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"Why haven't Li Lin brought him yet?"

The City God frowned, then stretched out, looked at An Bochen, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, put him into the oil pan first."

After the words came, the bull head and horse looked at each other and walked towards An Bochen.

His heart trembled, and An Bochen gasped, his eyes crossed the cow's head and horse's face, staring at the Chenghuangjun who was sitting upright.

He cannot die, nor can he be locked up in the underworld and will never be reborn. He still has many things he has not done, and many wishes he has not fulfilled... He has not seen her yet, nor has he seen his parents who have been away for more than four years...

The cow head and horse face were approaching, and An Bochen was panicked and anxious, and couldn't help but shout: "City God! If you dare to harm me today, I will make you die a bad death in the future!"

Chenghuangjun was stunned, then stroked his beard and laughed: "Hahaha, I am the City God, how could I die? From now on, you will be imprisoned in the underworld, so what can I do to me? If you have no sect and no backer, how can you prevent me from dying well?"

Upon hearing this, An Bochen was speechless and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what else to say.

As Chenghuangjun said, he was weak and alone, and today he fell into the City God and could not leave. From then on, he disappeared in Liujing. Who would care about it except Li Xiaoguan and Xiaohou?

Niu Tou and Horse Mist raised his foot and hugged his arms, lifted An Bochen up and walked towards the hot oil pan.

A deep sorrow rose in An Bochen's heart, and he was extremely desperate, but he knew that his good show in Liujing had finally come to an end for more than a month. Good luck and adventures continued, but it ended today. So many longings and dreams that were close at hand were also far away from him.

"boom!"

At this moment, the sky shook and the earth moved, and the entire City God Temple shook violently. A ghost ran in panic and shouted: "Master, something is wrong! The enemy is here!"

"Absurd, when did my underworld city god have an enemy army!"

The City God Jun suddenly stood up and shouted loudly at the ghost soldiers, but heard the sound of horse hooves from far to near, his face turned from black to white, and he stood there on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, the sound of horse hooves stopped, and everyone stood nervously up and down the lobby, not daring to breathe for a moment.

A cold voice sounded from the yamen gate.

"Who said he has no backer?"

Although the voice was cold, it was a bit familiar. An Bochen's body trembled slightly, and he felt a light bump in his heart, and he suddenly broke free from the cow's head and horse's face.

Looking back, I saw a heroic young man in silver robe walking in. The soft armor wrapped around her slender body, her hair fluttered behind her head, like a waterfall, and a silver snow mask hung on her snowy forehead, revealing only the charming chin, the cherry-like red lips, and the eyes that made An Bochen throbbing. The same eyes were filled with a smile at that time, bright and charming, and now it was like the bright moon on the snowy night. Although it was cold, these pairs of ecstasy beautiful eyes were enough to turn their lives around.

Under the nine springs, the city god in the underworld, the moon is hanging high, and the yin energy is calm.

The young and girl looked at each other quietly, and an inexplicable atmosphere flowed between the two, and a trace of feelings that made them difficult to suppress at the same time quietly arose.

However, just as the girl's eyes gradually became softer, the ungrateful laughter of the ungrateful City God came from the hall.

"This king... you are... a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding must be a misunderstanding."

An Bochen could see clearly. In just this moment, Sima Jin's eyes frozen, and his whole body exuded a bitter cold, as if orchids blooming in winter, so cold that it was hard to see directly.

Is this the real her...

Looking at the girl general who led hundreds of cavalry and wearing a heroic battle robe, An Bochen was slightly astonished and muttered in his heart.

In a blink of an eye, Sima Jin opened his robe and suddenly pulled out a three-foot green hair from his waist, pointing directly at the city god in the hall.

The City God was already scared and trembling. Seeing Sima Jin's posture at this moment, he didn't know that the disaster was coming. His eyes accidentally passed over Sima Jin and fell to the black-faced general behind her. The City God Lord's expression changed drastically and he stuttered: "Hei Wuchang? You, you... are the ghost army of the Sima family in the Yang Realm? This is the boundary of my Yin Realm Liuguo... If you cross the boundary privately, are you not afraid of violating the laws of heaven?"

"Sky Point?"

Sima Jin sneered, "If there is a heavenly stick, how can a hundred ghosts walk at night? Even if there is a heavenly stick, I will not be able to stop me."

Yu Guang fell to An Bochen beside him, and Sima Jin hesitated and put down the sword in his hand.

"Where is Hei Wuchang? Drag this old thief into the oil pan."

Sima Jin's voice was filled with coldness, but it made An Bochen feel warm. He saw the black-faced general pulling out Chenghuangjun from the hall and walking towards the oil pan as if no one was around. He ignored Chenghuangjun's crying and begging for mercy, throwing it into the hot oil and water, and then walked straight to the duke who was stunned.

An Bochen's heart moved and he hurriedly said, "Hongfu, let her live."

"Hei Wuchang, spare her."

Sima Jin asked without hesitation.

After the words came to his voice, not only Hei Wuchang, but even the more than a hundred cavalry outside the yamen showed a strange look on their faces and looked at An Bochen together. Although they all had a stern face, the surprise in their eyes was fully revealed.

After being stared at by more than a hundred ghost soldiers at the same time, An Bochen felt his scalp numb and he was very uncomfortable. He saw Sima Jin walking towards him with a cold face, grabbing his arm and walking outside the yamen.

