I open the underworld canteen to continue my life

Si Nanxing looked up.

He seemed to be a spectator of this grand ending performance, quietly watching them go to their established destiny.

He didn't seem to be surprised, on the contrary, he suddenly realized "so that's how it is".

He thought it was a bit strange at first, his meritorious deeds are so outrageous, even the monsters who have seen the world will be amazed when they see it, I am afraid that it is not something that a good person can have in a few lifetimes.

But the people in the underworld never mentioned the reason, and they don't know whether it was because they didn't know, or they deliberately kept it from him.

Si Nanxing didn't ask specifically, but he somehow sensed that there should be a special reason.

Pluto suppressed the world’s evil spirits, ruled the underworld to be sanctified, and the Heavenly Emperor conquered and ruled the two worlds of immortals and demons to be sanctified. He has the qualifications to be sanctified, and at least he should have done some major things to match them.

Si Nanxing looked at the dots of light path in mid-air like a river of stars, opened his mouth slightly, but didn't say anything.

Pluto turned his head to look at him, and he smiled embarrassedly: "I originally wanted to praise him as a good man who could be called 'the compassion of the world', but after thinking about it, I felt like boasting, so I held back."

Pluto chuckled: "Of course he deserves the title."

Si Nanxing looked up: "You asked me to come here, not only to remind me of the brotherhood back then, but also has other meanings?"

"Yeah." Pluto didn't hide it, he rarely restrained his lazy look, and showed a serious expression worthy of the title "Pluto", "At the beginning, they said that they wanted to help you continue your life, so that you and Hades could get involved. When it came to relationships, I didn’t agree either.”

"It was later that you were attacked by evil spirits and happened to be rescued by Lord Zhuyou. I think this is probably fate..."

"Wait!" Si Nanxing's eyes widened in surprise, "Mr. Zhuyou? Didn't Yuchi save me?"

"Who is Yuchi?" Pluto showed a bit of confusion on his face, and then slapped his thigh, "Oh, let me tell you, at the beginning, Zhu Youjun was afraid of trouble and didn't want to get involved with mortals, so he saved you by himself. And let a ghost send you back, not to reveal your existence."

"It's probably that Yuchi."

Si Nanxing frowned in disbelief, Yuchi was so honest that he could deceive people even if he was so honest!

"It's not important, you can settle the score with Lord Zhuyou later." Pluto patted him on the shoulder, "Listen to me."

"Anyway, after that experience, I knew that most of your catastrophe would have something to do with our Hades. Gou Tiandao has always been like this. The more you avoid something, the more you have to face it."

"They tried to renew your life and find you a guard, and I acquiesced."

"But I'll be honest." Pluto looked at him fixedly, "No matter how many divinations I have made, your calamity is a sign of near death and no life. Besides, I really don't know, you are delicate and frail. , take a step and pant three times, a mortal who can't stand the sun, how can he endure the catastrophe."

"My fortune-telling may not be as accurate as the Heavenly Emperor, but it is not far behind. You... make some preparations yourself."

Si Nanxing frowned, worried: "Do you think it's okay to buy two more lightning rods?"

Pluto broke his skills directly, and laughed with a "chi": "You really look down on this dog Tiandao, don't you?"

"Besides, although being struck by lightning is the only way to become a saint, most of the guys who have experienced calamities may not be able to bear it until they are struck by lightning. You—"

He looked Si Nanxing up and down, curled his lips in disgust, "I don't think it's hard to survive the thunder disaster."

Si Nanxing rolled his eyes with a smile, and spread his hands rascally: "Oh, then I can't help it. I can live for a few days."

Pluto took a deep look at him: "You and I, brothers, were educated by the sages, to guard the underworld forever and not to be reborn forever, and to create reincarnation from generation to generation."

"But I was able to suppress all ghosts and create a way of Shura ghosts, and the saint must have left you a way to escape."

He slightly stretched out his fingertips, and tapped between Sinan Xing's eyebrows, "Even if I calculated ten deaths and no life, but the Dao is three thousand, if you find your own Dao, you will definitely find a glimmer of life."

Si Nanxing blinked slowly, and smiled helplessly: "It sounds like a test of chance."

"They can protect you and stop evil monsters and evil spirits, but they can't stop the catastrophe of heaven." Pluto withdrew his hand, "Go back."

The gust of wind blew by, and the sound of the empty bone flute sounded in the night sky for a long time. Si Nanxing subconsciously squeezed the lantern in his hand. It was shaken by the wind, and it pointed stubbornly to the west.

Si Nanxing turned his head and took a step, and was dragged away by the lantern like a wild horse. Fortunately, the wind was blowing from behind him, so he could barely open his eyes, and his eyes glanced at the lantern that Xing Nan had just inserted. That branch suddenly reminded me that this is Yunfu Mountain thousands of years ago.

It is the place where Lord Zhuyou takes root.

His eyes widened for a moment, and before he could make a signal to Pluto, he was pushed by the wind and ran towards the way he came.

He staggered to the ground, and what he was thinking in his head was—couldn't that twig be Zhu Youjun when he was a baby?

When he turned his head, he realized that he should be walking beyond the realm of the dream. He had just taken a step when he saw a small bump suddenly bulging on the road in front of him. Only one head of a half-grown boy was exposed, as if he had been planted on the ground by humans. in the field.

Si Nanxing: "..."

He carefully distinguished it, it looked like Lord Zhuyou's face.

He knew that according to reason, he should go to Menghun Lord without looking back, no matter how strange things happened, he should not have seen them, but...

Si Nanxing moved his steps, carefully lifted the lantern and shook it over the boy's head in the dirt bag. The boy's butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered slightly and slowly opened.

