"Why are you covered in blood?"

Suddenly, Si Wuyuan's deep voice came.

Bai Sui'an raised his head and looked up. Si Wuyuan was standing in a black robe among the blood-red will-o'-the-wisps. He was tall and slender, with a gloomy expression and a slight frown on his sword eyebrows. His whole body was shrouded in a layer of coldness.

Bai Sui'an was stunned.

Of course he was not confused by Si Wuyuan's face.

There was a person standing behind him. Although she lowered her head slightly and remained silent, Bai Sui'an could still see clearly. She was wearing the uniform of the Fengming Sect, with a shameful face, beautiful eyebrows and pale lips. Isn't this...

Luo Qingshan.

Bai Sui'an staggered up and pursed his lips tightly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Si Wuyuan walked towards him, pressed his eyebrows, seemed a little irritated, suppressed his anger and said, "Why do you look like this?"

Bai Sui'an lowered his head and looked at himself. His crimson clothes were dyed dark ink with blood. There was a hole in his chest, and blood was pouring out at the moment.

Bai Sui'an was frightened by his sharp gaze, and she calmed down and said: "I fought with that two-headed imp just now, and I finally defeated it. It's not something I can do if I get injured." She explained while looking at him carefully.

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Si Wuyuan lowered his eyes, sighed and said, "I should have come up earlier."

The King of Hell's heart suddenly dropped as he raised his throat. If this little girl complained, he would be doomed. Fortunately, he was a good boy, but his eyes stayed on the woman following him behind Si Wuyuan.

"Fuck! Why do you look exactly the same?" The King of Hell was shocked to realize something was wrong.

As soon as these words came out, Bai Sui'an tilted his head and looked at her across Si Wuyuan, forced a smile, and said tentatively: "Hello, Miss Luo."

Luo Qingshan was silent for a long time and asked: "Why are you in my body and still hanging out with the Demon Lord?"

Bai Sui'an was about to explain, but the King of Hell rushed to speak first and said in surprise: "Why is your soul here if you don't want to be reincarnated?"

Luo Qingshan was speechless for a moment.

She was originally going to be reincarnated. As soon as she walked to Naihe Bridge, she accidentally caught a glimpse of a person who looked exactly like herself. There was also the demon king Si Wuyuan beside her. She was so shocked that she couldn't say a word. She was afraid that the demon world wanted to use her.

The identity of Fengming Sect sneaked into the cultivation world and quietly followed them here.

"I came here to see what tricks the Demon Lord was planning to use in the cultivation world to harm people." Luo Qingshan said coldly, looking at Si Wuyuan with a pair of evil eyes.

Si Wuyuan stared at her, his obsidian eyes flashing with a hint of tranquility, and he said leisurely: "It would be better to save you than to save a dog. A dog can at least wag its tail."

"You!" Luo Qingshan's face turned pale.

Si Wuyuan's eyes were frivolous and he said lazily: "In my opinion, your cultivation is no different from ants."

Luo Qingshan's chest rose slightly, as if he was extremely angry, and he took a step back, "Demon Lord, don't be too arrogant!" He cupped his fists and said, "But it was you who saved me today. I, Luo Qingshan, am here to express my gratitude to you.

thank."

Si Wuyuan said impatiently: "Old man, you said that if the soul of the original body dissipates, it will not have any impact on the people who are attached to the original body again."

The King of Hell, who was trying to become invisible, immediately said: "No, as long as the person is completely dead, he cannot return to his original body, and there is no need to worry about squeezing out the people who will later become attached to him."

"That's good." Si Wuyuan smiled slightly, raised his sword and headed towards Luo Qingshan.

When he was fighting with the two-headed imp below, Luo Qingshan suddenly appeared. He could tell at a glance that she was not Bai Sui'an, but he had no choice but to fear that Luo Qingshan's soul would dissipate and cause harm to Bai Sui'an.

, had no choice but to protect her, Luo Qingshan still looked aloof and shouted that he would never associate with the devil world, which made it take him so long to deal with the two-headed imp.

Si Wuyuan always retaliates.

Bai Sui'an looked at Si Wuyuan with murderous intent all over his body, holding a long sword in his hand and approaching Luo Qingshan step by step, while Luo Qingshan, a fool, still had a heroic expression on his face.

She was speechless and didn't even know how to run away.

Bai Sui'an struggled in his heart for a moment, walked quickly to Si Wuyuan, and took the courage to hold his wrist. His wrist was very cold, and was suddenly enveloped by the girl's warm breath. She raised her head and felt aggrieved.

He covered his heart and said in a sweet voice:

"Lord Demon Lord, I'm feeling very hot right now. Can we leave quickly?"

Si Wuyuan's hand holding the sword trembled, and he glanced at her slightly.

Bai Sui'an felt his gaze and tried his best to smile sweetly.

Seeing this smile again made Si Wuyuan feel disgusted. He put the Meteor God Sword in its scabbard and turned around to leave.

There was a moment of silence, and his low hoarse voice filled the air.

"You feel pain, why don't you leave quickly?"

Bai Sui'an was surprised that he succeeded. He immediately picked up the Feng Xiao Sword and followed him. Before leaving, he left a message to Luo Qingshan.

"Don't rush to reincarnate yet, I will come to you!"

Luo Qingshan was stunned in place. Even more shocked than Luo Qingshan was the King of Hell. His jaw could hardly close. He thought to himself, this is really exciting, and it is much more interesting than reviewing the Book of Life and Death all day long.

