Jiuyou Beiming is located in the Demon Realm. The entrance is everywhere in a barren land. In the barren land, the strange rocks are rugged but there are no trees. The land is pitch black but no grass grows. Outside the barren land, there is a thick miasma.
The miasma is thick and sensual like fog, and is formed by the accumulation of thousands of souls. When it gathers, it becomes shape, and when it disperses, it becomes zero. If you listen carefully, you can still hear them talking.
I brushed my sleeves away from the miasma. Under the turbidity of the miasma, there was a long dark river. The river was turbid, like an abyss that could not be seen at all.
"There is no grass in the mountains, the peaks are not inserted into the sky, the ridges are not traveling to guests, the caves are not clouds, and the streams are not flowing..." The boatman hummed a distant ancient tune and ferryed. He didn't know whether the boat was too broken or the boatman's skill was too poor. The boat went forward for several meters and then retreated a few meters. After finally approaching the shore, the boatman took off his straw hat and showed a stunning face. His eyes were starry-eyed, and his handsome face was smiling: "Guest, please get on the boat."
Bai Chu smiled, not surprised that the ferryman from Wangchuan was Van Gogh himself. "I am here, will you treat me with a broken boat?"
Van Gogh stretched out a hand at her, "If the Lord of Nine Nethers personally ferry, will the guest officials still be picky?"
"For the sake of the Demon Lord's personal arrival, I reluctantly accepted it." He held his hand and got on the boat.
When his hand was about to loosen, he was clenched tightly by the other party, and then he pulled it violently. The hull swayed and shook, and the whole person fell into his arms. Before he could react, something on his lips was soft and he was separated by touch. Then, a sound of Qingxun reached his ears: "Call, this is the ship fee."
The two of them have always been vengeful and never suffered the only ones. Last time in Qingqiu, Bai Chuqiang bit Van Gogh, and this time in Jiuyou, Van Gogh kissed her back.
This kiss was light and shallow, and it was touched by. Bai Chu, who was thinner, narrowed his eyes and leaned half of his body in his arms. He stretched out his finger and raised his chin and bent his lips, "Boatman, you are so poor that you have only a broken boat left. Don't we set the date of our wedding?"
Van Gogh lowered his eyes and smiled at her transparent and bright eyes and the scheming smile on her lips, and curled her lips slowly: "My wife, I have given the betrothal gift, but I don't want me. This is a cheating marriage. According to the underworld's criminal law, you must enter the first floor of the underworld, the tongue-pulling hell. If you dislike the poor and love the rich, you will abandon it at all, and you must enter the ninth floor of the oil pot hell. If you tease the Lord of Nine Nethers, this sin is even greater. You must be thrown into the ninth floor of the hell and you will never be reborn."
"Huh? Isn't he only eighteen levels?"
"The remaining eighty-one floors are specially dug for you, and they lead directly to my bedroom."
"It turns out that if you collect too much betrothal gift, it's a crime. Boatman, don't give it to you again." Bai Chu pretended to be upset and pushed him away.
"How can I not give it to her?" Van Gogh hugged her waist with one hand and hugged the person back: "The future wife dislikes the little boatman being poor. If she doesn't give her more betrothal gifts to improve her, the little lady will have reason to break off the engagement."
"Can you retreat?"
“Can’t retreat.”
"Where is the betrothal gift?"
“Show delivery.”
"I have blamed my lord in Xuanqiong Realm."
"Next time, let her blame me."
The two of them snuggled together, calmly talking and laughing, and the dark tides surging deep in their eyes, making them treacherous and changeable, and very mysterious.
The ship helped Kamize and walked very quickly. He arrived at the underworld soon after.
The gate of the underworld slowly opened, and the Ten Palaces of Yama greeted him respectfully. In front of the people, Bai Chu and Fan Gu were a little distance away: "Your Majesty, I want to find someone in the Book of Life and Death."
Van Gogh spoke lightly: "You can't find this person."
Bai Chu frowned, "Your Majesty knows who I am looking for?"
Van Gogh pointed to a corner of the hall, "Someone will take you first."
There, the Grand Prince Bai Yi of Qingqiu threw the last book into the stove and patted the ashes on his hands: "Your Majesty is right, the beauty plan of my future aunt is the most useful to my aunt."
As soon as the book touched the fire, it was immediately swallowed by the flame tongue and turned into ashes in a blink of an eye.
Bai Chu stared at Bai Yi with a deep look, his voice was so cold that he didn't even have any unnecessary emotions: "I only ask you one thing, is this person on the Book now a fairy?"
Bai Yi smiled and walked up: "Grandma, you are the only one who is here to burn the book, maybe I'll see it--"
"Bai Yi!"
Before he finished speaking, he was scolded hard. Bai Yi's smile stopped slightly. She rarely treated him with such a serious tone. He subconsciously looked at her. Qingqiu's most noble princess had her eyes as cold as a knife and spear, and was terrifying: "Bai Yi, would you say it?"
The thick Shenze spread out from the hall with this question, and the pressure came fiercely. The Ten Palaces Yama bowed tremblingly, and a group of soldiers crawled on the ground. Their power was soaring that the soul that had just floated in from the hall gate instantly flew into smoke.
