You are not human

The rising sun drove away the ghosts, and they whimpered and curled up in the only shadow left. Mortals noticed that they dared not approach the sun, and ran out in panic one by one, leaving the shadows far away.

But they also didn't dare to get close to Yin Bei, who looked quite dangerous, and stood hesitantly under the sun, hesitating whether to run away.

Ao Xingtian has already escaped from the illusion, but the shadow that the sunlight instantly melted away just now is still in his heart. He fell to the ground, subconsciously shrinking into the shadow in fear.

Yin Bei stared at him coldly, and then he realized something, and said bitterly: "...Are you sanctified from this?"

"It's still early." Yin Bei sneered, "This is just the beginning."

"I thought I'd be able to watch a three- to five-year series, but you didn't even make it past the beginning."

Ao Xingtian stared at him blankly, and seemed to have suffered a great blow: "It turns out that even if I have the appearance of a saint, can I still not become a saint?"

"Then what's wrong with me?"

He raised his head unwillingly, "Tell me what's wrong?"

"Let me think about it." Yin Bei propped his chin seriously, thinking, "It's too much, I can't say it for a while."

A few smothered laughter came faintly from the side, and Ao Xingtian became annoyed belatedly: "You!"

"Is it a good job for you to be a saint?" Yin Bei smiled, "Sometimes I really don't understand you, what does the first saint do? To fit in with the Tao, to fill the vacancy in the way of heaven, it is said to ascend to the sky, but in fact it is It's gone."

"Even in the phantom of the past, it is impossible to reveal the face of the past..."

He lowered his eyes slightly, "You like this kind of ending so much?"

Ao Xingtian didn't even notice his wavering, and squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "But you stand above tens of thousands of people..."

Yin Bei laughed.

"You said that a saint is the son of destiny, and he has never failed in his life." He pointed to himself, "but I died a long time ago."

"On the road to holiness, I died once, got injured countless times, and almost lost my mind quite a few times. I'm afraid it's not the same as the smooth sailing and scenery you imagined."

"I don't know what you saw next to that Heavenly Emperor, so that it gave you such an illusion... But you said that I am firmly seated as a saint?"

He sneered, "Reincarnation is established, the underworld is formed, the way of heaven has restricted ghosts, and staying in the world is going against the sky."

"So compared to other races, ghosts are more afraid of light and lightning. Is the restriction of your heavenly law only effective for little ghosts?"

Ao Xingtian's eyes shook: "You, don't you..."

"The calamity period once every 300 years is the warning from the Dao of Heaven. He wants me to be reincarnated early and leave the world." Yin Bei shrugged helplessly. , I can't go."

He was sandwiched between the Tribulation Period of Heaven and the Promise of the First Sage, and he was the only ghost in this world who could never be reincarnated.

In addition, Yin Bei's eyes swept over the people in the underworld hidden in the illusion, as well as these troublesome guys.

They do things for the underworld, stay here and don't go to reincarnation, they can't let them suffer from thunder disaster, so these costs are all paid by Yin Bei.

Ao Xingtian's eyes were blank, and for a moment he seemed to have doubts about everything he had been yearning for. Could it be that the sainthood he was looking for was just a phantom of scenery?

Yin Bei shook his head: "People go to high places, and your yearning for the position of saint may be some kind of calculation by the way of heaven."

"It's just that I really don't know what's good about it."

"Because you become a saint, you still have to suffer from thunder calamity. You have to take care of the world's nosy affairs. In case of any catastrophe, you will be the first to be unlucky... If someone really wants to replace me, I will be happy."

Yin Bei's eyes showed regret, "It's a pity that I can't let go of my heart."

He was about to turn around and leave, but Ao Xingtian struggled to sit up and asked him: "Wait!"

"Since this is the case, how did you become holy? Why is it you who have never fallen for thousands of years!"

Yin Bei turned his head slightly: "Who can tell."

He looked at Yunfu Mountain from a distance, "It's just that I still remember why I went to the southern battlefield in the first place, and who I am."

The heart is like a rock, unchanging and unmoving.

His catastrophe, in the end, is a long-lasting struggle against the long time and fickle people's hearts. What is needed is not a moment of lonely courage and blood, but an almost endless eternal persistence.

The short-lived fantasy slowly disappeared like ink submerged in water, and they returned to reality together.

Ao Xingtian had just transformed into a human form unconsciously, and the moment he returned to reality, everyone in the underworld was still wary of him running away, but he looked lost and was greatly shocked, allowing others to put shackles on him without resisting.

He glanced down: "But after all, it is your finger bone, which can open the gate of the prison."

As if responding to his words, a huge pitch-black vortex suddenly appeared in the mid-air above the city.

Yin Bei looked down condescendingly: "Well, thanks to you, you can find it."

The real development back then was different from what Ao Xingtian experienced - he did not retreat.

As the sun rose, he used the tactics of injuring the enemy one thousand and self-inflicting eight hundred, which broke the courage of many ghosts and sent many ghosts to the Hades, but after that, the living people were still coming here.

