Ying was only three steps away from Xie Qingci and Xie Qingci at this time, but they acted as if they hadn't seen her at all.

The reason is probably inseparable from her undead body.

It's just that Qing Ying couldn't care less about this at the moment, what surprised her even more was - didn't Feng Ling die a long time ago?

On the day Xie Wuyan led people to hunt him down, she was deeply impressed by Elder Feng Si who went crazy in public: he insisted that Xie Qing resigned and killed his beloved disciple, but the truth was that Feng Ling was unwilling to be ordered by the sect leader to kill his senior brother, so he was attacked by his fellow sect.

The revived Feng Ling.

Nine Nether City.

Xie Qingci, who came to hunt the nightmare beast.

She should have died one hundred and twenty-five days later... She returned to the day when her senior brother had an accident?!

An absurd and shocking thought emerged in Qing Ying's mind.

She looked at Xie Qingci in the crowd. His black hair was tied up, his eyes were clear and bright, and his speech and behavior were measured... It was the appearance of the senior brother in her memory.

After the accident, the clear and gentle look in the brother's eyes disappeared, and the gloomy and cold expression appeared more often.

After falling in love with her and supporting her, the senior brother's gloomy and hostile aura dissipated a lot, but no matter how flawless it is, after falling heavily on the ground, it will eventually leave sharp edges and corners.

No matter how much it is stitched and modified, the uneven feel will always exist.The only thing that can gradually polish it to tenderness is the love brewed by time.

The sudden appearance of the cold and gentle brother in her memory caught her off guard.

Qing Ying looked around, trying to find traces of hallucinations, but found nothing.

Why did she come one hundred and twenty-five days ago?Is she alive or dead?What was she doing one hundred and twenty-five years ago?

Qing Ying thought hard and couldn't find a clue, so she decided to try to get in touch with Xie Qingci first. He was the only clue she could grasp at the moment.

So here comes the problem.

——How can Xie Qingci see her?

Qing Ying didn't dare to rush forward, worried about triggering some hidden mechanism. After thinking hard, she suddenly squatted down and reached out to touch the ground.

The soil of the Nine Nether is thick and dull, like blood and mud.

Qing Ying frowned in disgust, but she used this to have an idea of what she should do.

...

Xie Qingci assigned responsibilities to each of the twelve people in the company. The sword cultivators teamed up in two groups to explore the treacherous and huge Nine Nether City, while he was in the middle to mediate.

The black-haired sword cultivator easily jumped to the highest point in the city - the roof of the City Lord's Mansion. He has excellent eyesight and strong cultivation base, and he can see the situation of the whole city.

And looking carefully, Xie Qingci's indifferent and calm face was full of excitement.

Rippled, and even frowned slightly.

The situation in Nine Nether City is much worse than he imagined, and this cognition is still deteriorating as he explores.

The evil spirits are dormant in every corner, and some of the disciples they have sent out are already fighting with them. During the day, these evil spirits are relatively restrained, but at night, it is afraid that there will be a group of demons dancing wildly.

Death is not a relief for the people of Nine Nether City—their spirits can never leave Nine Nether, and can only reincarnate in this ghost creature.

Such a fate, just thinking about it makes me feel sad.

Xie Qingci showed a look of pity and emotion on his face.

Since the period of experience, he has hand-written landscape pictures every night, and included all the interesting sparks he saw during the experience.

The little girl doesn't like to read scriptures, but is quite interested in anecdotes like travel notes.

Therefore, he planned to incorporate some talisman knowledge into it and present it to her when he returned.

He practiced for ten days, and took four articles in Fengwu Tuzhi. So far, he has written only 300 pages and more than 100,000 words, but everything went smoothly.

Only for the Nine Serenity Chapter, he didn't know how to write it for a moment.

After all, what he saw with his eyes and what he felt in his heart at this moment was not suitable for a little girl with a blank sheet of paper.

Xie Qingci frowned slightly, and when he was thinking about how to polish his writing, he suddenly saw a blank piece of paper flying in front of him fluttering in the wind.

There are charcoal and black characters written on the white paper—the handwriting is exactly the same as the one at home.

"Brother, I'm dead, you can't see me, think of a way!!!"

At the beginning, he recited silently, but at the end of the recitation, Xie Qingci couldn't help but lost his composure in surprise and made a sound.

What's this??

"Qing Ying?"

However, despite the questioning tone, Qing Ying watched helplessly, Xie Qingci faced her, and slowly drew his sword.

"What are you doing with your sword? You want to kill me??!!!"

The wild grass emerged word by word, piercing through the back of the paper, showing 12 points of shock and sadness.

Xie Qingci: ...

In all fairness, Xie Qingci has killed so many evil ghosts, and indeed there has never been such a ghost that mimics the handwriting of the people around him to approach him.

It's just that this Nine Nether is treacherous, and that girl is clearly returning to the ancient sword sect——

The front side has been filled with writing, and the white paper has been turned over, and the writing has become more regular, probably due to the limited space to save paper:

"I am your wife, but you want to kill me?"

Xie Qingci:?

Based on this sentence alone, it is definitely not that girl.

He knew very well that Qing Ying's relationship with him was just brother and sister, and she had no romantic thoughts at all. That girl probably didn't think there was any special relationship between a married couple at all.

But looking at the "evil spirit" who actually estimates the size of the paper and shrinks his own font...

Xie Qingci said coldly: "If you are Qing Ying, can you provide evidence?"

The white paper trembled.

In Xie Qingci's mind, the image of Qing Ying holding a blank paper unexpectedly appeared.

This height... She must have to step on her feet to hold the blank paper in front of his eyes.

The paper was trembling...it must be because of anger, she was usually tossing innocent paper like this when she was asked to write formulas silently.

The handwriting appeared hesitantly.

"You have a red mole on your left collarbone. You said it would itch when I kissed you. Does that count?"