There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

The corner of Jade Emperor's lips raised an inconspicuous smile, and he raised his head to signal Hanshu to push the door open.

At this time, Hanshu was full of Ji He's life and death, and he had no intention of paying attention to Jade Emperor's intention of doing this. He took a step forward, and when his finger touched the cold gate of the magic palace, his heart trembled slightly.

Is Jihe...really gone?

Han Shu thought about what the Jade Emperor said before, and Ji He's voice and smile, and finally put aside all his miscellaneous thoughts resolutely, gritted his teeth and walked into the gate of the magic palace.

The magic palace was also very quiet, but when I walked in, I found that there were still many people coming and going inside, but all of them lowered their heads and kept silent, as if they didn't exist.

Such a scene made Hanshu think of the human city trapped by the demon army for a long time. Because the people in the city lost hope of living, their expressions became numb day by day, they didn't care about the environment around them, and they didn't even care about their own life and death Care again.

Hanshu felt pain in his heart, he grabbed a maid next to him who was carrying a plate, and asked anxiously, "Where is the devil?"

After being pulled back, the maid trembled subconsciously, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and she quickly said, "It's in the wisteria courtyard."

Hanshu never knew the names of the various places in the Demon Palace, but when he heard the words Wisteria Courtyard, he knew that this must be the place where he used to live, so he quickly let go of the maid and ran towards the Wisteria Courtyard go.

Watching Hanshu leave in a hurry, the Jade Emperor's eyes flashed dimly, he didn't rush to follow, but walked slowly on the path of the magic palace.

On the other side, Hanshu didn't have time to worry so much, he hurried to the door of the wisteria courtyard, but found that the gate of the courtyard was closed, as if he didn't see any visitors.

There should be no need for the maids in the palace to lie. Hanshu paused for a moment, gritted his teeth, and slapped on the wooden door of the small courtyard. After a while, the wooden door was opened, and a child's face appeared from behind the wooden door: "It's all said, No visitors here..."

Just halfway through the conversation, the boy's voice stopped abruptly. He raised his head, looked at Hanshu, and opened his eyes wide.

Hanshu also recognized that this was Chi Shao, whom Jihe had brought to take care of him, hurriedly stepped forward, and asked, "Where is your devil?"

It was fine if he didn't ask, but when he asked, the forced strength on the little child's face instantly collapsed, and tears soon oozed from the corners of Chi Shao's eyes, he didn't speak, but his expression said it all.

Hanshu's heart was even colder, before Chi Shao could speak, he walked in the door first, looked around for a while, and then went to the small courtyard where he used to live.

No one told him, but he felt in his heart that Ji He should be here.

When I arrived at the gate of the courtyard, I found that all the Wangchuan flowers that I had planted by myself had been cut off, leaving only the bare flower stalks standing in the courtyard, looking lonely.

Han Shu didn't waste any time outside, he just opened the door and walked into the house, but after opening the door, he found that the house where people used to live had been transformed into a mourning hall, and a terrifying coffin was placed in the center of the mourning hall, as if Have been waiting for Hanshu for a long time.

At that moment, Hanshu heard the sound of his own heartbeat stopping.

As soon as his legs went limp, he almost couldn't help squatting on the ground, but after a long pause, a voice in Hanshu's heart suddenly told him quietly that maybe the person in the coffin wasn't Ji He.

Maybe.

Only then did he gain strength and walked to the coffin.

Probably before the coffin was closed, as soon as Hanshu stood next to the coffin, he saw the person inside, the familiar face, the closed eyes, and the strength he had accumulated so hard disappeared in an instant.

His hand was still on the coffin, but the person slid down along the coffin wall.

At this moment, the voice of an uninvited guest sounded outside the door: "You are like this, the devil is still alive, and he will be sad to see it."

These words undoubtedly sprinkled salt on Hanshu's heart, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the Jade Emperor who was standing outside the door at some point.

For the first time in his life, Hanshu looked at the Jade Emperor with hatred and disgust.

He clasped the edge of the coffin tightly with both hands, and looked at the Jade Emperor with resentment: "You don't have to wait for him to die before saying these nice words."

"Oh?" The Jade Emperor raised his eyebrows, not caring about Hanshu's hatred: "But he is dead after all, do you want to turn against me for a dead man?"

The emphatic tone of the Jade Emperor was quite different from before, probably because Ji He was gone, so he felt confident.

In the past, Hanshu probably would not have personally destroyed the peace of Tiangong for a dead person, but now...he looked at the indifferent face of the Jade Emperor, and couldn't calm down his heart no matter what.

Why, after he has done so many things, he can still sit on the throne of the Jade Emperor unscrupulously, commanding his heavenly palace, but he is persecuted, deceived, and even put himself in an unrighteous place everywhere. Want to help him stabilize his position in Tiangong?

How can there be such a truth in the world?

The more Hanshu thought about it, the more he felt that what he had done before was ridiculous. He didn't want to look at the Jade Emperor any more. He put his hand on the coffin, lowered his head, looked at the ground under him, and said coldly: "Your Majesty, let's leave here. Well done."

"En?" Jade Emperor raised his eyebrows, looking reassured.

Han Shu glanced up, a burst of anger welled up, his face gradually showed anger, his body straightened suddenly, as if he was about to stand up and do it himself.

Seeing him like this, the Jade Emperor hurriedly took a step back and said, "Okay, I'll go...but you'd better think about it clearly."

After all, he was afraid of Hanshu, and he didn't want to tear up his face with Hanshu at this time. Seeing that Hanshu didn't want to listen to him, he turned and left the room.

Seeing him go away, Hanshu finally swallowed the bad breath stalking in his heart. After a long pause, Hanshu got up slowly and closed the door.

The light was blocked outside the house, and the tense expression on Hanshu's face also relaxed. The anger turned into sadness in an instant, and all his strength seemed to be spent on closing the door. He staggered and fell by the door.

However, before Hanshu could figure out how to use an opening line to apologize to Ji He's corpse, when he looked up, he saw Ji He's corpse crawling out of the coffin.

At this time, he was halfway up the climb, the skirt of his clothes was lifted up, one leg was outside and the other was inside.

Han Shu's mind froze immediately.

The thoughts in his mind ranged from cheating corpses to the fact that it is impossible for gods to cheat corpses, and then how could it be possible to get up without cheating corpses.

Ji He also felt that the scene was a bit awkward. He originally wanted to get out of the coffin, cover his eyes behind Hanshu, and have an unexpected encounter with him, but he didn't expect Hanshu to turn his head back so quickly, making him unable to get up and down. Stuck here.