After I was reborn, I became the richest man in the underworld

Zhou Nan understood, it turned out that Chang Zhiheng just went back to find Zhong Botian on purpose.

They actually know each other?interesting.

The two uninvited guests walked into the hall unhurriedly, causing the monks in the hall to whisper to each other.Chang Zhiheng looked prepared, and saluted Jiuyou as soon as he came up.

"I've met the Nine-Young Lady. The younger generation is Chang Zhiheng, the master of the Yumen Town Demon Division. I came to visit with my senior brother. I heard that today I will be summoning souls at Niancimen, so I specially invited friends from the Tao. Maybe they can help What."

Jiu You laughed: "When did my Nian Ci Sect have such a low threshold? Only one person can come in?"

Seeing Chang Zhiheng froze in place in embarrassment, she turned to Mu Xi again: "Your person?"

Mu Xi nodded, and glanced at Chang Zhiheng, his air was sharp.Chang Zhiheng's heart trembled when he met Mu Xi's eyes, and he timidly looked away.

At this moment, Zhong Botian spoke, with a strange yin and yang, said: "Mr. Jiuyou, I have long admired your name."

He raised his jaw slightly, and the scars on his face were completely exposed, "I have been walking on the road of selling souls for many years under Zhong Botian, of course, it is not as good as the famous Eleventh Young Master..."

Jiuyou was impatient: "Fast your fart."

Zhong Botian went on to play: "I heard that the soul that your palace is going to recruit today is Zhou Feiyang, the son of the old head who died 14 years ago. Chang Xianshi is not sure about the prophet, and is worried that the memory of the nine-year-old lady is not good, and she has forgotten something. Just now I heard it outside the door, and it was true."

There was complete silence in the hall, and someone dared to talk to Jiu You like that.

Zhong Botian saw that Jiuyou's expression changed, and he became more presumptuous: "Niancimen was caught in a fire that year, and the whole hall was burned down, which is not bad. But there is a hundred-year-old spiritual banyan on the mountain behind Niancimen. Are you afraid you forgot?"

These words made the monks present rejoiced.The hundred-year-old banyan tree is a divine plant in ancient times. It cannot be completely burned by fire or knocked down by lightning, so it will definitely not be burned down.

Zhou Nan raised his eyebrows, feeling suspicious.It is true that he has practiced kung fu by hanging upside down on the ancient spirit banyan tree every day since he was three years old, but how exactly did Zhong Dao Scar know?

However, Zhong Botian has no lower limit and is quite scheming. This time he is so successful, it seems that he has planned for a long time.

Jiu You didn't speak, the whole hall was covered by a burst of cold.

There was a hint of complacency at the corner of Zhong Botian's mouth.

"Mr. Jiuyou, am I right? And I also know that Zhou Feiyang likes to climb trees. At twelve o'clock a day, he can spend six or seven hours on that tree, and sometimes he even sleeps at night. It's on the tree. It shouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this ancient spirit banyan is Zhou Feiyang's close body, right? Besides, it's a tree with spirits, if you want to find Zhou Feiyang, just ask the tree."

The monks didn't care about the authenticity of their identities this time, and they were all clamoring to use trees to summon souls.

"That's right, this young master is right, the ancient spirit banyan tree is the most suitable!"

"That's right, that's right, I remember that the Nian Ci Sect has a lesson that the ancient banyan tree will not fall for a hundred years."

Jiuyou raised his eyes and glanced around, his eyes finally fell back on Zhong Botian, and he said coldly: "It seems that my Nianci sect needs to clean up the sect. Some people have taken the inside out and acted as someone else's eyeliner."

"Gu Rong is very good." Zhou Nan stood up at some point, walked to Zhong Botian, and lowered his voice: "Thank you, Boss Zhong, for your reminder. It really helped me a lot."

Faced with the sudden approach, Zhong Botian was stunned for a moment, and then deliberately raised his voice: "Thanks to Zhou Feiyang, today I can be considered to be able to see the skills of Eleven Young Masters."

Zhou Nan smiled slightly, and stopped answering his words, but looked at Jiu You respectfully.

"Mr. Jiuyou, let's start."

Master, let's begin.

Just like the little Zhou Nan when he was young, every time before practicing, he promised his master that he would become as good as his father in the future.

Jiu You wanted to refute something, but he saw an unusual firmness in his eyes, and his uneasy heart suddenly calmed down.

For some reason, after the conversation just now, she had inexplicable trust in this young man whom she met for the first time.