On the way out of hell.

Bai Sui'an carefully turned his head to look at Si Wuyuan and asked tentatively: "Master Demon Lord, have you found the soul-guiding mirror?"

Si Wuyuan stopped, stared at her, and said, "What? It doesn't hurt now?"

Bai Sui'an felt guilty when he saw it, and said vaguely: "It hurts, as if being bitten by a mouse." After speaking, he raised his sleeves to prove it, revealing the bloody wound.

Si Wuyuan frowned slightly, and touched her wound with his slender hand. Waves of demonic energy came out. Bai Sui'an felt that his wound was no longer so burning, and a slight chill came over him.

"The soul-inducing mirror is not on this floor. You go back to recuperate first, and I'll go get it." Si Wuyuan said calmly.

"Then...why are you so embarrassed?" Bai Sui'an hesitated. After all, the soul-inducing mirror is for his own use.

"That's all, you find a place to play in the underworld and give me three hours." Si Wuyuan thought for a long time.

"Okay then." Bai Sui'an smiled softly.

In fact, the reason why she didn't want to leave the underworld was to find Luo Qingshan. Now it happened that Si Wuyuan went to find the soul-inducing mirror and no one cared about her, so she didn't have to make excuses to lie.

Si Wuyuan seemed to suddenly think of something, and his dark eyes were filled with a smile. He looked down at her and whispered:

"Can you gamble money?"

"What kind of gambling?" Bai Sui'an asked doubtfully.

Si Wuyuan stuffed a large bag of spiritual stones and a medicine bottle into her hand, and explained: "This is a spiritual pill. The pain will disappear after one hour of taking it, and your injury will be healed in three hours." After a pause.

After a pause, "Also, there is a casino in the underworld. If you are bored, go there and play."

It's quite thoughtful, Bai Sui said with peace of mind.

"Huh?" Si Wuyuan's final voice rose.

"Oh, okay!" Bai Sui'an replied quickly, opened the medicine bottle and took the elixir. The moment she took it, she felt refreshed and her chest no longer hurt so much.

The King of Hell just happened to come out of hell, and said with a smile: "You two are leaving, please go slowly and don't see me off!"

Si Wuyuan glanced at him coldly and grabbed his collar, "Old man, you want to run away before you get the soul-guiding mirror. Go back with me."

Bai Sui'an looked at Si Wuyuan carrying him like a chicken, and made a goodbye gesture towards them.

In the eighteenth level of hell.

For fear of finding another mistake, the King of Hell carefully read through the ghost records of the underworld and said hesitantly: "It seems to be in the evil mirror hell. I read it that the big ghost on this level is a scholar who failed the imperial examination and turned into a resentful ghost. His weapon is one-sided.

Mirror."

"Can a soul-guiding mirror also be used as a weapon?" Si Wuyuan asked disdainfully.

"You don't understand this. As long as you master the method of attracting souls and attracting souls, one of the souls can be lured out and become dementia and confusion." The King of Hell explained.

"Then let's see which one is more powerful, its soul-inducing mirror, or my God-falling Sword." Si Wuyuan held the sword and walked towards the Evil Mirror Hell.

The King of Hell was silent for a moment, looking at the Meteor God Sword in his hand.

This sword is thickly coated and ink-colored. There are blood-red fine cracks on the scabbard and hilt, emitting a strong murderous aura.

Three years ago, Si Wuyuan sacrificed his blood to the sword. More than 300 members of the Xuantian Sect, including his father, died under this sword. This was horrifying. No one in the world knew about the Meteor God Sword.

The King of Hell sighed, he was cold-blooded, but his abilities were beyond their reach.

"We're here." Si Wuyuan stopped.

The Evil Mirror Hell is different from other hells. There is no bloody light in the sky. There is only a gloomy house standing on the rock wall. The wind blows by and the wooden windows blow open, making a creaking sound.

The King of Hell was so scared that he leaned against Si Wuyuan. Although he was a feared demon, he still felt very safe.

Si Wuyuan looked up at the house, half-squinted his eyes and said, "The grievance is quite strong, so it is a suitable sword for sacrificing this deity."

The King of Hell hid aside as fast as he could.

In an instant, a gust of wind blew by, stirring up dust all over the sky, full of desolation.

Si Wuyuan turned his head and said impatiently: "Come here and go up with me."

King of Hell: "..." These young couple love to talk about getting lost.

He walked out angrily.

Si Wuyuan picked up his collar, flew up and kicked the house away. The inside was not as gloomy as the outside, but it was clean and tidy, with a path made of white stones.

Si Wuyuan stepped on the gravel road with his black boots and strode toward the inner courtyard.

"The jianjia is green, the white dew is like frost, the so-called beauty is on the side of the water..."

There was the sound of reading loudly.

The king of hell muttered: "This scholar is still opening a school here. He is really sick and has been dead for so long."

Si Wuyuan didn't say anything. He walked through the desolate path and suddenly it was bright. There were books and desks neatly arranged in a long corridor. There were five or six children sitting there listening to the lesson. When they heard the movement of the people coming, they turned to face them.

laugh.

This time, the King of Hell was frightened. These children had protruding eyes and pale faces. When they smiled, their rows of teeth were gone, and black ink flowed from their mouths.

This... this is what I read in my stomach, the King of Hell thought.

"These are all little brats. You wait here while I go and take a look at the back." Si Wuyuan left these words and left.
Chapter completed!