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Chapter 215: Going to Taishan Mansion to Save People

"Okay, no problem." I nodded and said cheerfully.

Lin Zhenhua paused slightly: "Zang Linger, do you know where the Taishan Mansion I am talking about is? Who is the prince of the mansion?"

"I know." I said with a smile: "During the Eastern Han Dynasty, there was a folk saying that after someone died, his soul returned to Mount Tai. During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the god who was in charge of the underworld and governed the ghosts was called the Lord of Mount Taishan. It is also said that the Lord of Mount Taishan was

He is appointed by an upright person and a direct minister, and is replaced every five hundred years. In fact, the so-called King of Taishan Prefecture is the Taishan King of the Seventh Hall of the Underworld’s Ten Palaces of Hell. And Taishan Prefecture is the Seventh Hall of the Underworld.”

Seeing that Lin Zhenhua didn't say anything, my smile didn't change and I continued to ask: "But Commander-in-Chief, as far as I know, the seven halls of the underworld are divided into sixteen small hells. They are the small hell of self-swallowing and the small hell of chest-breaking.

The small hell of Dijihuo Pihuo, the small hell of Quan Kangfa, etc. Which hell is that important person being imprisoned in?"

Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country.

But the information must be accurate. I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want to end up thousands of miles away.

"In the main hall of the Seventh Hall." Lin Zhenhua said.

What?!

Hearing this, I felt bad all over.

"Commander, are you saying that if you want to save this man, you have to go through these sixteen small hells?" I asked unwillingly.

What if the main hall I understand is different from the main hall provided by the Special Case Bureau intelligence.

"Yes." Lin Zhenhua nodded lightly, with a smile on his lips and said: "Zang Linger, do you regret it?"

To be honest, I regret it.

I really shouldn't speak so quickly, but...

"When will we set off? There is also the Commander-in-Chief going to the Seventh Palace of the Underworld, so I should set off from Wufu Town, right?"

Lin Zhenhua had let Xinyuehu occupy the third level of hell before. I wonder what the situation is now.

"Yes." Lin Zhenhua didn't seem surprised that I would agree, but continued: "Xinyue Fox has occupied the first, second, and third levels of hell. From the south of the Styx River to the north of the Nai River, we are all

territory. However..."

"But this Taishan Mansion is not close to the three levels of hell, is it?" Seeing Lin Zhenhua's hesitation, I answered on my own.

Don't ask me why I know that I have dealt with Lin Zhenhua and these soul-killing generals so many times.

Although I am not as brave as them, I can still guess some things.

"Yes, Taishan Mansion is close to the sixth and seventh levels of hell, that is, the Copper Pillar Hell and the Sword Mountain Hell. So you need to go down from the third level to between the sixth and seventh levels to successfully enter Mount Tai.

Mansion." Lin Zhenhua explained in detail.

But I couldn't help but cry in my heart.

Come on, this skill is quite complete.

"Then the soul-soothing person will come with me this time?" I spoke again.

Needless to say, the person who greeted me must be Xinyuehu.

As the soul general of Wufu Town, she will naturally be waiting for me there.

But what I didn't expect was that Lin Zhenhua actually said: "No, Zang Ling'er can provide you with help except the Soul Suppressing General of Wufu Town. You will not have any Soul Suppressing General to go with you. Because Kyoto needs it.

The defense line must be rebuilt, and the soul-suppressing generals in various places must also resume their posts. At the same time, unsuitable soul-suppressing generals must be replaced."

At first I didn't quite understand what Lin Zhenhua meant.

But at the end of the story, I understood that in this siege of Kyoto, he did not call most of the Soul-Suppressing Generals, but all of them.

It's just that some are in the light and some are in the dark.

And those soul-suppressing generals who have not appeared in the light or dark, such as Su Weiming and others, are the ones who should be replaced.

"Is it much?" Thinking of this, I couldn't help but worry.

"Out of the twenty-eight soul-suppressing generals, except for Su Weiming, only five soul-suppressing generals made mistakes in their actions." Lin Zhenhua replied.

In other words, most of the soul-suppressing generals still support Lin Zhenhua.

Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I understand. I will set off early tomorrow morning, Commander-in-Chief."

Since I don’t have any companions this time, I’d better start early.

"Okay, I will send a team of soul-suppressing soldiers to escort you." Lin Zhenhua said.

"Thank you, Commander-in-Chief."

Then Lin Zhenhua stopped talking, and I stopped asking any more questions.

Because he was indeed seriously injured and needed to rest, and I had already asked all the questions I needed to ask.

But before leaving, I still called my third uncle.

Of course, I originally wanted to call my dad, but I found that I didn't keep my dad's cell phone at all. Fortunately, my third uncle answered the phone quickly this time and listened to my next task.

The third uncle was silent for a moment and then said: "Lin Zhenhua would be right not to arrange a soul-crushing ceremony for you. After all, the more people there are, the bigger the target will be. And if the news leaks out, it will only be harmful rather than beneficial to you."

"I understand. But third uncle, who am I going to save this time?" Although Lin Zhenhua didn't want to say it, and third uncle might not be willing to say it either, I still wanted to ask more questions.

At least you know the other person's age and characteristics.

"He doesn't have any characteristics. You'll know who he is when you see him." Unexpectedly, my third uncle replied to me like this.

Sure enough, ginger is still spicy with age.

Knowing that my third uncle wouldn't tell me, I didn't waste any more time. Instead, I asked my third uncle for advice on the promotion details mentioned in the book and said nothing more.

Early the next morning.

I took the earliest flight and kept going all the way after getting off the plane, finally arriving at Wufu Town before noon.

"This is Wufu Town?" I was very surprised when I looked at the orderly streets in front of me and the rows of patrolling soul-suppressing soldiers.

After all, this is very different from the Wufu town where I came before, which had no rules, no system, living people, black corpses, and evil cholera.

"Zang Linger welcomes you." A cheerful female voice came.

Xinyuehu was already taller than the average girl, but now she looked even more heroic in her black combat uniform.

Can……

"Okay. Guo Yun's matter has nothing to do with you. If you want to blame it, you can only blame Feng Qingyu and the Feng family." Seeing my awkwardness, Xinyuehu immediately stepped forward and patted my shoulder.

Then, before I could respond, he directly put his shoulder on my shoulder and led me forward.

It wasn't until we arrived at the station of the soul-suppressing soldiers that she let go. As I walked along, I discovered that although everything in Wufu Town was in order.

But are the patrols and defenders too dense?

After all, Kyoto doesn't have such a posture as them.

"Not bad, I have made great progress after going to Kyoto. I discovered the problem just now." Xinyuehu smiled with satisfaction.

But I was a little anxious: "What's going on? Don't be too pretentious. Are those people from the underworld dishonest again?"

Otherwise, why would she put on such a serious attitude?

"When have the people in the underworld ever been honest?" Xinyuehu sneered: "But this time it's not the underworld that has the problem, but it's possible that I'm overthinking it."

"General Wu Fu Town Soul Repressor, you are kidding me."

Although Xinyuehu is a woman, she is more cautious than men.

The last time we seized the Eighteenth Level of Hell, she followed Feng Zhixiao, and we all cooperated very well.

Is she thinking too much?

I would rather believe that I think less.
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