I, Long Jun, am not short!

This matter is really a long story, and it starts with the ghost that swallowed the little princess' dragon soul that Mu Yin brought back from Chu Xian outside Guangling City.

There is a sea of ​​flowers on the other side in the underworld, perhaps because of the absence of the flower demon these years, Mu Yin always feels that the sea of ​​flowers is not as good as in previous years, his light blue sleeves will brush the petals beside him, and the flowers on the other side will automatically bloom. He gave way to the Naihe Bridge ahead.

Mu Yin slightly bent the corner of his lower lip, maybe he didn't smile, and stroked the flower closest to him with his fingers, and nodded slightly at the young girl in the red dress standing in the middle of the bridge. bowed his head.

The red-clothed girl looked bright and lively, with a string of red bracelets hanging on her wrist, and her movements were jingling very interestingly. She bowed to Mu Yin and said, "Meng Po has met His Highness Underworld, His Highness, hello."

After saying this, she got up and smiled softly at the people behind Mu Yin: "Hello, Mr. Wuchang."

Bai Wuchang held a fierce ghost in his hand, and smiled at her: "Ms. Meng Po is good."

Hei Wuchang who was walking beside him just nodded slightly, and then urged Bai Wuchang to go quickly: "Hurry up, Your Highness has already passed by."

Bai Wuchang let out a "tss": "You are the only one in a hurry, come here!"

Said that Naojian Muyin had already passed Fengdu City, and looked back at the two of them: "Hurry up."

He was in a hurry to get the little princess's dragon soul off that ghost as soon as possible, since it was something from the heavens, it would be embarrassing for him to put it on a ghost like this.

Secondly, it is clear that although Shangshen does not really need this dragon soul, it is not all useless, not to mention that Mu Yin and Chu Xian have a good relationship, and Jiu Ling has always taken care of him, even Chu Xia herself has a relationship with him. There is so much friendship, anyway, this is what he should do as soon as possible.

As for what to do with this ghost after it was taken down, Mu Yin really didn't think about it, Zuo just found out his identity and convicted him according to his life and death.

It is undoubtedly very difficult to separate the half-fused dragon soul from the ghost, and it takes time and effort. Mu Yin is really too lazy to waste too much time on him, and after waving Black and White Wuchang out, he sat alone Si Dian formed a cold iron chain and hung that ghost up.

He asked Bai Wuchang to bring karmic fire from hell, and used it on the ghost. The karmic fire and the cold iron were hung in front of and behind his body respectively. Check out the book of the underworld.

He was still holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, and slowly blew on the overflowing heat: "It's strange to say, your fate is not bad, and you were considered a person of merit and virtue during your lifetime. He should have died of illness, so why did he end up in a foreign land?"

The ghost was so tormented by him that he couldn't understand what he was saying, let alone answer a sentence or two.

Fortunately, Mu Yin didn't need him to answer, and continued on his own: "It shouldn't be like this, Si Ming can't make such a mistake, even if he made a mistake, he doesn't know that you are dead, Your fate shouldn't turn into a ghost, could it be that you have resentment in your heart?"

Having said that, Mu Yin was finally willing to look at him in the blink of an eye: "Hey, although this thing is uncomfortable, it's not so bad that you can't even hear what I'm talking about. If you have any resentment, why don't you tell me about it, but don't worry about it." I hope this hall can find out clearly, how long has it been going on, the vicissitudes of life have been rounded, let go of what should be let go, right?"

At this point, the ghost finally raised his head and took a look at Mu Yin. He seemed to squeeze out a word from between his lips and teeth, and the sweat that slid from his forehead covered up all the voices. She frowned: "Look at what you mean, you probably forgot all of them, then you just say something to remember, where did you get this dragon soul, the little princess's dragon soul is of the same origin as His Royal Highness Dragon Lord, although it is lost After so many years, you don’t have much power, but not everyone can fuse, you’re pretty good, aren’t you?”

Bai Wuchang, who came in to deliver the case to him, wiped off his sweat: "Your Highness, aren't you hot? Even if you are being interrogated, you should change the place anyway. Even in the study, you don't think the place is dirty."

There was a circle of ice cubes on Muyin's table. The underworld was already gloomy and cold. Anyway, he didn't feel any heat. He sat and drank tea comfortably. He had nothing to do except stay with him for a few days. It's outrageous.

He didn't even look at Bai Wuchang, and said leisurely: "I don't mind it, it's not me who cleans it up, but the matter of the dragon soul is very important, if it can be separated, let alone Chu Xian, Emperor Jiuling and Qingran Shangshen will be very happy, Of course I have to keep an eye on it. It’s a pity that he was able to say a few words two days ago, but now he can’t say anything, and the interrogation can’t do anything, so let’s wait until he is separated.”

Bai Wuchang was very puzzled: "But what does this have to do with you putting the place of interrogation in your study?"

Mu Yin laughed: "Because I'm the most comfortable in my study."

Bai Wuchang had nothing to say, and after putting down the case, he sighed to the ice cubes on His Highness Underworld's table: "No wonder your Highness is not afraid of the heat, it's really comfortable, Your Highness, how long will it take, why do I think he's so fast?" Are the souls gone?"

There is indeed such a sign, Mu Yin frowned and looked at the ghost, and then came to a conclusion: "It's too early to leave the soul. If you have free time these days, go and check what's going on with his life book, he's too dead." It's too early, and it won't match up with Si Ming."

Bai Wuchang responded: "This subordinate knows. But Your Highness, he must not have died in recent years, it must have been a thousand years ago, and there are too few places to check except for the Book of Underworld and the Book of Destiny. Don't get your hopes up."

Mu Yin naturally knew this: "I didn't hold out hope, I just found it strange that his fate is not capable of becoming a ghost, if anyone really wants to transform into a ghost, then why do you need the underworld? There is..."

A dragon chant came from the Hall of the Underworld, resounding through half of the underworld, a light blue translucent dragon gradually emerged from the karmic fire, Mu Yin stood up abruptly: "It's done!"

After preparing the small box in his hand for a long time, Mu Yinyang handed it to the top of the dragon's head, and the magic seal was quickly formed. In the blink of an eye, dozens of spells were drawn on the dragon, forcing the dragon to sing again. Unable to cry out, her figure became smaller and smaller, more and more transparent, until she disappeared in place, and the small box landed firmly in Mu Yin's hands.

Mu Yin heaved a sigh of relief, there was still some cold sweat faintly on his forehead, he glanced at the fierce ghost who was still burning in the karmic fire, waved his sleeves lightly to put away the karmic fire, and told Bai Wuchang, "Take him away first." Go down, if you have any questions, ask me when I come back, I have to go to the heaven."

Before Bai Wuchang could nod his head, the Li Gui who had collapsed on the ground and was dragged by the chains so as not to become a puddle suddenly gained strength and uttered two words: "Muyin?"

Mu Yin, who had already turned around to leave, turned around abruptly: "What is your name, this hall?"

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