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"This is Guimenguan." The young man's voice was very gentle, but the name of Guimenguan made Yi Qingzuo tremble.

"You're right." The young man glanced at Yi Qingzuo and said calmly, "This is the underworld, the home of the dead."

"To enter the underworld, you need to take an identity card. The person with the identity card enters the underworld, and the ghost of the underworld enters the animal realm, and the living person in the underworld is allowed to stay in the underworld."

What the young man said was calm, but it made Yi Qingzuo's heart tremble. If he stayed in the underworld, he would become a dead person without a status. His life would not end, and if he entered the underworld privately, he could not even compare to a lonely ghost.

As he said that, Yi Qingzuo saw the young man take a tag from the table behind the door and throw it to him.

Yi Qingzuo caught it, and only roughly saw the words "Yi Qingzuo" engraved on the tag with a sharp brushwork!

Before he had time to look carefully, Yi Qingzuo saw the figure of the young man going away and walking into the pass.

The figure of the young man paused behind the pass and in front of the iron chain bridge, looked at Ren Zhihuan who was coming slowly, and said indifferently: "This bridge is called the Suo Ming Bridge, and it is the life of people in the world, and it is the only way to enter the underworld. road."

Yi Qingzuo nodded, looked at the young man, but the young man did not move, but glanced at him: "Remember."

The young man's pace is not fast, but the strange thing is that Yi Qingzuo can't catch up with the young man every time!
This reminded Yi Qingzuo of a magic spell called shrinking the ground into an inch in the ancient books of Yimen, but Yi Qingzuo had never seen anyone know this legendary spell.

When I came back to my senses, before I knew it, the young man walked away again.

Yi Qingzuo's heart has calmed down. After crossing Huangquan Road, seeing the flowers on the other side, and crossing the Wangchuan River, he followed obediently and watched silently.

The strange thing is that this underworld seems to be too quiet, but thinking about it, he has never been to the underworld before, so how would he know if the underworld should be as noisy as Yangjian.

After walking across the Naihe Bridge, Yi Qingzuo accidentally glanced at a stone beside the Naihe Bridge.

At first glance, there is nothing special about the stone.

But it is the most special place beside the Naihe Bridge!
It's a pity that the young man has no intention of staying.

After passing Sansheng Stone, we saw Wangxiang Terrace.

"This building is named Wangxiangtai." The young man said.

"This is the place to look at your hometown, isn't it?" Yi Qingzuo stared at the Wangxiang Terrace, turned his head, and looked at the young man!
The young man turned his head slowly.Yi Qingzuo's eyes shrank suddenly, and he felt an unrivaled aura from that young man!
He felt that as long as he said something that made the young man unhappy, the aura surrounding the young man would be enough to tear him to pieces!

The young man suddenly smiled, and a wonderful feeling of spring breeze rushed over his face.

This seemed to be the first time Yi Qingzuo saw a young man smile.

"You're right." The young man nodded, sighed, and said lightly, "Go up and have a look.".

Yi Qingzuo feels that he is treated differently from ordinary ghosts, but he doesn't care. After all, how can such a person struggle with an ant!
Before he had time to think about it, Yi Qingzuo's consciousness was sucked into Wangxiangtai by a force of suction.

He saw a room, exactly as he remembered it, but it seemed a lot newer.

In the room, a smiling middle-aged scholar was holding a baby who was crying loudly in the swaddle. The middle-aged man ignored the baby's crying and stroked the baby's pink face with his rough fingers. The more he did this, the harder the baby cried.

The middle-aged man kept smiling: "Your mother often said that the name your father gave you is not good, Qingzuo Qingzuo, what's wrong? Evergreen tree, century-old Guozuo, what's wrong?" As he said that, the middle-aged man's eyes were tinged with worry for some reason.

"As a father, I personally made a hexagram for you. The hexagram shows that my son must have a deep source of blessing!"

Yi Qingzuo watched quietly, showing a smile with vicissitudes in it.

It turned out that his father made a fortune for him when he was born, and lost ten years of life.

It's just...he never knew.

The picture in front of me is quickly lost...

A young woman was holding a babbling child, and a middle-aged man next to her was watching quietly, whether toys appeared in her hands, attracting the child's attention.

The screen is jumping...

The baby has grown into a child, with tears on its immature face, standing in front of the middle-aged man, looking pitifully at the ruler in the middle-aged man's hand, holding the book in his arms and crying silently.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" The middle-aged man reprimanded loudly, his tone full of anger!
Children dare not speak, but the price of not speaking is a board!

When the ruler hits the child's face, even if the middle-aged person does not use much strength, it is enough to imprint red marks on the child's face!
The child was beaten, subconsciously flinched, saw the middle-aged man raised the ruler again, choked with sobs and quickly shouted: "Father, stop beating! I know I was wrong. I will not dare to do it next time."

"Is there a next time?!" The middle-aged man glared at the child, but finally put down the ruler, and his voice became softer: "Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

"I...shouldn't...sneak into the ancestral hall!" The boy choked up and said with tears in his eyes.

