"Squeak..."

The wooden door opened a gap, and only a pair of bulging eyes were exposed behind the gap, with horror in their eyes.

Curled behind the door, the grandmother was still in shock and looked at the boy outside the door tremblingly, her face constantly changing.

"Who are you?"

After a while, the grandmother asked carefully.

Qian Po knew how to understand ghosts and gods, so he naturally knew who An Bochen was. Chengping was born in Anjia in Yuanjing Village in the early years. Until a month ago, he was still unknown, but became famous in Liujing in a month. No matter how famous An Bochen is, no matter how powerful his achievements are, he is just a worldly mist. Her Qian Po walked through yin and yang, and took the soul of life in the blink of an eye, so she naturally did not fear An Bochen. However, she did not expect that An Bochen had a good relationship with the leader of the Sima family ghost army and turned the world around. Not only did she walk out of the underworld city god safely, but she also suffered the pain of bone possession for a day.

His eyes passed through Anbo Chen and fell to the daffodils that had broken into the flower fields, and a deep sadness rose in the eyes of the grand goddess.

Amber Chen frowned, hesitated for a moment and did not enter the room. He was silent for a long time and said, "Who are you? Why did you say that the visitor was Li Lin? And... this daffodil..."

Looking at the dilapidated daffodils all over the ground, An Bochen knew that it must have been the little official who was angry yesterday. These daffodils seemed ordinary, but since they were raised by the devout women, there might be some mystery in them.

A faint feeling of anxiety arose in An Bochen's heart, and then he saw the pious woman crying and laughing suddenly, she opened the wooden door and pointed at An Bochen, shouting hysterically: "The disaster is coming! You have caused a disaster! Now, everything is disrupted by you! The killings are together, blood flows into a river, and the city is covered with bones, hahahahaha..."

A sharp and hoarse voice came into his ears, as if a steel knife sharpened the bones. An Bochen subconsciously pinched his handprint and shouted in a low voice: "Let's!"

Suddenly, the strong wind rose, fell from the sky, wandering around Anbochen, and his whole body suddenly fell into the wind, swaying left and right, unstable, making people elusive.

Unable to find the object of venting, the grandmother was suddenly stunned and gradually returned to peace.

The afternoon sun stretched out the young man's shadow. Standing at the door, Amberchen looked at the old and handsome devout woman in a complicated manner and whispered: "What's going on? Tell me the truth."

The dry hair swayed in the wind and looked at the broken daffodils. The grandmother chilled and looked desperate with a look on her face. After a while, she raised her head and looked at An Bochen in a daze, and said with a wry smile.

"You know a lot, but still not enough. That killing should have happened a month later, but it was because of you and that little fat man, and it was forced to advance to three days later. Three days later, on the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, everything was not complete, and the killing was all the time. The seventy miles of Liujing blood flowed into a river, and the bones were connected to the sky, all because of your own cleverness!"

If it were in the past, Anbo would never believe a crazy and pious woman. But after walking around the city god in the underworld, Anbochen knew that this pious woman had the ability to walk through yin and yang and understand ghosts and gods. After she said this, her heart couldn't help but jump up.

"But it has something to do with the two snake monsters on Li Zuo?"

An Bochen asked, then frowned and thought, "Is it possible that Li Lin is the chess piece used by the two snakes to deal with the dragon girl, the five thunder method... The two snakes like to eat heavenly thunder and know the thunder method, why do they still need Li Lin?"

When An Bochen heard him muttering to himself, the grandmother just sneered and didn't speak.

The more this happened, the more strange An Bochen felt. The light fell to the flower field not far away, and suddenly remembered the pot of daffodils raised by Prince Liu Li Xuan.

Looking at the grandmother, An Bochen pondered: "Can this daffodil is related to the trace of the dragon girl? When the flowers fade, she appears?"

A strange thing flashed in the eyes of the grandmother, and she still sneered: "You are smart, but it's a pity that you realize it later. What's the use of knowing it now?"

Upon hearing this, An Bochen was angry, his face became colder, and he stared at the grandmother and said, "You must be guarding the flowers here, the dragon girl must be entrusting me. Just to bet for a while, I will sit back and watch?"

Qian Po was stunned, with a complicated expression, and smiled bitterly for a while: "Even if you tell you the truth, what can you do? You are a young man who can pretend to be a god and ghost. If you have insufficient cultivation, do you still want to turn the world and calm the great disaster?"

Clamping his fists tightly, Amberchen's face was calm, but his heart was pounding.

What Qian Po said may be true, or false, if it is false, it would be fine, but if it is true, how could he sit idly by? Qian Po Tao's great disaster was caused by him, An Bochen, and An Bochen did not believe it, just as ridiculous as he said that Li Lin was harmed by him. He has been away from the left for a long time and only came for the Dragon Girl. If the killing is about to arise and the great disaster is coming, it is also a destined thing. What does it have to do with him, An Bochen?

Even if it had nothing to do with him, Amber Chen could not wait for it to happen.

An Bochen didn't want to be a hero, but he knew that the road to cultivation was long, and if he could not stick to his own heart, it would be difficult to achieve something. He did not seek praise, but he wanted to have a clear conscience.

As soon as An Bochen was about to speak, he saw the grandmother trembling suddenly, her face full of panic. Then he calculated repeatedly, and the tortoise shell in his hand fell to the ground with a "splash".

