When the ghost messenger broke into the door, Yan Dan leaned halfway beside the bed, dressed thinly, and slowly combed her hair.

Zhao Huanqin was quick-witted and pulled the slightest corner of the quilt to cover her, and said coldly: "A few adults are visiting late at night, I wonder what's the price?"

The ghost messenger hurriedly retreated outside the door and covered the door with a faint cover: "Someone broke through the barrier outside the ghost town before, and everyone chased after him along the bloodstains and came in to take a look."

Zhao Huanqin's voice was plain: "So that's it.

Is this blood stain just found outside the humble house?

Since that's the case, it's better to search all the humble houses and be cautious."

"Maybe the person who broke in was not here. I'm sorry to disturb Mr. Zhao and Mrs. Zun's rest."

The ghost messenger bowed his hand, turned around and left.

Yan Dan turned to look at Zhao Huanqin and thought that this man was brave and meticulous. He could still hold on after suffering such severe injuries. If she hadn't been looking for an opportunity to take advantage of the situation, she would have been frustrated.

Not long after the ghost officer left, Mang Gui walked into the room with the medicine box, wrapped his wounds gently, and cleaned up the blood-stained bedding. After hesitating for a while, he asked, "Mr. Zhao, what's on your face... what's on your face..."

Yan Dan burst out laughing and lay on the table and looked at them.

Zhao Huanqin is really a talented person. He didn't even change his expression and said lightly: "Those ghost messengers have already suspected me. Next time, you must not make any mistakes."

The ghost drooped his head and replied softly: "Yes."

Yan Dan put her cheeks on her back: "Since we are in the same group now, can you tell me what you want to do?"

Zhao Huanqin glanced at her and looked down upon her a little bit: "You don't understand even if you say it."

Yan Dan looked at the Mang Gui and smiled slightly: "Then you can tell me."

Mang Gui looked at Zhao Huanqin and then looked at her. After hesitating for a long time, he said: "Sir, I stayed in Ghost Town for the sake of the Ming Palace, that Ming Palace is..."

"Ming Palace?"

Yan Dan suddenly stood up, "The Ming Palace you are talking about is not the Ming Palace that the ancient god left the last ruins?

How could there be such a thing really?"

When she was still in charge of the book at Diya, she found a manuscript recorded by Emperor Zixu, saying that the secret in the underworld was left by Nuwa and several ancient gods.

Once you understand the mystery of the Underworld Palace, the six realms will be controlled by the person who uncovered the mystery.

From this we can see that Zhao Huanqin is very ambitious and is really not a good person.

"You knew it."

Zhao Huanqin looked at her thoughtfully.

Yan Dan was seen by him and stood upright, and said hurriedly: "I have no interest in the Ming Palace or something. I just want to leave here now.

Since you promised before, I don’t think you will regret it, right?”

In fact, he really wants to go back on his word now, and she has no choice. They both hid the ghost man together, just a grasshopper tied to the same rope.

Zhao Huanqin nodded and said after a moment: "There is a ghost gate under Yewangchuan. From there, you can go directly to the mortal world. I will take you to the place when I recover my wounds."

Yan Dan thought about it and couldn't help asking: "Actually, when the ghost messenger came back for the first time, it was Mang Gui who pretended to be Mr. Zhao?

Then my current appearance is not true anymore?"

Zhao Huanqin smiled and said, “Since you have guessed it, why ask more questions?

Okay, you both are out, I want to be quiet for a while."

Yan Dan's mouth moved, and finally he pushed the door reluctantly. He heard the Mang Gui gently close the door behind him and whispered: "Miss Yan Dan, if you have anything else to ask, please ask me. Mr. He is seriously injured and really doesn't have the strength to speak again."

"Did you stay in Ghost Town for the purpose of the Underworld? But isn't it only the damage to the soul that can be left here?"

Mang Gui shook his head and smiled: "That's true, I will stay here only if I lack a soul.

Before you come, I often have to pretend to be a wife, and sometimes I have to pretend to be Mr. Zhao, so that others will not notice that Mr. Hunting left the Ghost Town to search for the Underworld Palace.”

Yan Dan thought for a while and said, "How did your soul be damaged?"

"If Mr. Zhao wants to stay in Ghost Town, there must be a reason. I...I am the reason."

Mang Gui smiled shyly at her, "I dressed up as his wife, and he could ask the ghost messenger to open the Internet and stay in the ghost town.

The sir is going to do something important, so naturally I can’t hurt myself, so…”

"So I hurt your soul and then pretend to be passionate and righteous, leaving it behind, in fact, to find the Underworld Palace?"

