After sending the wrong order, I got angry with the Lord of the Underworld

Fan Ming's body was wrapped with countless red threads.

All the red threads were twisted into one strand at Mu Yuanzhi's fingertips, and it looked like Fan Ming was a marionette in Mu Yuanzhi's hands.

"Spiritualization?" Yu Qing was taken aback for another moment, feeling very unbelievable, "So it's not Fan Ming..."

If it wasn't Fan Ming, then who else?

Yu Qing felt a chill run down his spine, and once again ran through all the ghosts he knew in his mind.

"Spiritualization?" Wuyou stood up holding his injured arm. He glanced at Mu Yuanzhi, and then his eyes fell on Fan Ming, "Isn't this thing already lost?"

"Lost does not mean disappearance." After Mu Yuanzhi replied, he ignored Wuyou directly. The red line on his fingertips seemed to flash a dark stream of light, but he didn't care.

Fan Ming was silent from the moment the red thread on his body was caught by Mu Yuanzhi. He bowed his head in silence, looked at a certain place on the ground, and suddenly laughed.

"Yu Qing..." Fan Ming called Yu Qing, and with a twist of his wrist, a dagger appeared in his palm, "We've known each other for almost 1000 years."

1000 years is enough for several generations to change in the human world, but it is only a fragment of a long life in the underworld.

"What do you want to say." Yu Qing tilted his head, looking at Fan Ming with no emotion in his eyes, "Play the emotional card with me at this time? Do you think it's useful?"

Fan Ming laughed again and shook his head, "I've known you for so many years, don't I know what kind of personality you are?"

As he said that, the red thread on Fan Ming's body suddenly tightened, his voice paused, but his eyes were as clear as ever, "I just want to say..."

"Yu Qing, you are actually quite pitiful."

He took a step in Yu Qing's direction, and behind him Mu Yuanzhi frowned, and his hand grasping the red thread tightened a bit.

"When is it your turn to take pity on me?" Yu Qing saw that the long sword in his hand disappeared every inch of Fan Ming's approach. He was about to say something, but Fan Ming snatched it away.

"You can't keep anything in your life." When Fan Ming said this, he finally walked in front of Yu Qing.

The smile on his face was getting stronger, but he couldn't see half a happy emotion. Just when Yu Qing was about to beat him with a cold face, Fan Ming suddenly stretched out his hand towards Yu Qing, the dagger in his palm was almost touching Yu Qing's. Neck across.

"Whether it's a family member, friend, or lover, you can't keep any of them."

Fan Ming's voice was hoarse, and he was smiling when he said this, which sounded very strange.A bloody mark appeared on his face, densely packed, covering the entire right side of his face.

As he spoke, he waved the dagger at Yu Qing.

"Don't you think that you are very pitiful?"

Hearing this, Mu Yuanzhi hastily tightened the red thread in his hand, restrained Fan Ming's pace, and said loudly, "Yu Qing, don't listen to him."

Pitiful?

Yu Qing also didn't expect to hear someone use such an adjective to describe himself one day.

Is he pitiful?

How could he be pitiful.

When the Lord of the Underworld is around, he is carefree, and when the Lord of the Underworld is away, he says what he says.

Yu Qing took a deep breath, and when he dodged Fan Ming's dagger again, he suddenly drew out the long sword in his hand, and the next second, he stabbed fiercely at Fan Ming's heart.

At this moment, Fan Ming turned his wrist and wiped the dagger towards his neck.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the red thread on Fan Ming's body was all cut into the flesh, and the color became thicker.

He fell to the ground, and when the dagger in his hand fell to the ground, there was a crisp sound, and the smile on the corner of his mouth finally dissipated.

Yu Qing felt that his emotions were disturbed again. He stared at Fan Ming's broken body, and suddenly he didn't know what emotion he was in right now.

Various emotions invaded his mind, and Yu Qing felt that his arm holding the sword was getting colder and colder.

But suddenly, his hand was held by someone.

"Yu Qing..." Mu Yuanzhi's hand was cut by those red lines, but it finally warmed up, "Don't listen to him."

Mu Yuanzhi said, "You still have me."

"Mu Yuanzhi..." Yu Qing's mind was in a mess, he subconsciously grabbed Mu Yuanzhi, his voice hoarse, "I seem...something is wrong..."

He suddenly felt a little out of control.

I seem to be on the verge of losing control.

"It'll be fine." Mu Yuanzhi comforted him in a low voice, and let him hold on.

Wuyou who was behind them looked at this scene, his face became more and more serious.

-

"Who is that traitor?" Yu Qing grabbed his hair and looked out the window, "It's not Fan Ming..."

It is impossible for the person who sets up the insanity to perform the insanity on himself.

Now that Tingfeng is dead, he is also ruled out.

Then... only Wuyou is left.

Yu Qing was thinking about it when he suddenly heard a slight sound. He turned his head and saw Mu Yuanzhi walking towards the door.

"You want to go out?" Yu Qing asked.

Mu Yuanzhi responded, frowning slightly, "I'll go out and check the situation outside, and I'll be back soon."

Yu Qing wanted to say that he would go too, but then thought of Wuyou, and swallowed those words silently, "Then be careful."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Mu Yuanzhi smiled, and walked straight towards the Wangchuan River after going out.