When everyone went to the back mountain, Chang Zhiheng cautiously followed Mu Xi, hesitating as he walked: "Brother, this is my father's idea... I just received the Feishu last night. Find a soul trafficker for insurance..."

"You don't have to tell me."

Chang Zhiheng was already prepared to be scolded, and he also prepared a series of explanations, but at this moment his senior brother didn't seem to care about it, but kept staring at something, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

Looking along, Ghost Eleven was whistling, hands behind his back, and followed the crowd to the back of the mountain.That sloppy look doesn't look like it's preparing to set up a large soul-calling formation at all.

Chang Zhiheng was dissatisfied, so he couldn't help snorting, which made Mu Xi withdraw his eyes, and stared over, making his heart shudder.

Although he knew that his senior brother had always been easy to mess with, why has he become more irritable recently?

On the mountain behind Nianci Gate, there is a century-old Lingyan banyan tree.The roots are intertwined and the branches are luxuriant.

After hundreds of years of rooting, it has grown into a small forest.Zhou Nan never expected that he would come back here in this way in this life.

Grandpa Shu, stay safe.

The past is suddenly vivid again.Under the century-old banyan tree, a teenage boy in red robe was blindfolded and hung upside down on the tree.

He is often punished by his master, such as being lazy and not studying, cheating in exams with small spells.Another example is adding a new herbal medicine to the alchemy furnace of the doctor, resulting in the failure of the entire batch of Five Elements Naqi Pill.He was most often punished by hanging upside down from a tree to sweep up fallen leaves.What the master asked of him was that he should not see the light, and not touch the ground.

A gust of north wind, the cold leaves are sparse.On the side of the young man's head, his ears moved, and a red light shot out like an arrow, and then turned into a hundred light needles and pierced every yellow leaf. landing.

The dart returned to his hand, and a smug smile flashed across the corner of the boy's mouth.It is the ancestral fairy weapon of Nian Cimen. It is said that it is the artifact left by Hou Yi when he shot the sun, and it can chase down everything in the world.But later, in order to hide his identity, he never used Nian Cimen's Chiyue Dart again.

Zhou Nan stared at Gu Rong for a while, recovered his senses, turned around and said to the crowd: "It's noon, everyone leaves five feet away."

Everyone was already blinded by the scorching sun, and thought they could take a break under the shade of a tree, but now it was over, everyone was frowning, and they didn't dare to ask Jiuyou for an umbrella.

Zhou Nan was about to set up the formation, but found that Mu Xi did not leave with everyone.

"Master Mu Xian?"

Mu Xi was silent for a while, and waited until the others were three or four feet away before speaking: "That Zhong Botian, do you know him?"

Zhou Nan glanced at the crowd and understood what Mu Xi was worried about.

"I know. But don't worry, although I don't know what his purpose is, I know his level. He can't catch my loopholes."

Mu Xi's lips parted slightly, he hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing.It wasn't until Chang Zhiheng's shout came from behind that he turned and left.

Zhou Nan looked at his back, wondering where he was.Mu Xi's expression just now seemed that he wanted to tell him something important, and he finally endured it.

He came back to his senses and shook his head. Mu Xi had only known him for a few days now, and he was only entrusted with acting in a play. There would be something so important that it would be so difficult to tell.It's nothing more than fear that his evocation of the soul will be exposed.

He cannot be unmasked.

After a long while, he collected himself, and chanted the soul-calling spell to Gu Lingrong.

"The nine palaces are closed in the deep palace, and Wu Xian asks for grievances. Dripping blood wants to penetrate the secluded world, and the world is bound by souls."

A pure white Enlightenment candle rose into the air, he flipped his palm, the candle lit up, and flew towards the ancient spirit banyan tree, and the towering tree was instantly enveloped in golden light.

In an instant, the beams of light radiated all over the place, and everyone present squinted their eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, Young Master Ghost Eleven drew a talisman, turned his palm over, and pushed it straight to the sky.The sky, which had been cloudless just now, suddenly became cloudy.

The clouds surged like ink, entrenched in the sky along with a gust of wind, and the golden light of the ancient spirit banyan hovered upwards.

From a distance, it looks like a golden wheel roof, majestic.

A monk sighed: "At first, I only heard that this Ghost Eleven Young Master has extraordinary skills. When I saw him today, his reputation is really well-deserved..."

Zhong Botian heard it from the side, and gave a cold snort.Although he was dissatisfied on the surface, he also knew that the more powerful the mana, the less spells he used to practice it.This kind of large-scale spirit summoning scene, only Ghost Eleven can handle it with a single talisman.

