Against the background of the heavy snow, there is a sense of desolation and tranquility.
The birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and the traces of people in thousands of paths have been wiped out.
Just when Ling Xuewei and others were about to fall asleep, finally, the sound of footsteps was heard in the night.
Ling Xuewei suddenly woke up and saw a person holding a bamboo umbrella coming in the heavy snow.
Dressed in red, with a rustling belt, she is extremely elegant.
Like a scholar coming out of a painting, or like a blood-sucking earl in the dark night.
The heavy snow was flying, blocking the view, so large that the visible range was only one meter. Strangely enough, not a single snowflake fell on the visitor.
It's like there is an invisible invisible barrier around you.
As he walked closer, the snow on the ground melted step by step.
Finally, when he came closer, the edge of the umbrella that was covering his face was raised, revealing a face that looked like a monster but not a monster, and was so beautiful that it was breathtaking.
Those eyes were as dark as the abyss, dead and cold.
The eyes are a rare blue, but also have some silvery gray.
It should obviously be the purest color, but the plaster completely destroyed that purity, but it showed no contradiction at all. It seemed to integrate all the good and evil, righteousness and evil, black and white in the world.
Destroy the void, clear away the fog, and reveal your true self.
It's finally here.
King Tianqu.
No, maybe I should call him Hua Man Shang.
A name is a code for a person, but this man has too many names.
Ling Xuewei didn't even know how to call him.
Is it King Tianqu or Hua Manshang?
Or... Di Qianjue? Bai Qingshui? Evil God?
How can one person become a fusion of so many identity contradictions?
And now, who is occupying this body consciousness?
Ling Xuewei has no regrets about attending tonight's appointment.
In fact, she was also very curious about who the current King Tianqu was.
I saw the man put away his umbrella and slowly walked into the pavilion.
He came to the stone table and sat down. With a wave of his hand, a tea set and charcoal fire appeared in front of him.
Just light the charcoal fire and make a pot of hot tea.
Then, we waited.
At this time, an unknown snowbird flew over and landed on the table. The man stretched out his hand and began to play with the bird leisurely.
It was past midnight, and Ling Xuewei still didn't move.
But he seemed very patient, playing with the birds or pouring a pot of tea from time to time.
The curls of white smoke steamed over his beautiful face, adding a bit of sultry haziness.
Time passed minute by minute.
His figure gradually merged with the snow outside and became blurry.
It seemed that he was the only one in the world.
After half an hour, a slender figure finally appeared in the snow.
Dressed in black, cool and ethereal.
The long hair that stands up high is sassy and cool.
The man with his eyes closed seemed to sense something. He suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head. Those eyes were accurately locked on Ling Xuewei.
The wind and snow in the sky blurred the woman's face, making her cold eyebrows and eyes even more beautiful and fair as jade.
The black hair ripples in soft arcs in the air, charming the eyes.
The man was in a trance for a moment.
But when I looked again, it was still cold and cold.
It seems like what happened just now was just an illusion.
Ling Xuewei stopped in front of the pavilion and met his eyes.
The wind and snow were raging, making it chilly.
The two of them looked at each other from a distance away.
They seemed to be examining each other, and they seemed to be considering each other... It seemed like a long time passed, but it seemed like it was only a second.
"Coming."
Finally, it was the man who took the lead to break the silence.
He didn't seem surprised that Ling Xuewei would come to the appointment, and his tone was as familiar as treating an old friend.
"Please take a seat."
Ling Xuewei walked in, bringing with her a chill.
He walked directly to the man and sat down.
The man's slender jade-like hands lifted the jade pot, slowly poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to her.
"Drink a cup of hot tea to warm your body."
Ling Xuewei didn't answer.
The man didn't mind, smiled, and put the teacup in front of her.
Ling Xuewei still didn't move.
"Why did you invite me here? You might as well tell me."
Ling Xuewei's voice seemed to be quenched with a layer of ice.
The man didn't say a word, but just cleaned the tea cup, warm utensils, set the tea, brewed, poured the tea, and served the tea. The series of actions were smooth and flowing, but with a different kind of beauty and charm.
Ling Xuewei's frown deepened. She really didn't understand that this man came to her just to taste tea.
In the cold weather, she didn't have such leisure.
"Since you have nothing to say, I won't excuse you."
After saying that, Ling Xuewei got up and left.
I heard a faint sigh from the other side, "So impatient? It seems you don't care about Mo Jiusu very much?"
The atmosphere turned cold.
Ling Xuewei's eyes were like daggers and cold.
"I heard that you found the Netherworld Grass?" The man put down the tea cup, folded his hands and put them on his knees.
Deep eyes, looking at it.
"You want to go to the underworld?"
The man smiled broadly.
It seemed that nothing could escape his control. The news had been sealed off repeatedly, and no more than five people knew that they were looking for Netherworld Grass and Qian Huanxin, but he still found out.
Do you want to say that all their actions were within his expectations?
Ling Xuewei looked wary and remained silent.
"Don't be nervous, I won't do anything. I just want to tell you that the underworld is not that easy to go to. You are searching for the Netherworld Grass and Thousand Illusion Hearts, trying to break through the door to the Netherworld and go down in the way of soul separation. This is impossible.
It is different from seeking death."
Ling Xuewei's eyes flashed slightly, "What do you mean?"
"Are you interested? Why don't you sit down and let me talk to you?"
Although she knew that the other party had ulterior motives, Ling Xuewei still sat down again.
It was about going to the underworld, and she wanted to know more.
Even Grandpa Jiu and other seniors know very little about the underworld.
After all, no living person has ever been there, and the person in front of me...
Ling Xuewei will never forget that the person in front of her has the consciousness of an evil god in his body.
If he inherited this consciousness, would he also know about the underworld? After all, it is said that the evil god came from there.
As if he could tell what Ling Xuewei was thinking, the man curled his lips and said, "I can tell you the way to the underworld."
"Why should I trust you?"
"I'm just telling you what I know. As for whether you believe it or not, you can decide for yourself."
Ling Xuewei's eyebrows were cold, "Okay, then please give me some advice from King Tianqu."
The man took a sip of tea leisurely and said, "The underworld, also called Abi Hell, is divided into seven levels. Thorns, oil pot, hot, cold, hunger, capital punishment, final judgment, and seven levels of purgatory. Each level,
They are all guarded by a king."
"The underworld is easy to enter, but difficult to exit. Because if a living person wants to leave, there is only one way. That is to pass through the seven levels of purgatory."
Ling Xuewei tightened her hands and felt cold in her heart.
Could it be that he also...?
The hands under the sleeves were clenched tightly, and the ring of snow-white fox fur on the cloak made Ling Xuewei look extremely pale.
"That's right, if Mo Jiusu wants to come out alive, he must break through the seven levels of purgatory. From ancient times to the present, there is only one person who has broken through this purgatory."
