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360 Extremely insulting

Lin Chu stared at everything in front of him, feeling unspeakable sadness in his heart.

"Sixth Master, do you feel unwell?" Lu An looked at Lin Chu, a little worried: "It is difficult for ordinary people to adapt to the purgatory of our Zongzheng Mansion for the first time. We can go forward slowly, Master Lin is in the deepest part.

The Palace of Ten Kings. They should be interrogating Yu Chongjun at the moment, so we are in no hurry to leave."

"It doesn't matter." Lin Chu waved his hand: "You ghost guards have to live here every day?"

Lu An nodded in agreement.

Lin Chu pouted: "You should rarely come to this kind of place, it's too gloomy! If you see it too much, your temper will inevitably become gloomy."

No wonder Lin Zhi is in a weird mood all day long. The depressive working environment is a very important part of it. Living in such a bad environment all the time will drive you crazy even if you don't die.

"I'm not afraid." Lu An said with a smile: "A place like Shura Ghostland, Master Lin Yingyi and I both made it out alive, so what does this place mean?"

Lin Chu pursed his lips and became more and more curious about the Shura Ghost Realm. What kind of magical place could scare the entire four countries? Even his adoptive father was a little taboo.

"Did you really go to Shura Ghost Realm with Ying Yi and the others?" Lin Chu looked at Lu An and expressed doubts.

"Of course!" Lu An patted his chest and straightened his back. Do you need to doubt this kind of thing?

"Ha." Lin Chu raised her lips: "It doesn't look like that!"

It’s not surprising that the gloomy and bloody Shura Ghost Realm can shape the characters of Lin Zhi and Ying Yi. Lu An is really funny...

Lu An curled his lips, indicating that he would automatically exit the chat. Your expression is extremely insulting!

When the two of them walked to the bridge, Lu An suddenly stopped.

"Sixth Master, I can only send you here." Lu An lowered his eyebrows and said, "The front is not a place I can go."

Lin Chu curled his lips, quite holding a grudge.

"Good work."

Lihentian is the administrative office of the Ghost Guard of Zongzheng Mansion. Lin Zhi invited her here, but he really didn't treat her as an outsider!

"Sixth Master, walk forward along the Naihe Bridge." Lu An stretched out his finger and pointed somewhere in the misty mountains: "Cross the bridge and go eastward. At the end is the Ten Kings Palace."

Lin Chu nodded and stepped onto the Naihe Bridge.

The suspension bridge is old and looks like it has been in disrepair. After stepping on it, you will feel that the dilapidation is just an illusion. The wooden planks and ropes on the bridge are extremely strong.

Po is an illusion, but Akira is real.

While walking, you can lower your head and see the bottomless water of the Wangchuan River. It is like a ghost with a huge mouth that can swallow people up in an instant.

Everyone in the capital only knew about Lihentian, but no one had ever seen where Lihentian was. It turned out to be this truth.

Even if someone finds such a weird and gloomy place, how many of them would dare to actually step onto the Naihe Bridge and go to the murky and unknown other side?

Lin Chu crossed the bridge, spent some time, and found the Ten Kings Hall according to Lu An's instructions.

The bright room in the Ten Kings Palace is not as scary and gloomy as the outside.

Several large glazed lanterns were hung on the roof, and the ground was as smooth as a mirror, made from a whole piece of white marble. Under the radiance of the glazed lanterns, the whole room was filled with a cool, jade-like light.

A ditch is opened in the middle of the hall leading directly to the steps. In the ditch, the water is clear and large daffodils are planted.

In the hot summer, in this dark place, it is rare to see large daffodils blooming. The yellow and white flowers sway like a small jade cup.

Lin Chu pushed the door open and entered. The narcissus in the hall swayed from side to side, stirring up a dark fragrance that filled the room.

Narcissus is like a water fairy, elegant and colorful, but self-pitying. Intoxicated by its own beauty, it never opens its heart to others.

Just... he looks very much like a man with an immortal figure who has been in the shadows for a long time!


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