"I was persecuted by the traitor, and my grandfather was so angry that he died of this."

Qin Mu said gritting his teeth.

Old man Qiu breathed a breath and sighed:

"The Storm and Clouds Entering the Face Art is indeed fascinating, but I won't exchange my life for it."

"It's just the number one name in the world. I don't know why he is so persistent."

Qin Mu couldn't believe it: "Master, do you think my grandfather is to be the strongest master of the court?"

“It’s hard not to doubt.”

Qin Mu's fists were clenched, thinking that Old Man Qiu was calm and witty on his usual days, but now he was like an idiot.

He said bluntly:

"The Enlightenment Skill was requested by the King of Hell in the past dynasties to protect our Qin family for generations."

"The superior follows the destiny of heaven and the inferior is the imperial fortune. This is the great responsibility of heaven and must not be leaked."

"My grandfather had no choice, including me, but he lost his generation."

"He didn't die if he felt sorry for entering the Face Jue, but died with great shame and died unjustly!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Old Man Qiu's eyes suddenly changed several times, like a frightened bird.

"This is all your one-sided words. Maybe you have been brainwashed for generations of Qin people."

"I'm also directly responsible for the King of Hell. Even I haven't visited the Huangquan to meet the Yin God, nonsense!"

Old Man Qiu didn't believe it.

Qin Mu smiled and said:

"Then you have a very comfortable life. I walked across the Huangquan Road, crossed the Wangchuan River, and crossed the Naihe Bridge."

"It is to find the lost fragments. And as a Taoist priest, isn't it a compulsory course to enter the palace?"

"Why didn't I think I could go and verify it myself?"

Old Man Qiu slapped the table and said:

"What tone are you talking to me? I am your master!"

"Do you think I'm afraid of death? I just don't think the King of Hell will meet an unknown person like me!"

As he said that, he got up and wanted to set up an altar, as if he was going to come true.

I saw him picking up the peach wood sword and keeping tribute on the wooden table, as if he was inviting the ancestor.

Qin Mu knew him, even though Old Man Qiu felt guilty, he would definitely do it for the sake of face.

Seeing this, he had to lay a step:

"Forget it, master, stop messing around. I can invite the King of Hell up, you don't have to go down."

"Oh? It seems that the people of your Qin family have made up so that they even believed themselves. Why do you want the King of Hell?"

Old man Qiu was so amused and crying.

"Just contact, not asking him to really live in the world."

"Okay, okay, if this is true, I will apologize to your grandfather and grandson!" Old Man Qiu turned the railway decisively.

Qin Mu nodded, but in fact he had never tried it.

Then he took out the spiritual cup that the King of Hell gave him personally. When Old Man Qiu saw the green copper color, he immediately looked serious.

"This is……"

"Spiritual Cup." Qin Mu replied casually.

Little did he know that this thing was only produced by the underworld, and he could take it out, so Old Man Qiu had guessed that what Qin Mu said was true.

But the Tongling Cup can invite people, and the person who invites the Yin staff of the underworld is not necessarily the King of Hell.

Old Man Qiu was just waiting to see who Qin Mu would invite him.

As Qin Mu ignited the thousand-year-old sandalwood placed inside, Qin Mu shouted:

"Master, put your hands behind your head, press your head down with your hands, close your eyes and don't look up."

This is the first time Old Man Qiu has heard of this statement, but he still did it honestly, and his movements are a bit funny.

"I said, the Spiritual Cup is a magic weapon, and the Thousand Years of Tantan is the power, but where is the Dharma Yin? You can find someone by calling without dialing the number?"

Old man Qiu couldn't help asking.

"I don't know either. The King of Hell asked me to ignite the thousand-year-old sandalwood and wait." Qin Mu also found something inappropriate.

"Wouldn't anyone have the chance to join you?"

Old Man Qiu said and asked again:

"By the way, you said you have seen the King of Hell, what do you look like?"

"he……"

Before Qin Mu could describe it, the spiritual cup immediately trembled rapidly, as if something was about to rush out of it.

But the two of them dared not open their eyes, nor did they know what was happening on the table.

As a mouthful of black smoke emerged from the cup, a majestic figure as tall as nine feet above the heads of the two.

He was wearing domineering and solemn armor, and his broken black hair was casually draped over his shoulders.

Blood marks on his face were intertwined, and the carbon ash stars were covered with each other. He looked like a god of war fighting on the battlefield.

But his eyes were filled with astonishing hostility, and his body was filled with horrifying murderous aura.

This also means that the war he experienced was definitely not a war that stopped.

He is a hero! The Yin God who pursues slaughter.

"Well? Why did you suddenly come to the living room?"

You Tianjin looked down at the spiritual cup beneath him, as if he understood something.

He looked at the two people under his feet again, none of them knew him.

It seems that the Spiritual Cup mistakenly passed him up, but these two people are probably quite good at having the Spiritual Cup.

He originally wanted to leave, but suddenly he was curious about why the other party summoned the man in the underworld.

You Tianjin asked pretended:

"Why do you want to see me?"

Qin Mu hurriedly replied:

"Your King of Hell, I'm Qin Mu. I'm sorry to bother you and call you up because I want you to get a certificate."

"The next person is my grandfather Qin Zhengyan's old friend. He always thinks that my grandfather takes the title of "for himself."

"Now that the Encyclopedia Art has come to my hands, I hope you can tell him that this is the mission of every generation of our Qin people."

Hearing that You Tianjin was almost sleepy when he heard that the three words "Entering the Face Jue" appeared, he woke up immediately.

The Qin people? Entering the Face of the Face? In the hands of this Qin Wood?!

"Bastard, Yan San told me many times that I had lost my whereabouts of the Encyclopedia. In fact, he knew everything!"

You Tianjin's heart was exposed and he stepped on the table, but he didn't want to do anything.

He hadn't yet realized that he was not in the real world.

After calming down, he found that Qin Mu thought the King of Yama he invited did not know that the visitor was his Youtian Jin.

Just as he was considering how to talk, the old man Qiu next to him couldn't help asking:

"Who is talking? The visitor is Emperor Yama? How can you prove it?"

He had asked as respectfully as possible. After all, he lowered his head now, maybe it was Qin Mu's own prank.

There is only one voice that cannot convince him.

Youtianjin's face remained unchanged. After all, he knew very well about the current King of Hell Yan San, so he said:

"Qiu Shounian, I briefly reviewed the book of life and death and found that you are born in Gansheng, and your horoscope is..."

When the other party shouted out his horoscope accurately, Old Man Qiu had goose bumps.

You should know that the most taboo thing for the master of the picture is to be known to someone’s birth date.

In this way, I have to worry about being tricked all day long.

Moreover, over the years, no one has known his horoscope without relatives or reason.

Now that the other party reported it in one go, it was undoubtedly shocking him.

"Your previous generation was the former inspector of Jiang Province, opening cabins to provide disaster relief, sacrificing oneself for the people, and making great contributions."

"Therefore, this life is lucky and lucky, and has risen to the top in this life, and is highly favored. He has even fought against the ghost and god Qi..."

Old Man Qiu listened carefully, but was frightened.
Chapter completed!