In the blink of an eye, except Bai Chu, only Van Gogh was free and independent. He glanced at Bai Chu, and an elusive brightness swept through his eyes. Then he bent his lips and swept his sleeves in the air. The pressure dissipated. The trembling creatures in the demon world immediately regained their vitality.
Only Bai Yi was left, continuing to bear the divine power.
The immortal who is in the world is only a thread away from the gods, but he has not yet become a god. The gods are majestic and forced their chests. After a moment, a cold sweat broke out between his forehead: "God, the Lord has given me the order, and you must not reveal any of them..."
Bai Chu looked at him, his expression getting colder, "I only ask you, has she become an immortal?"
The pressure became more and more severe, and even the breathing began to be unsmooth: "Bai Yi, don't know--"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Yi's face suddenly turned pale. He groaned and knocked to the ground on one knee. He tried hard to raise his head and squeezed out a smile: "Auntie, your nephew's mouth is very tight, you...can't ask anything."
His eyes, still with a cold light from swords and guns, gradually eased: "We will settle this account when we go back."
After the pressure on his body was relieved, Bai Yi breathed a sigh of relief. He rose from the ground with a bullet and stood still. He immediately had a heavy iron chain on his wrist: "Grandma, this..."
Bai Chu pulled the other end of the chain and looked at Van Gogh: "I borrowed a chain from Your Majesty, your Majesty will not refuse?"
Van Gogh curled his lips: "The things that belong to the Lord are the things of the Lord. If the Lord likes anything, just take them at will."
"Since that's the case, I won't thank you anymore and say goodbye." After the words, the iron chain pulled and pulled Bai Yi out of the underworld.
The two words "return to see you" will be said, and the two left are no longer in their sight. Van Gogh smiled meaninglessly and turned around and ordered Si Bu: "Take the backup of the books he burned to show me."
...
Ten servants lined up in a row, each holding a thick stack of books and stood respectfully in front of Van Gogh. Van Gogh picked up the first book, turned a few pages, and then his eyes were fixed. He put down this book, and then bypassed the eight servants in the middle, picked up the last book and turned to the last page. He narrowed his eyes, and a smile came from the corner of his lips: "It's all burned, don't leave half a piece of paper."
It was dawn after coming out of the Demon Realm. The sky was dark and blue. The morning light had not yet risen, but the bright moon was about to set.
Bai Chu pulled Bai Yi and was about to return to Qingqiu, but he suddenly stopped a hundred meters away from the border.
"Ayi, have you heard any sound?"
Bai Yi shook the iron chain in his hand: "Auntie, the sound of this iron chain is really bad. Why don't we throw it away?"
"No, it's the sound of fighting."
The sky is about to be bright and the cold wind blows, making the face cool.
If it were in the past, Bai Chu would not care much about any fighting sounds. This time, I felt inexplicably uneasy if I didn’t go and take a look.
Listening carefully, the sound of fighting was three thousand miles away from the Qingqiu border. If it were the past, she would not feel such a long distance. But this time, she somehow felt that the scene became clearer and clearer. The more she heard it, the more she felt that the atrium suddenly beating violently, and there was no place to fall.
"Ayi, did you smell it?"
“What do you smell?”
"The smell of blood." Moreover, it is a very familiar smell of blood. This feeling is very strange, so strange that it feels like something is going to leave her suddenly.
During the breaths, the two of them had been walking for more than two thousand miles quickly.
The closer I got, the more I felt that the more I felt that the more I felt. I was just thinking about watching the fun with Bai Yi, who had just come to watch the fun, and the familiar smell suddenly stopped. This kind of familiar smell... blended into the bloodline and penetrated into the bone marrow...
He suddenly looked at Bai Chu and saw the same shock and panic from the other party's eyes. The next moment, Bai Yi cut off the iron chain on his wrist with one hand and galloped towards the source of the bloody smell at a very fast speed. At that speed, he even left Bai Chu behind.
I feel so flustered inside, it doesn't feel good.
Finally, the two of them arrived at the accident site and finally saw the same person they were worried about. Then, they saw a long silk passing by the man in his chest.
Both of them felt a thrill at the same time.
Just then, they felt that the immortal zodiac that belonged to Prince Bai Mu of Qingqiu suddenly stopped in the world.
“Amu…”
"father!"
The air was filled with a stronger smell of blood. The two of them tried their best to step forward and caught the person before the body fell to the ground. The familiar face was pale and cold all over their bodies. The bloody body gradually began to break...
"Bai Yi, protect his soul!" Bai Chu threw down a sentence, turned over neatly in the air, and at a very fast speed, he grabbed the corner of Chang Ling, who was about to disappear and escape, and pulled it back.
On the other side of Chang Ling, the culprit who was hiding his body suddenly appeared in Bai Chu's pull and pull. The blood-stained Chang Ling floated in the air, and a panicked face appeared behind her.
This is a face that is usually pure and noble. At this moment, there is no trace of blood on her face, as pale as paper. She looked at Bai Chu in horror, and waved her hands and retreated: "Bai Chu, it's not me... I don't know what's going on..."
Bai Chu's eyes suddenly became harsh: "Chi Sheng!"
"Bai Chu... Listen to my explanation... I didn't want to kill him... I just..." Chi Sheng looked panicked, and his words were incoherent, "It was not me who killed him, it was not me... it was not--"
When I went backwards, I didn't pay attention to my feet, stepped on the stone, and staggered. It was during this trip that something fell out of her sleeve.