The middle-aged man squatted down, held the child's shoulders, and said softly: "Qing Zuo remember, if it is not about life and death, you must not enter the ancestral hall!"
The child looked at the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man wiped away the tears on the child's face and said softly, "Do you understand?"

The child nodded heavily.

Yi Qingzuo stared at this scene, seeing the serious but unbearable expression on the face of the middle-aged man after lifting the ruler, a string in his heart was inadvertently plucked
Scenes of the past are unfolding in front of his eyes. If he hadn't secretly learned Yimen Qimen Dunjia back then, and hadn't gone out to show off, the subsequent things might not have happened.

The child has turned into a handsome young man, but now he is in a mess. There are shouts of killing behind him, blood everywhere, there are mothers, fathers, and others. The young man saw the ancestral hall not far away, and remembered his father's words , Desperate into the ancestral hall.

Screams sounded outside the ancestral hall, and the young man was lying on the ground made of blue bricks in a state of embarrassment. He didn't know what happened outside, he only knew that he was saved, but his father and mother were also dead. His face gradually distorted...

Yi Qingzuo felt the coldness, and reached out to touch it. He didn't know when he had tears streaming down his face.

The boy was a little older, walking alone in the primitive deep forest with indifference between his brows.

The woman wears a sword, five years older than the boy, and is the female sword fairy of Kunlun.

A few hermit sects that still retain their inheritance.

A meeting, like a sharp arrow in the dark, pierced the young man's heart fiercely!
The boy gradually grew into a young man, and the magnificent layout killed 103 family members, none of whom survived, including the infant.

However, the female sword fairy saw it, but she was not angry. The young man thought she liked him, until a sharp sword pierced his heart, and it turned out that it was for the inheritance of Yimen...

But then he thought that those people should not get it, because he didn't know where Yimen's inheritance was, and his father never said it.

The young man thought he was dead, but he didn't, because his heart grew on the right side, heavy snow, hunger and cold, he would probably die, but a brat proudly threw him a pancake, and he didn't die!
He remembered his father's words, the evergreen tree, the century-old country!
He decided to join the army when the land was shrouded in darkness!

It was tough, but he persevered.

At the end of the war, he returned to Dingjun Mountain despite trying to persuade him to stay, leaving behind all his fame and fortune.

Helping people do rituals, looking at Fengshui, and thinking about living like this for a lifetime!

Then he met that brat from back then, who turned out to be a tomb robber, and was tainted with evil spirits. He didn't recognize him, so he sent a piece of consecrated jade pendant to that person as a token of gratitude.

It snowed heavily that year, and in the middle of the night he heard the cry of the baby, crying so heartbreakingly, he finally couldn't bear it, and carried him back to the house. Since then, the grandfather and grandson have depended on each other for life.

Later, he suddenly had a feeling in the middle of the night, the heavenly track was opened, and the spiritual energy was revived. He knew that the big era was coming, and it was the only time in so many years that he used his relationship to send Yi Mu to the best university.

Because he knew that there would definitely be action above.

He thought that this kind of life would last forever, until the sound of help in the middle of the night, he saw the paper man, pointing his red lips. Life.

Yi Qingzuo was stunned, and slowly lowered his head behind his back, crying hoarsely, but not a single tear fell.

He is a ghost and has no tears!

The young man stood quietly under the Wangxiang platform, watching Yi Qingzuo lowered his body and wept, then watched Yi Qingzuo stand up, watched him stand for a long time, and then slowly walked down from the Wangxiang platform.

The young man waited for Ren Zhihuan to come to him, and said calmly, "Do you want to do it again?"

Yi Qingzuo shook his head in a trance: "No, just watching it once is enough."

The young man let out a "hmm" and walked forward.

After passing the Wangxiang Terrace, it is considered to have truly entered the underworld.

The young man stopped at the step in front of the Hall of Impermanence, and Yi Qingzuo also stopped behind the young man, and then he saw someone he would never forget in his lifetime.

It was a woman, no, maybe it should be a young girl more appropriate, she sat cross-legged on a huge chair in the center of the hall, her face could not be seen clearly but she knew it was beautiful, very beautiful!

An ancient book of ghost faces floated above the woman's head, covering her, and the immeasurable fairy voice seemed to be praying, and he suddenly had a realization in his heart, this is God!
He is the supreme controller of this underworld!
The young man turned around slowly, facing Yi Qingzuo, and said, "Do you know why I called you here?"

"I don't know." Yi Qingzuo looked at the young man and replied.

"Do you want to be a person from the underworld?" The young man looked at Yi Qingzuo, and looked into Yi Qingzuo's eyes.

Yi Qingzuo hesitated for a moment, then looked at the young man: "People from the underworld?"

The corner of the young man's mouth showed an arc, and he didn't shake his head or nod.

The young man took a deep breath and said softly, "Well, people from the underworld."

Yi Qingzuo was stunned, the amount of information was too much to accept!

"What?" Yi Qingzuo looked at the young man dully, and murmured, "What are you doing?"