Yan Dan was filled with righteous indignation.

If people are divided into three or nine levels, then Zhao Huanqin must be the scum among scumbags and the leader among scums.

Mang Gui was startled and waved his hands repeatedly: "This is all my voluntary, really, it's not Mr. Zhao's business at all."

She paused and said timidly: "Miss Yan Dan, don't be angry, you are a good person, and good people will be rewarded."

"Good people will be rewarded, but stupid..." Yan Tan looked at Manggui's bright face and suddenly didn't want to say anything.

Mang Gui and Zhao Huanqin seemed to her and Ying Yuan, but she actually understood it.

Good people will be rewarded, but fools will not be rewarded.

That's why she ended up now.

Zhao Huanqin's injury was only half healed, so he proposed to go to the Ming Palace again and send Yan Tan to the Ghost Sect.

Yan Dan was so happy that she left this ghost place as soon as possible, but Mang Gui was very worried: "Mr. Ke's injury..."

Zhao Huanqin shook his head and gently tapped the corner of the table: "No need to say more, I have found a way to enter the Nether Palace, and it is not appropriate to stay in the Ghost Town. It is always good to do it earlier."

When he talked about the Underworld, his eyes were clear, and he seemed to be the only thing he cared about in this world.

The Manggui could only follow: "I wonder when sir wants to leave?"

“Just tonight.

I'll wait to think about some details, you all go out."

He waved impatiently.

Yan Dan puts his hopes on him, and even if he swallows his anger, he will hold it back. However, Zhao Huanqin is quite considerate and polite in dealing with people, and is still the kind of thoughtful and polite in his control and politeness.

Yan Danda felt from the bottom of his heart that a scumbag like him should be the "realm" mentioned in the Zen principles that she has never understood?

Mang Gui was silent for a while and suddenly said, "Since I'm leaving tonight, I'll help you disguise."

Yan Dan didn't know what she was thinking, so she blurted out: "In fact, it would be nice if you don't wash it off."

Mang Gui exclaimed and said with a smile: "You are used to seeing your current face, but you are not used to your original appearance, right?

But it turns out that face is what you really look like.”

She took out a handful of small scissors from the medicine box and said softly: "Don't be afraid, your own appearance will definitely be better than you are now."

Yan Dan touched her cheek and whispered: "Is there a mirror?"

The ghost took out a small round mirror from his sleeve: "Don't move around later, I'm afraid of hurting you."

Yan Dan held the mirror and saw a delicate and clever hand reflected in the mirror. He carefully cut a cut in the corner of her eyes with the scissors. The cut gradually peeled off and slowly revealed her original appearance.

In this world, her appearance is not unique, and there is another person - her sister - in heaven.

But she is in the underworld.

Sometimes when I think about it, those days were like a prosperous old dream, but suddenly disappeared.

I just don’t know if it was her who disappeared or the people who came and went in the dream.

Since she chose this path, no matter whether she was crying or laughing, she could only continue to walk.

She wanted to walk through with a smile, but she would find the lost things in the past one by one, just like when they were left behind.

Zhao Huanqin does have some skills.

Although Yan Dan didn't like this person very much, he still had to admit that if he hadn't led the way, even if she hadn't lost her immortal power, it would be difficult for her to break through the barriers and leave the ghost town: "If the ghost messenger waited for the ghost messenger to go door to door and find people, but you were not here, wouldn't it be troublesome?"

Zhao Huanqin looked back at the distance, and a slightly cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Who said I would go back there?

As long as you unravel the secrets of the Underworld Palace, all the six realms are in my hands, even the Nine-Level Heavenly Court is nothing.”

Some people are never understood by her in her life, and she doesn't want to understand them.

Yan Dan followed Zhao Huanqin and slowly waded down Yewangchuan. The cold river water filled his chest, as if he was back to the day of wandering forward in the Wangchuan water.

But at that time, she jumped out of the seventh generation of reincarnation, but she never thought about what to do in the future.

And now, she wants to leave here, become a mortal, or become a demon.

The worst has been passed safely, what else can scare her?

On the smoked river, a gorgeous but full of decay appears and disappears from time to time, and looks even more magnificent in the white mist.

Yan Dan murmured: "This is the Ming Palace..."

"The Ming Palace will not stay in a place without moving. I searched here for a long time before I realized that it would definitely stop here at this time and disappear in half an hour."

Zhao Huanqin's eyes were bright, and his tone was not as light as usual.

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew, and the white mist on the river became thicker, and he could hardly see the scene ten steps away.
To be continued...