He was going to verify his conjecture.

At this moment, the Wangchuan River was inexplicably turbulent, the water kept churning, and several waves even appeared.The flowers on the other side of the river are in full bloom, and the color is close to blood.

There has always been a rule in the underworld, that is, when crossing the Wangchuan River, you can't pick the other shore flowers here.

Although no ghost knows why, but no ghost has dared to break this rule for so many years.

Mu Yuanzhi walked slowly through the field of flowers on the other side, and a few vague memory fragments that appeared before appeared in his mind.

He walked up to a Bianhua flower, squatted down slowly, his fingertips had already touched the stem of the flower, but he hesitated.

"Is this really the case?" Mu Yuanzhi looked at the Bana flower, not knowing whether he was right or wrong, "If I am really the Lord of the Underworld..."

Then will he really seal his memory in this piece of flowers on the other side?

Many conjectures flashed through Mu Yuanzhi's mind, and he almost rehearsed various possibilities.Not knowing which emotion prevailed, Mu Yuanzhi finally made up his mind.

He exerted force with his fingertips, and a Bana flower snapped.

The other shore flower has no flowers and leaves, and the bare stem does not feel good to the touch.

Mu Yuanzhi held the flowers and waited for several seconds before anything happened.There was a crack in his usually calm expression, "Could it be... I guessed wrong?"

If not here, where else could it be?

Mu Yuanzhi's expression suddenly became serious. When his fingertips passed over the Bianhua flower next to him, he was cut by the sharp leaves, and a drop of blood fell into the center of the flower.

Mu Yuanzhi lowered his head, and saw a blood-colored light emanating from the flower until it enveloped him.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness struck again, and the space in front of him kept squeezing, twisting, and deforming.

The previously recovered memories quickly flashed across the scene in his mind, and at the end of the picture was his memory of falling to heaven.

It is still the sky filled with countless cracks in memory, and it is still the world filled with black and blood.

The vague voice next to my ear finally became clear, it was a familiar female voice.

Yuan Shu...

Mu Yuanzhi was not surprised by this, he had also heard from Yu Qing before that Yuan Shu was not a ghost but a fairy.

Therefore, it makes sense why Yuan Shu appeared in the underworld.

"My lord...go here, there is no way out." Yuan Shu's voice rang in his ears again, and Mu Yuanzhi heard his firm answer again.

And this time, he finally saw clearly what the so-called Fallen Heaven was.

The way of heaven restricts everything in the world, including the heavenly clan.

It sets the rules, and at the same time forces all living beings to abide by the rules.

And it was obvious that the fallen Mu Yuanzhi was blatantly challenging it.

Several bolts of lightning flashed across, illuminating the dark sky.

Dust was everywhere on the edge of the cliff, and the wind blowing from nowhere was wrapped in rocks and flying sand, making Mu Yuanzhi's robe rattle.

The surroundings looked extremely depressing, all kinds of dark colors were intertwined and mixed, which made the white clothes on Mu Yuanzhi's body stand out.

It was also at this time that he suddenly heard a faint questioning voice, "Aren't you turning back now?"

"When I took this step, I never thought about turning back."

Mu Yuanzhi closed his eyes, and the thunder that had been rolling for a long time finally landed on him.

-

Once the seeds of doubt are planted in the heart, it will be difficult to eliminate them without results.

Yu Qing was still thinking about how to send Mu Yuanzhi away to test Wuyou, but Mu Yuanzhi had arranged a place for himself.

With no worries, Yu Qing became a little more unscrupulous.

He first went to deal with Fan Ming's body, and then checked the current situation in the underworld, and then slowly went to Wuyou's house.

Yu Qing himself couldn't remember exactly how many times he had stepped into Wuyou's house.But every time he would appear both physically and mentally disgusted.

In the past, Yu Qing only thought that he had such emotions because he hated Wuyou, but now he realized that something was wrong with this house. He kicked open the door of Wuyou's house rudely as usual, and looked at the Wuyou, who was sitting in the living room bandaging his wound, showed an inexplicable smile, "Yo, it hurts so badly."

Yu Qing sat on the sofa next to Wuyou, tapped the table with her fingertips, "Do you want me to help?"

Wuyou's appearance is feminine, Yu Qing still missed his gender when he first came to the underworld.Although Yu Qing apologized sincerely later, it still made a difference.

"No need..." Wuyou bandaged the wound on his arm in twos and twos, and turned his head to look at Yu Qing, "What's the matter?"

"Of course there is." Yu Qing said as he approached Wuyou, "Where is Tingfeng's body? We've known each other for so many years, you can't even help him collect the body?"

With just a few words, Yu Qing and Wuyou have already broken through the safe distance.

"What do you want to do?" Wuyou had the same coffin face as before, and his tone was still flat.

On the contrary, it was Yu Qing who felt particularly wrong today.

He suddenly stretched out his hand to clasp Wuyou's wrist bone, and the long sword in his other hand appeared, and placed it directly on Wuyou's neck.

"What do I want to do?" Yu Qing sneered, looking at the talisman array slowly lighting up under Wuyou's feet, "It should be what you want to do."