A red light flashed in his eyes, and then the pupils shrank, turning into more human-like pupils.

Youjun Youjun, who still had a little baby fat on his face, just looked at him like this, and asked hesitantly, "Benefactor?"

Si Nanxing shook his hand holding the lantern. Although he knew that Mr. Zhu You would not be transformed into a child, nor would he call him "Benevolence", but...

He cleared his throat and called softly, "Mr. Zhuyou?"

There seemed to be some confusion in his eyes, but he still replied: "Gongong, my name is Meng Shanwu."

Such a small tree demon should not have become the ten lords of the underworld, nor has the title of "Lord Zhuyou". I didn't expect this illusion to be quite logical.

Si Nanxing discussed with him: "Can you not call me Engong? How about calling me 'Big Brother' just like I'm old?"

The young man looked at him with dark pupils, blinked slightly, and called out cooperatively: "Brother."

Si Nanxing couldn't help but put on a smile on his face, his voice was not soft, but had a bit of the clearness that is typical of young people, but that's what made it look real.

Si Nanxing laughed twice: "Good boy."

"If I touch you, you won't bite me, will you?"

The little tree demon looked at him with wide eyes, as if he didn't understand his joke, but shook his head slightly.

Si Nanxing boldly reached out and touched his head, and couldn't help but ask, "Why did you plant yourself in the soil? Is it stuck? Do you want me to help you?"

Before he exerted any force on his hand, the little tree demon visibly panicked. The slender blood-colored branches climbed up his fingers and rubbed against his fingers as if begging: "No, no!"

"I have a little demon power, and I can only transform into a human form..."

Si Nanxing was silent for a while, and his eyes shifted to his head. The little tree demon shrank his neck under his gaze—you only have one head!

Si Nanxing couldn't help covering his eyes: "Okay, I won't do anything, be good, loose."

He swayed slightly, but the branches on his wrists became more and more intimately entangled, and the little tree demon looked at him with burning eyes: "Brother, I have heard it all, your catastrophe is ten deaths and there is no life, why bother to go through that catastrophe?" ?”

"You stay here, I'll hide you, no one will find you, let's stay here together..."

Si Nanxing watched his vines tangled up his wrist, and in his heart he despised that he was really a guy who couldn't stand the temptation. Sure enough, this little tree demon couldn't touch it!

He tried to discuss with him: "That won't work, someone is waiting for me to go back."

The little tree demon paused: "Who?"

"You." Si Nanxing reached out and tapped his forehead, and rolled his eyes with a smile, "Didn't you force me to agree because of your stickiness?"

The little tree demon stared at him for a while, and suddenly his ears felt a little hot, his face blushed, he pulled back his branches little by little, and lowered his head awkwardly, it seemed He almost buried his head in the ground, but he still pretended to be calm: "Then, since we have made an agreement, you can go."

"This, this can't be helped."

Si Nanxing looked at him with his chin propped up, thinking that this phantom was too cute, couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his head, then stood up and walked forward with the lantern.

Menghun Jun dressed in white and stood there waiting for him.

"You're back, little boss."

Si Nanxing nodded slightly, and he looked back. There were no small dirt bumps on the road he walked, and there was no little tree demon with only one head.

"Follow me." Menghun Jun led him forward.

Just as Si Nanxing took a step, the unlucky lantern in his hand swayed, shaking persistently towards the other side.

Si Nanxing pulled back the steps he took: "Did Menghun Jun go wrong? The lantern said to go there."

Menghun Jun slowly turned his head, his voice unchanged: "Here."

Si Nanxing stood still.

Menghun Jun took two steps back: "Follow me, I will take you out, little boss."

Si Nanxing smiled: "It's revealed."

"The eyes on Menghun Jun's hat, I watched it blink when I came, the eyelids are on the left, you drew the right."

Standing in front of him, Menghun Jun stretched out his hand to cover his eyes on the bamboo hat, unwillingly, he wanted to turn his eyes to the right direction, and at the moment when she was about to finish, a white arrow flew over, Quickly strangling her neck, she suddenly disappeared in a puff of green smoke.

Si Nanxing looked at the person who was coming, this was Mr. Menghun with the right eyelids.

He laughed: "Menghun Lord, this person just pretended to be you and revealed his secrets."

"He did it on purpose." Menghun Jun didn't look surprised, and led him towards the direction where the lantern was shaking, "There are some powerful cultivation bases that cannot be faked by ordinary juniors. If they really become exactly the same, the Lord will will feel it.”

"What you see are all the remnants of dreams, transformed by obsession, they can't be called living creatures. They dare not really turn into me, or Lord Zhuyou."

Si Nanxing suddenly realized: "No wonder you have become such a cute Zhu Youjun."

She said, "Okay, you should wake up."

She suddenly took a step behind and pushed Si Nanxing out.

"Ouch!" Si Nanxing exclaimed at the sudden weightlessness, he opened his eyes, and saw the familiar ceiling of his room, and Mr. Zhu You, who had been standing by his bed for an unknown amount of time.

Si Nanxing raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Zhu Youjun looked at him: "What did you dream about?"

"Hmm..." Si Nanxing was organizing his words when he continued, "I heard you calling me."

Si Nanxing asked dryly: "Ah? Ah, it seems, it seems that you are there. What else did you hear?"

Mr. Zhuyou pondered for a while, and answered truthfully: "There are also 'cute', 'touching', 'biting' and so on."

Si Nanxing: "..."

He is such a big man, why is he still talking in his sleep!

Zhu Youjun looked at him with worried eyes: "What did you meet?"

Si Nanxing covered his head with his hand: "Hiss, I have a headache."

"Why can't I remember?"

"Why is my mind so empty?"

Zhu Youjun frowned in confusion.

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