After pompom enters Hades

The black mist slowly dissipated, and the ghost emperor Zhao Wenhe's expected scene of Yin Division trembling and kneeling did not appear, but four or five spinning soul hooks appeared in front of him, wrapped in strong wind!

whoosh-

boom! ! !

The ghost emperor Zhao Wenhe swung his sleeves suddenly with his old face flushed, and the four or five iron locks that flew over like rabbits snapped and instantly turned into powder.

However, the green-faced giant ghosts on these few street corners still have undiminished enthusiasm for catching big ghosts, their eyes are shining, and they continue to rush towards them empty-handed:

"The ghostly aura of these big guys is really full!"

"Oh my god, this ghostly aura is really powerful, it can even break a soul hook."

"Well, this yin qi smells like it's not a troublemaker from the underworld, just like those who eat rice, they're all fools from the underworld."

"The stronger the ghost energy, the better, anyway, the brain is stupid!"

The ghost emperor Zhao Wenhe has been in charge of Panzhong Mountain for thousands of years, and wherever he goes, all the people tremble and kneel down, but today he was scolded several times for being stupid, and his anger burst out suddenly with a terrifying yin energy !

Even Zhao Wen and the ghost ministers around him were so oppressed by this terrifying yin energy that they almost fell down, their hands and feet trembling.

The blue-faced giant ghosts who surrounded the past happily rushed halfway, only then did they feel that something was wrong, turned around and ran back with a bang.

"How can ghosts from the underworld have such a strong Yin energy!"

"This ghost is more powerful than Lord Hades, oh my god... I'm going to chase it!"

"Hurry up and hide in the Palace of the King of Hades, hurry up and hide away! Quickly hide!"

Originally, the ghost emperor Zhao Wenhe was furious and raised his hand to destroy this group of ignorant underworld officials, but when they opened their mouths and shut up, they were still Lord Yan, Zhao Wenhe's hands froze in mid-air for a while, and finally Hate to let go.

There are hundreds of yin divisions in this jade city, and it is impossible to silence them all. If it is for these few small officials, it will not be worth the loss if they confront the Hades faction in advance.

As a result, Zhao Wenhe's gesture changed from crushing to grasping, and a dozen green-faced giant ghosts running away carrying seductive ropes seemed to be lifted by an invisible giant hand, and their feet were lifted off the ground in an instant.

Zhao Wenhe: "Who called you to come here to catch ghosts?"

The voice was thick and cold, like a big bell ringing beside the periosteum, wrapped in an oppressive force that the underworld official could not resist, no one could hide and lie in front of the ghost emperor.

But if you betray anyone, you can't betray the brother who passed the cigarette, right?The brother who was passing the cigarettes found out this group of fools. These ghosts can't take the rewards for catching ghosts, and they beat them back.

Some of the blue-faced giants sucked the nosebleeds from the shock, some began to beg for mercy with snot and tears, and some began to cry:

"Your Majesty, we don't know either!"

"Your Majesty, you don't care about the faults of the villain, save your life for the little one, and when the little one finds out the source of the gossip, you will definitely report it to the king..."

There was the blue-faced giant ghost with nosebleeds full of righteous indignation, almost in the same hatred: "I don't know which bastard did this kind of thing. If I want to know who it is, I will definitely not spare him!"

The majestic look on Zhao Wenhe's face was gradually replaced by unbelievable anger. Who would have thought that the underworld had been handed over to the king of Hades for thousands of years, and that the officials in the underworld could be so slick and slick.

At this moment, a ghost minister next to Zhao Wenhe suddenly changed his face, leaned over to Zhao Wenhe's ear and lowered his voice, "Your Majesty, the situation in the Tomb of Conferred Souls has changed!"

Zhao Wenhe's face turned ugly for a moment. Those ghost hunters with low skills in Yangjian were not to be feared at all, but if they ran out regardless of life or death, and alarmed the Hades of the underworld, things would become quite difficult.

The Heavenly Court, the Underworld and the Ghost Domain are like three hungry wolves, staring closely at this piece of fat in the Yangshi. The Yangshi, which was originally the weakest and most humble, can be inhabited by strange goods.

And what the Ghost Emperor faction is most afraid of now is the successor of the underworld, the Hades faction.

In the dark streets of Yucheng, the dark wind and ghost fog suddenly dissipated, and more than a dozen giant green-faced ghosts fell to the ground, wondering what happened.

"What the hell is that group of big guys just now? Why are they so scary?"

"I was so scared to death, I almost thought that this was the end of my life!"

"Hey, who cares, I'm so unlucky today... Let's go and look in the corner, maybe there are other idiots."

"But we have to tell the other brothers in the future, we can't let Brother Yan...er, Brother Zhang tell us, or those fools will make trouble for him."

The other blue-faced giant ghosts nodded repeatedly, and were going to give a few general reminders after returning to the underworld, and to report the idiot's rebellion before the King of Hades!

A few blue-faced giant ghosts who had lost their seductive ropes looked at the fragments on the ground with regret, and imagined in their hearts what a wonderful scene it would be if they could lock those big guys back to the underworld...

Outside Yucheng, in the cemetery, the scene is grand and strange.

More than a dozen paper figurines cut out of rice paper that could be blown apart by the wind were silently digging the grave.Those who joined the grave-digging army with the paper figurines also had newly dug "corpses" covered in mud.

These freshly unearthed corpses were all the same as Zhang Yujin, with only half of his arm moving, lying on the ground one by one, digging the soil with one hand stiffly.