"How could...be dead?

The next moment, a deep fear turned over in the eyes of the god-wives, and they shouted: "Escape quickly..."

The sunlight disappeared into the haze, and the grandmother seemed to be lit. Black smoke was emitted under her body, hissing, and in a blink of an eye it turned into ashes and poured all over the ground.

An Bochen's expression suddenly changed, and several thoughts flashed in his heart in the blink of an eye. He retreated without hesitation, vaulted his horse, and ran towards Mo Yunlou.

How could Qian Po Bu not calculate her own life span? She died suddenly in front of her. She must have been harmed by others. Who else could kill Qian Po who could walk through Yin and Yang, who wanted to block her mouth except those two big monsters?

As soon as An Bochen escaped from Anlefang, a circle of ripples appeared in front of the wooden house. A man in a civilian walked out of it and looked at An Bochen's back as he was leaving, a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Run quickly... If you are not a lay Buddhist in Wuxie, what's the use of killing me?"

The sun shines on the shoulders of the young master, and the dust rises and falls with the wind, but it cannot touch his clean clothes.

Turning his eyes to the broken daffodils, a trace of regret flashed in Mr. Li's eyes, and he shook his head silently: "So quickly, I almost caught me off guard. The flowers bloom and fade for another year, and the daffodils have finally withered, and you will come back soon."

A warm smile faded from the corner of his mouth. He raised his head and looked away from the young master at the height of the palace pavilion. A trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

When did the kind-hearted Young Master Li have become murderous intent with others? The murderous intent that had been nourished for seven years appeared and shot straight into the sky, so he could not hide it from the man on the high ground in the pavilion.

The eyes met and the two smiled at the same time.

After a smile, all the grudges, love and hatred were stopped, and only one battle was left.

......

On the seventh floor of Moyun Building, like most people in Beijing, An Bochen frowned and looked at the sky.

This day, An Bochen came to Yin and Yang, running around continuously, and only then did he discover that the white dragon was dancing in the sky clouds, moving gracefully, but it was not a real dragon, as if it were gathered by clouds, which was very strange.

An Bochen vaguely guessed that the white dragon concentration in the sky was related to the dragon girl, but he didn't know where it came from.

If the Qian Po said that it was not false, it was originally the time when the Dragon Girl appeared in a month, but now it is three days later. All this is related to herself and the small official... It is fine if it is related to herself, why do you also involve the small official?

Standing in front of the window with his hands in his arms, An Bochen looked at the sky from afar and began to think carefully.

What happened in the past two days passed by one by one, both related to himself and to the small official... Suddenly, An Bochen frowned, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Darcissus... Could it be because of the daffodil? The dragon girl loves daffodils, and the grandmother grows daffodils. Li Xuan is looking forward to the daffodils blooming day and night at the windowsill."

After thinking for a moment, Amberchen took out the ghost talisman from his arms and ignited it with fire.

After Qian Po died, he naturally went to the underworld city god, and maybe he could ask her about it.

But after waiting for a long time, An Bochen didn't even see the judge appearing. He was confused and An Bochen looked at him.

A circle of ripples rose from the center of the ghost talisman. An Bochen felt his body cold, his eyes turned black, and his whole body fell into ripples.

The sky is hanging high and the grass is growing, but it is coming to the underworld again.

The judge who must have been ridiculously hat led the cow head and horse face and a group of ghost soldiers to greet him, with smiles on his face.

His eyes fell to the official hat, and An Bochen smiled and bowed, "Congratulations to Lord Gao Sheng."

"I dare not, I dare not."

The judge who had been promoted to Chenghuangjun nodded and bowed, and then said, "Don't blame the immortal. I can't enter the world during the day, so I have to invite the immortal to come here... I don't know what is important for the immortal to come to find the lower officials?"

"Where is the pious woman?"

An Bochen asked straight to the point.

Upon hearing this, the judge looked embarrassed and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Don't blame me, the grand woman's feet were just arrived, and she was taken away by a master to reincarnate."

"Master?" An Bochen sneered, stared at the judge and said, "But it is a snake demon?"

The judge smiled embarrassedly and spread his hands, saying, "The immortal knows that my City God is not capable enough. Our cultivation is low and we can't stop that high... that snake demon."

He returned in vain again.

An Bochen sighed in his heart. Just as he was about to leave, he heard the judge hesitate and said, "There is a saying that I don't know whether to say it or not..."

After a moment of heart, Amberchen turned to the judge and said, "Let's say it."

His expression gradually became solemn, and the judge said, "Although the immortal has the help of the ghost army,... in short, don't be enemies of the snake demon."

"Why is this?"

"Although the immortal is a person who is practicing, he has no life root, that is, the life of life is not recorded in the book of life and death. However, if he is enthroned, even those with high cultivation level will not escape the shackles of luck and fate, and his life is revealed in the book of life and death." The judge said with a wry smile.

Upon hearing this, An Bochen thought: "My lord's meaning, because variables are born, I have my life root again? Life also appears in the book of life and death?"

“That’s right.”

"I dare to ask when will my life last?"

An Bochen asked quietly.

After hesitating for a long time, the judge showed bitter face and said with complex eyes: "Life and Death Book Record, An Bochen was born in the early years of Chengping and died in... the seventh year of Kaiping, on the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, he died in the disaster of war."
Chapter completed!