The one who came to pick up the prince was that idiot Niutou.

The underworld also depends on who serves the dishes. Since the princes are all dead, this face will be sold to King Guang of Qin.

The only way to go is through the back door.

Niu Tou's hand and foot shackles were just a formality.

Not to mention that he had an unusual relationship with his own prince, but he didn't have the guts to put him on the cuffs. He was used to being beaten, so he had some ideas in his mind.

The prince pushed open the door with all his strength, and Shi Shiran moved forward with his hands behind his back.

King Guang of Qin had already ordered people to prepare wine and wait in front of the palace. The foot soldiers responsible for escorting the princes only dared to kneel and wait outside the palace.

The prince only tasted the wine briefly. He was not used to drinking the wine from the underworld, but the prince's face was even more unbearable.

"Your Majesty, Lord Fu." The prince raised his hand.

King Qin Guang waved his hands, with no trace of joy or sorrow on his face: "Now that person is back and has made his attitude clear, some people will naturally straighten their backs, and now even I can't help you with your matter."

"I knew he was back, so I hurried down to see how angry he was." The prince had a smile on his lips.

King Qin Guang knew his temper, so he changed the subject and asked, "Have you made enough plans?"

"When the soldiers come, they will cover up the water and the earth." The prince said nonchalantly.

King Qin Guang bowed his hands to the prince in a rare gesture, turned around and walked back to the palace.

The underworld soldier who was kneeling beside him dared to stand up and extended his hand to invite him to go on his way.

"The prince is dead!" A hearty laughter came from the fifth hall, "Zhou Village, go and release him!"

"Your Majesty, I accept the decree!" Zhou Cun knelt down outside the palace and responded loudly.

After standing up and taking a few steps back, Zhou Cun turned around and strode away.

The crack on Xuan Jia's chest instantly returned to its original state. Since the prince was dead, he gave up his obsession.

He knew clearly in his heart the person whom the emperor released. This person was like a prince, and to the emperor, he was like a fish in the throat.

If you can't kill, it will easily violate other people's taboos. If you let go of your worries, you will be even more worried if you keep them.

But since the prince is dead, letting him go will be a hundred benefits without any harm.

Zhou Cun ordered people to open the heavy prison door.

"Come out!" the jailer shouted.

The sound of heavy iron chains came from the dark cell.

A figure with iron ropes all over its body and weights at its feet slowly walked out.

His hair was disheveled, with messy hair covering his face.

"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be a kid from Zhou Village, haha."

Zhou Cun frowned and looked at him and said: "The prince is dead. Your Majesty ordered me to let you out!"

"Why, King Yama will sometimes be afraid?" The prisoner spoke rudely, as if even the Lord of the Palace did not take him seriously.

"How dare you!" Zhou Cun tightly held the Mo Dao across the man's neck and said angrily, "How can you call the Lord by his name?"

"If you're afraid, you're afraid. If I am really of the same mind as the prince, who among you, you, and you will not be afraid?" The heavy iron chain made a harsh noise as he pointed.

There was silence for a moment.

"I'm going to take a bath, change my clothes, and meet the prince," the prisoner spread his arms and said with a smile, "Why are you still standing there, untie yourself!"

The jailer couldn't stand his arrogance, so he whipped him angrily.

A flash of light flashed in the man's eyes, and he exerted force with one hand, and the iron rope was directly wrapped around the jailer's neck as if obeying his orders. With a slight pull, the jailer was strangled to death on the iron rope like a dead dog.

"Untie it, Lord Zhoucun?"

Zhou Cun had a gloomy face, and his facial muscles trembled as he put down the Mo Dao.

For a moment just now, he really wanted to cut him off with a knife, but this man didn't care at all about his murderous intention, which made his momentum drop again.

My heart is filled with resentment.

The prince followed the escorting jailer all the way, which was more like an outing to him.

Although I have always been to the underworld, this is the first time I have traveled to so many places.

The destination of this trip was the second palace of King Chu Jiang, and the prince knew that this must be King Qin Guang’s idea.

Now among the ten halls of Yama, only the second hall has a good relationship with the first hall. Although it is not in the same situation as the other halls, paper cannot cover the fire after all, and the underworld is probably not far away from chaos.

When we reached a mountain road, there was a pavilion on the slope. From a distance, the prince saw several people waiting in the pavilion.

A man in black robe and white clothes is cooking hot pot in the pavilion with great interest.

Zhou Cun stood aside with a long face and two ghost soldiers, obviously keeping a distance from the man, as if what was cooking on the table was not hot pot, but feces and urine in the toilet.

The prince smiled, it was a good relationship, he knew everyone except the two ghost soldiers.

Seeing that a pair of bowls, chopsticks and wine glasses had been placed opposite the man in white, the prince sat down unceremoniously.

A drop of cold sweat fell from Zhou Cun's forehead, and the Mo Dao in his hand made a buzzing sound.

The man in white's request to meet was also approved by the prince.

Otherwise, they would not even agree to kill Zhou Cun, let alone follow him.

"Try it! Although it is not as delicious as the world, you will have endless aftertaste after eating this meal." The man in white squinted his eyes and chewed the meatballs with a look of enjoyment on his face.

The prince also curiously picked up a piece and wondered if it was so delicious.

Also imitate the person opposite to put it in his mouth and chew it.

But after taking a few bites, he spit it out on the ground with a look of disgust.

The smell of burnt paper filled the nose, and the taste was dry and soft.

"What kind of food is this? You eat it so deliciously?" The prince disagreed with his taste.

"I just asked someone to cook it on top. This meal is a farewell meal for me, and it is also a farewell meal for you."

"You said goodbye to such an unpalatable thing, and I said goodbye to such a delicious thing." The prince knew him too well, and he always spoke in a roundabout way to hurt others.

The man in white clasped his hands and laughed.

"Compared with this dish, this wine is even more extraordinary." The man in white took a sip and motioned for the prince to take a sip as well.

"Isn't it lighter than water?" Although the prince said he was reluctant, he still took a sip on his lips.

It turned out to be really wine, the wine of the world.

"Do you believe me when I say this was kept secretly by King Yama?" The man in white looked at the prince with burning eyes.

The prince instantly understood what he meant, and it seemed that King Yama's hand had reached the human world again.

"How dare you! How dare you disrespect the Lord!" the two ghost soldiers beside Zhou Village shouted violently.

Zhou Cun's head hurt when he saw it. Hey, two more people were going to die.

"This is how the underworld is, each slogan is shouted louder than the last." The man in white curled his lips.

"After all, we have many families, and we are following the policy of obscuring the people. Who cares if one or two die?" The prince drank the wine in the cup.

The man in white waved his hand and the two ghost soldiers were pierced by the golden light.

Zhou Cun swallowed nervously, out of sight and out of mind, so he pretended that he didn't bring anyone here.

"How about killing this one too? He seems to be hostile to both of us." The prince said half-jokingly.

"Okay, before you leave, consider it a gift from me." As the man in white spoke, his fingertips were already pointed at Zhou Cun, and a golden light shot out.

The prince dragged him through the village of Zhou and barely escaped.

"Why didn't you kill me again?" The man in white was puzzled.

"You pat your butt and leave, but I still have to be punished." The prince saw through his intention at a glance.

"You have changed, you are stupid and timid." The man in white stood up.

"This hot pot has lost its taste." The man tied up his hair and exposed his face.

This face is exactly the same as that of a prince!


Chapter completed!