Now Hei Wuchang is not the true deity, Zhang Yujin has been imprisoned, Zhang Yu has not recovered after falling from the building, and the little pompom... is a bit full from eating prince crisps.

In short, all belong to the state of residual blood.

All those who can breathe and those who can't work together and work hard, and they will dig out more than half of the corpses in the grave within an hour.

Hei Wuchang was leaning against Zhang Yujin's tombstone holding the pompom, cutting the rice paper with one hand.

Suddenly, Heiwuchang's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly raised his hand.

The paper people in the cemetery, who were bending over to dig a grave, suddenly picked up the unearthed corpse beside them in unison, jumped into the sarcophagus in the nearest pit, and then closed the sarcophagus lid with their backhands.

Within seconds, the cemetery was empty.

Only Hei Wuchang, who was holding a small pompom, and Zhang Yu, who stood up by force, were still outside the grave.

Zhang Yu's expression became tense in an instant. Hei Wuchang sensed his subordinate's gaze when he looked at his immediate boss, and said lightly, "Don't just think about fleeing to hell this time, remember to use a porcelain bottle."

One of Zhang Yu's hands was already holding the ghost order, and he hurriedly let go of it in embarrassment, and turned to touch the porcelain bottle.

At this moment, a wave-like black mist swept across the entire cemetery. In less than half a second, the cemetery shone by the silver-white moonlight had become completely invisible.

The suffocating cold oppression stopped the chirping of the summer insects, and there was a deathly silence in the cemetery.

A tall black figure appeared from the thick fog, and four ghost ministers stood on both sides... It was the ghost emperor Zhao Wenhe.

The little pompom was frightened by the oppressive feeling of the ghost emperor, humming softly and curled up into a ball in Hei Wuchang's arms, trying to suppress the urge to hiccup.

If in front of this terrifying ghost emperor, he burps like a ghost prince...

Hei Wuchang raised his hand and touched the soft fur of the little pompom, quietly took a few pieces of chewing gum made from snack spider silk from his pocket, and put it into the little pompom's mouth.

The ghost emperor Zhao Wenhe's oppressive eyes pierced like a sharp arrow. As a mortal, Zhang Yu fell to the ground with a thud, struggling for a long time while holding on to the tombstone, but couldn't get up.

"A few mortals who catch ghosts, heh!" Zhao Wenhe lingered on the two people in the cemetery, Yi Pompom, for a few seconds, and soon realized that the cultivation of these two people was extremely low.

If it weren't for the fear of Hades, why would Zhao Wenhe go to such troubles to wipe out this so-called case investigation department with a wave of his hand.

Heiwuchang stood quietly, without speaking.

But the little pompom can feel that the young man holding it seems to be just an empty shell at this moment, and something similar to a soul is slowly flowing in from the void and exchanging quietly.

Zhang Yu's whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, his face was as pale as paper, and he was about to leave his soul again, so he had to fight desperately, tremblingly took out the lighter...

So, after the ghost emperor Zhao Wenhe said a word, he found that those low-level mortals in the cemetery had no intention of answering the words at all.

The only man who could stand upright, the leader, didn't say a word.

Although the little beast in the man's arms was scared, its cheeks were still bulging, and it was chewing gum and eating snacks.

And the half-dead man with the lowest cultivation level actually took out his lighter... lit a cigarette and started smoking.

Zhao Wen and the ghost ministers around him were stunned by this disrespectful scene. One of them stepped forward and shouted majesticly, "Bold!!!"

Zhang Yu was frightened by the coercive roar, his fingers trembling with smoke, and suddenly coughed: "What... what's wrong?"

Feeling the coercion of Zhao Wenhe behind him, the ghost minister was extremely frightened and angry, and asked for his majesty: "Where did the rough mortal come from, who didn't know the ghost emperor?"

Zhang Yu's hand holding the cigarette was trembling, "Ghost, ghost emperor?"

Another ghost official with white beard and hair shook his head sadly: "Your Majesty has retired for thousands of years, and people in the yang world have never heard of the ghost emperor. I am afraid that the ghosts in the yang world are the top, but they don't know that there is a ghost king above the ghosts, and above the ghost king... Began to proclaim the emperor."

After the old minister sighed, the eyes of the monarch and minister were filled with killing intent. Looking at the few people in the cemetery, it was as if they saw a bedbug crawling on the bed, and they just wanted to crush and throw it away immediately, so that this stinky thing could leave completely. line of sight.

As the ghost emperor, Zhao Wenhe still had the courage, even though he was extremely furious today, he didn't bother to do it himself.

Zhao Wenhe waved his sleeves in a gesture of erasing, and turned around to leave.

Zhang Yu was taken aback. The small porcelain bottle Hei Wuchang gave him hadn't been used yet. No matter if it was rune ash or poison, it would always be poured on the most important person.

Seeing that the ghost emperor and the ghost minister had turned around and were about to disappear, only one ghost minister was left to kill and silence. At this critical moment, Zhang Yu didn't know that the thread in his brain was wrong, and suddenly shouted:

"Accept!!!"

Then he unscrewed the bottle cap, and smashed the small porcelain bottle towards the back of Ghost Emperor Zhao Wenhe's head.

Sun Shucheng, the ghost emperor who had been imprisoned for more than half a month in the small porcelain vase, instantly turned from green smoke into the appearance of a scholar, wrapped in a strong wind like a sandbag, spinning rapidly——

boom! ! !

Bowling, one hit four, two ghost emperors, three ghost ministers fell into twists.