Until this time, the Ghost Army scouts finally couldn't help it, opened their mouths and stared at them, as if they had seen something incredible.

Walking out of the yamen and the City God Temple, what caught my eye was the endless grass, flying in the cold wind, rolling towards the dark sky.

Fangze poured into his nose, looking at the familiar but strange girl beside him, An Bochen suddenly stopped and said, "Hongfu, you are not dead too, are you?"

The girl was stunned and looked at An Bochen, who was pretending to be nervous for no reason, and burst out laughing.

This smile seemed to bloom, bright and bright, breaking the ice condensed in her eyes.

"You're dead...and so, you're indeed dead once."

Sima Jin glared at An Bochen and said with a smile.

The young and girl looked at each other deep in the underworld under the nine springs, and a faint joy flowed in her eyes, but she didn't say anything anymore.

After a long time, Sima Jin looked away and looked at the City God Temple, which was stepped on by hundreds of horsemen, and had become ruins. He thought, "So, is that the Qian Po related to the Liujing situation?"

Amberchen nodded and said, "Yes, it has something to do with Dragon Girl."

"Dragon Girl... Yes, I have sent someone to build a shrine for Dragon Lord. After returning to Yang this time, I will order someone to send it to Moyun Tower."

Sima Jin said, then thought of something again and smiled.

"Xiao Anzi, how are you getting along with that old master Yan?"

Aware of Sima Jin's joking gaze, An Bochen's cheeks flushed slightly, but he didn't know how she knew about those things.

Sima Jin continued, "That Master Yan is a very interesting person. It is not accidental to appear in Liujing this time, so don't be neglected. I will organize his life and deeds into a scroll and send them to you with the shrine."

Hearing Sima Jin's remarks, An Bochen nodded thoughtfully. In a trance, he seemed to return to Jiangnan Liujing, where the bells and grass grew. The two of them thought about the situation with one word and one word, and they played in the capital, and repeatedly turned danger into danger.

"Xiao Anzi, if you have any questions, please ask, but there are variables in the Left Zuo situation? I can only stay in the underworld for three incense sticks and I need to return immediately."

Seeing An Bochen frowning and dazed, but he didn't know what he was thinking about again, Sima Jin felt helpless.

A man in Liujing was like a fish in water, facing thousands of troops and angrily beheading the head of the Li family, as if he was favored by the ruler and ministers of the Liu Kingdom, but he still looked like this, and it was really... but it was good...

"You are in Wu, haven't you been bullied?"

The boy's concern sounded in his ears. Sima Jin was stunned, his delicate body trembled for no reason, and he felt that something seemed to melt uncontrollably in his heart.

At the end of the dark sky, thunder suddenly came. After listening carefully, I realized that it was the sound of drumbeat. Accompanied by the drumbeat, there were iron cavalry connected into a line like a tide, shattering the long grass and rushing straight to the city god.

An Bochen held back the surprise and looked at Sima Jin again, but saw that she had been riding on the back of a horse at some point, her eyes were cold and heroic, with hundreds of riders surrounded her.

"Is it the leader of the Wujie Yin Army...?"

The black-faced general asked in a low voice.

Yu Guangzhong, the young man stood at a loss. Sima Jin resisted the urge to take a last look, pulled up the reins and shouted in a low voice: "Break the enemy!"

Seeing Sima Jin leading hundreds of cavalry into the vast field, An Bochen came to his senses just now, but he knew that she could no longer hear it.

Under the dark dark sky, the long hair that once looked like cherry blossoms had turned back into black hair, flying among the grass, touching the young man's heart, but after a moment, he drilled into the endless fog with countless Wu Kingdom Yin Army opposite.

The wilderness is empty and there is no more figure.

An Bochen's heart twitched, his face turned pale, and he heard a flattering voice coming from behind him.

"Don't worry, the Sima family's ghost army is well-known even in our Yin Realm, and there is no enemy of the Yin soldiers of the Dakuang Underworld."

An Bochen turned around and looked at him, talking to the tall and thin judge, nodding and bowing, looking flattering.

His brows frowned into the character "Chuan", and An Bochen said skeptically: "But she only has a hundred cavalry."

"There are no fears for hundreds of horsemen."

The judge lowered his head, stroked his beard and smiled, "Isn't it true that the eight hundred scouts are the king of the ghost army. Not to mention the three thousand Yin army of Wu, even if there are three thousand more, they are not the enemy of the one hundred scouts of the ghost army."

"I hope so."

An Bochen sighed inwardly, and could only comfort himself like this.

"I wonder when the Supreme Immortal will return to the sun? If I stay still, I'm afraid..."

“Just now.”

Hearing this, the judge sighed quietly, hesitated, took out a black token from his arms and handed it to An Bochen respectfully.

"This is the ghost talisman of my Liujing City God. The immortal can summon the lower official by just igniting the Yin pattern on the back."

An Bochen took the ghost talisman curiously, looked down, suddenly felt his body sinking, caught off guard, and fell into the undulating dark patterns like ripples...

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Liujing, at dusk, the flowing clouds are flying, and the sunset is falling.

An Bochen opened his eyes in a daze and yawned. What caught his eye was Li Xiaoguan with a concern.
Chapter completed!