After a while, the cloud flickered, and a human silhouette appeared in the cloud.

The crowd was commotion again: "This is... Zhou Feiyang?!"

The clouds were shining, and the six-year-old Zhou Nan was curled up and suspended, his eyes closed.

Standing at the end of the crowd, Mu Xi clenched Jingxue's hand even tighter, and the white knuckles were clearly visible.

For a moment just now, he really wanted to tell Zhou Nan the truth.

Zhou Nan hid for 14 years, and he also hid for 14 years. He knew how hard it was.

He knew Zhou Nan well. This person has always been thoughtful. After Zhong Botian appeared, he would definitely be more careful, and even make fake plays for real...

He guessed right.

Eleven Young Master Ghost was not acting at all, this was the highest-level soul-calling formation in the world.

After Mu Xi discovered this, his scalp went numb.

He summons his own soul, and every time he sends out a summoning signal, it will bite him back.

Compared with ordinary soul-calling, this takes twice as much energy.Because summoning souls also has to lock one's own soul, so that oneself will not be affected.

It took three full hours, from day to night, the clouds kept flickering, and the soul was constantly being summoned.

Until the enlightenment candle burned out, the clouds gradually dispersed, and finally little Zhou Nan didn't open his eyes, but shattered into light spots and fell down like a waterfall in an instant.

Gu Lingrong's golden light also dimmed and gradually extinguished.

The monks who had rested for several rounds in the distance sighed: "Oh, it seems that Zhou Feiyang really lost his soul this week."

Finally the air stopped circulating and calm returned.

Only then did Zhou Nan take a deep breath, and in the shadows invisible to everyone, he curled the corners of his mouth in an obscure way.

It was another one-man show, and Ghost Eleven never missed it.

Seeing that the soul array had dispersed, everyone surrounded them.

Everyone else went straight to the banyan tree to see if there was no trace of the soul returning.

Mu Xi went straight to Zhou Nan, stopped abruptly in front of him, stared at his slightly pale lips, feeling confused.

Why does this idiot have to be so serious, he can fool these people by just putting on a formation.

Zhou Nan smiled at him, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Don't worry, he won't come back."

He can't come back.

A chill ran down Mu Xi's back, and his heart felt like a knife was being cut.

Hearing this, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhou Nan's arm, his hand was shaking.

"Master Mu Xian, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing him grabbing his hand, Zhou Nan froze for a moment.

It seems that Mu Xi has been a little weird since he entered Nian Cimen.

If he was a little uneasy just now, but now that the soul-calling ceremony has been completed, and no one will mention Zhou Feiyang, whom he least wants to see, why is he even more preoccupied?

Mu Xi refused to let go for a long time, the two just stared at each other for a long time, and finally Mu Xi came back to his senses: "It's nothing, I see you are tired, take a rest."

Although Zhou Nan was really tired, he knew he could hold on, so he smiled and shook his head again.

On Gu Lingrong's side, no one could find anything unusual, and some people had already decided that there was no Zhou Feiyang in the world.

"Wait a minute, everyone—"

Chang Zhiheng said suddenly: "I don't doubt the ability of Ghost Eleven, but since we have another soul trafficker, why don't we try again?"

Mu Xi's heart trembled, and he let go of Zhou Nan's arm.

"Chang Zhiheng, don't make trouble!"

"Senior brother, don't be angry. I just think it might be a fluke if you can't find it once. If it is the same twice in a row, it will be more convincing."

After Chang Zhiheng finished speaking, he quickly took two steps back and hid behind Zhong Botian.

Some unwilling monks beside him began to echo: "Yes, yes, we still have Boss Zhong, let's try again!"

Zhong Botian showed a hypocritical smile, and deliberately evaded: "Eleventh Young Master is the best in the world in summoning souls. If even Eleventh Young Master can't summon a soul, then the soul must have died."

He was just being hypocritical at first, but he didn't expect Mu Xi to reply mercilessly: "It's good that you know, there is no need to summon souls here, please come back."

Zhong Botian was a little embarrassed for a while, and coughed twice.

"can."

Jiuyou's lukewarm voice came: "I can give you another chance."

The author has something to say: The first two lines of the curse of ghost eleven and young master calling back souls are "the deep palace is closed and the nine gates are closed, and Wuxian asks for injustice." It comes from Li Shangyin's "Crying Liu Fen"

The last two sentences... I'm making it up now, sorry, I can't rhyme, babies ignore it