My host is always busy

Chapter 280 Rural Mystery [End]

Without saying a word, Pluto just glanced at Zhu Ling, turned around and disappeared.

Bai Wuchang looked at Zhu Ling: "You must go back to the Nether Pool in the underworld to take a dip now. The typhoid fever of the falling lotus will affect your body even if you have the Nether Lotus."

Pluto left, only Bai Wuchang carefully explained, but this job is really a waste of saliva, hey, who let the boss run away?

Coming to the Nether Pool again, I didn't expect it to be for healing. Thinking of myself back then, I couldn't help being a little funny. I knew it would not be so easy when I agreed to take on this task, but she always felt that Pluto was hiding something.

Closing her eyes, a colorful lotus flower appeared on her forehead. Her fair skin could be broken by a blow. Zhu Ling meditated in the pool water, letting the stinging feeling spread. The water seemed to have soaked into every pore of her, like needle pricks. It feels really uncomfortable.

But the wound on the arm, which was healed by the knife, was filled with black gas.

Zhu Ling closed her eyes, followed what Bai Wuchang said, and put away all distracting thoughts. The sky-blue pool water began to emit heat, covering her whole body in it. The black air was no longer spreading, as if she was trapped in a glass cover. Same, want to hide, but have nowhere to go.

What Zhu Ling didn't know was that the moment she closed her eyes, the silver bell on her ankle moved, but it was only for a moment.

Somewhere in the underworld, there are countless black mist spreading. There is no sunlight, no light, and it is lifeless all day long. Year after year, day after day, there is no grass and no human habitation.

A luxurious ancient mansion, located in the center, there is no noisy sound in the mansion, there is a clear stream, I don't know who is playing the xylophone, occasionally there is the sound of high mountains and flowing water, clear as splashing jade, trembling like dragons, It can be seen that the people who play the piano are highly skilled.

"Master." A man in an ancient white robe, with disheveled black hair, and long white fingers, as if given by God, jumped and plucked between the strings. In front of the man, kneeling in a black tights The man lowered his head and knelt on one knee, not daring to look up.

"What's the matter?" The deep voice was surprisingly flat, as if nothing happened and she cared about it.

"Hou Shu failed." The man lowered his head even lower.

"Oh? Dead?" The sound of the piano was melodious and pleasant.

"Yes." The man replied hesitantly, as if he was afraid of the man playing the piano: "Master, why don't you let the subordinate down..."

"Back off." The man raised his eyes, and his silver pupils glanced at him. The man kneeling on the ground suddenly felt a tremor deep in his soul, and immediately got up to leave.

But at this time, in the entire yard, not even a single bird could be seen. The charred black soil formed a stark contrast with the white clothes on the man's body. Should he die or not?"

"Zheng~" The strings of the piano broke in response to the sound, and a hole was opened in the plump index finger, and the blood that flowed out was black, dripping on the ground, and a black lotus flower bloomed from a drop of blood.

"Heh." The man didn't seem to feel the pain, he just looked at the blood on his fingertips, splashed drop by drop, and blossomed into black lotus flowers, but the man laughed more and more happily.

Nether Pool.

When Zhu Ling opened his eyes, three days had passed, and the wound on his arm had healed, not even a trace of wound could be seen, his skin was smooth, white and soft.

Even her skin was a little paler. The moment she stepped out of the pool, she vaguely felt the bell on the anklet rang.

But it was like a hallucination. After all, since the bell appeared on the anklet, it hadn't rang.

This plane - over.

(End of this chapter)