He can't remember how long that battle went through, he just remembers how many times he woke up from the chaotic killing intent and kept a glimmer of clarity, and there were still endless enemies in front of him.

When he stopped, there were almost no ghosts on the battlefield.

The ghosts either melted away or were sent to the underworld by him, while the living people showed fear and did not dare to step into this battlefield, facing him from afar.

The ground is covered with human bones, and sometimes someone drives strange beasts into battle or casts spells, and the fragile body of a person will be annihilated in an instant—Yin Bei always thought that his body had already been wiped out like other mortals.

It is quite surprising that Ao Xingtian can still find half of his phalanx.

Ao Jinyu glanced down nervously: "The prison will be opened earlier, are you okay, Beibei?"

"Well, it should be around this time, it's just a few days earlier." Yin Bei didn't seem to care, he smiled slightly, "Do you want to protect me?"

"Of course!" Ao Jinyu nodded quickly, not forgetting his role in the beginning, "I'm still your family's treasurer!"

Yin Bei couldn't help laughing: "Okay, then take your seat."

Ao Jinyu lowered his head, only to find that Yin Bei's home is located in the center of S city, and the room connected to the prison seems to be the source of everything, continuously exuding the chill from the depths of the nether world towards the world.

The objects in the four corners of the room, the lacquered golden bowl, the mahogany branch tied with red thread, and a brand-new kitchen knife flew out of the room, faintly separating the ghostly atmosphere from the people, but it was obvious that there was still a gap.

Ao Jinyu seemed to have a sense of it, and flew up quickly. As soon as he settled down, the arrogance of the four "town objects" spread like ripples, and the people who were looking at the strange celestial phenomenon from the window just now seemed to be appeased. The panicked voices gradually died down, and everyone seemed to have sunk into a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere together.

The four "township objects" only left a passage for the ghostly breath, and the stale air that was originally deposited in the ground was forced to rise into the midair, and in the midair, a dark door opened.

Yin Bei stood in front of that gate with a calm expression - this gate would meet him every 300 years, and at first he hated him deeply, but now it seems that he already looks like an old friend.

"Boss!" Wu Shanjun showed a little worried expression, and couldn't help calling him, but Yin Bei turned around, and she didn't know what to say, and she couldn't speak clearly.

"She probably wanted to say that my lord should come back sooner." Lian Chunjun covered his lips and smiled, "Every time after the catastrophe period, the Underworld always celebrates, but today is not a coincidence, and I didn't prepare anything, but I still have to get used to it." yes, right?"

Yin Bei smiled: "Okay, after this overtime shift, I'll take you to eat something good."

Lord Cage Ye bowed lightly: "Wait for your lord's triumphant return."

Yin Bei turned around, his neat short black hair was tied back in the wind, and he was covered in a jet-black robe. His wide sleeves were flapping in the wind, revealing a pair of ghost claws.

The life and death book in Ao Jinyu's arms was slightly hot, and he heard Yin Bei's voice ringing in his ears: "Lend it to me first."

"Oh!" Ao Jinyu responded, and the book flew into Yin Bei's hands.

He jumped down without any hesitation, and the pitch-black door engulfed him, making him invisible in an instant.

Ao Jinyu was a little flustered for a moment, and stretched his head to see the scene inside the door.

The saint appeared by his side at some point, showing a comforting smile: "Don't worry, he'll be back in a while."

The young man's smile has the power to comfort people's hearts, "He actually showed you the book of life and death. He refused to take a look at the beginning."

He paused, and added, "Everyone of the Ten Lords of the Underworld has a copy of the book of life and death, and only the body is on Yin Bei. I wanted to ask him which part it was, but he refused."

Zhu Youjun glanced at him lightly, and wanted to help explain: "The book of life and death is written in the fate of mortals. You were still a mortal at the time, so naturally you couldn't see it."

"He is a dragon, a monster, and his fate is not listed in the book of life and death, so it's okay to show him, it's not..."

"Oh." Si Nanxing shook his head helplessly, "Mr. Zhuyou, you are really a piece of wood. I am telling this little guy that Yin Bei treats him differently from ordinary people. How can there be so many reasons?"

Zhu Youjun was stunned for a while, and frowned slightly to help make up for it, so he nodded seriously: "That's true."

"Your Excellency once said that whoever dares to repeat words in front of him, he will send him to Tongue Hell to pull out his tongue eight hundred times."

He glanced at Ao Jinyu's mouth, "You call him..."

He seemed to feel that this title was quite unspeakable, so he vaguely passed it on, and just continued, "You still have your tongue, he is really extraordinary to you."

Ao Jinyu opened his eyes wide: "Really! In the Three Realms, only I can call?"

He became happy again, "I'll call back a few more times!"

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The author has something to say:

There will be a wedding!And the Ten Kings of Hades must not have a chapter each, let me write an introduction to the structure of Hades for everyone XD Pick everyone's glorious (outrageous) deeds and talk about it!