When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

Yu Qingquan's home is on the outskirts of the city, and the four night walkers came here.

The sky was high and the clouds were thick, and the thin crescent moon was shining faintly. Under the cover of the clouds, there was not much left on the ground.

The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, and it is time to kill.

Huatian couldn't help shivering, if it weren't for the few people around him, he wouldn't dare to come here alone.

The other three all looked heavy and sullen, speechless to each other.

In the huge and wide field, a dilapidated earth embryo house stands alone in the center, like a flat boat in the vast sea, surrounded by weeds half a person's height, swaying with the wind, under the projection of the faint moonlight, Shadows float.

Taking advantage of the messy withered grass, the four found a better place to squat, and the scene in the hut was clearly seen.

"I want to pee." In the silence, Hanada said surprisingly.

"Hold on." Lan Zijun endured.

"I can't hold it anymore, I'll come as soon as I go." Hua Tian turned around to leave, but was pulled back by Lan Zijun.

"No, you will startle the snake." Lan Zijun held back.

"Then I'll take care of it here." Hanada began to untie his belt.

Lan Zijun couldn't bear it anymore: "Damn you..."

"Hey, hey." Lan Zijun hadn't finished cursing, Huatian's belt hadn't been untied yet, a burst of laughter came from not far away.

"Hush!" Jianjian Zhongli hissed at the same time.

No more squabbling, a few concentrated attention, staring at the people who came

The gray-haired Yu Qingquan staggered out of the door, his butt sank, and he sat on the ground casually, smiling silly at the copper coins in his hand. This was the money he had begged for, and he would take it out and count it every night when he fell asleep.

His clothes are ragged, the cotton wool inside pops out restlessly, his hair is disheveled, and oily strands stick to his face. Even if he is far away, he can see that his life is ugly, his teeth are turned out, and his mouth seems to never close. superior.

"He is a beggar." Zhongli whispered.

"It seems to be a fool." Jianjian added.

Seeing Yu Qingquan's state, Huatian was even more sure: "Who would spend money to assassinate a beggar with an abnormal brain, or this person is also mentally ill, or our guess is correct."

"Shh, someone is coming." Lan Zijun reminded them, they shut up and looked more carefully.

The figure of the visitor looked burly, like Lin Biao, and all four lowered their heads subconsciously.

Lin Biao slowly approached Qingquan and observed it in the dark. It was easy to see that the person sitting in front of the room was a fool, and Lin Biao was also surprised.

First, he ignored the idiot sitting in front of the house, and after searching in and out of the house for a few times, but found no one else, he had no choice but to go to the idiot and asked, "Where is Yu Qingquan?"

Yu Qingquan was not completely stupid, he understood this, and grinned, showing his yellowed teeth: "Hey, I am."

Only then did Lin Biao believe it, and without any scruples about Yu Qingquan, he took out a knife to wipe it in front of him.

Yu Qingquan didn't know how to live or die, stepped forward and tugged at the corner of Lin Biao's clothes, stretched out the bowl containing copper coins in front of him, and begged: "Good man, have pity on me, one or two is not too small."

After the knife was wiped, Lin Biao looked at the ignorant Yu Qingquan, shook his head, took out a few copper coins from his purse, and threw them into Yu Qingquan's bowl.

The copper coins collided with the bowl, making a crisp sound, piercing the silent sky, and reaching Huatian's ears. Huatian felt like waking up from a dream, and only then did he realize what Lin Biao was going to do next.

"Brother, I'm sorry, you can save the money in the underworld." Without hesitation, Lin Biao went down with the knife.

Blood splashed on the spot, and Yu Qingquan's head was separated from his body. Because Lin Biao cut the knife too quickly, Yu Qingquan hadn't reacted yet, and the joy of receiving the money was still on his face.

don't want!Hua Tian didn't shout out, but Lan Zijun blocked his mouth with his hand: "Life and death are fate, don't meddle in your own business."

Huatian didn't resist or refute, everyone was dead, no matter how much he said, it wouldn't help.

Breaking free from Lan Zijun's hand, Huatian came to a corner, unable to bear to look directly at Qingquan's miserable appearance.

"My lord, don't be sad, wait for you to work for a few more years, and just look down on life and death." Zhongli didn't know how to comfort Huatian, so he could only pass on his own experience to him.

Hua Tian waved his hand, signaling Zhong Li that he is fine.

Assuming that Hua Tian was fine, Zhong Li turned his head away.

When he was depressed, a tiny force tugged at his waist, which lightly made Hanada think it was Feng's mischievous teasing, and brushed it away with his hand, never wanting to touch the warm and soft other hand.

Like suddenly getting a rare piece of ice in the hot summer, Huatian cherishes it very much, and tightens this hand, not wanting to let go.

This hand is very obedient, although the palm of the hand is sweating, but he feels Huatian's dependence and dare not move it. After holding it for a long time, Huatian looked at the owner of the hand, and a black veil came into view.

After being silent for a long time, Hanada said in a hoarse voice, "Jianjian, thank you."

Unexpectedly, Lord Yama would thank you, and there was no reason to thank him, Jian Jian became nervous, pulled out his hand, and waved it in the air again and again.

Through the veil, through the thick rouge powder, Hanada has already imagined the tense expression of Kanekaki, like a frightened kitten, whose gloomy mood suddenly improves, and the desire to flirt gradually rises.

He tapped Jianjian on the head and said, "Why don't you kneel down this time."

Jianjian was already sitting on the ground, and it was inconvenient to turn into a kneeling position, and when he got into trouble, he was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

"It's really like a kitten." Through the veil, Hanada scratched Jianjian's nose.

After playing around, Huatian regained his energy and came to the front again to investigate the case side by side with Lan Zijun.

Lan Zijun listened carefully to the conversation just now, and only recovered after Huatian patted him on the shoulder.

Pretending to be nonchalant, he took out the soul-seeking plate and aimed it at the direction of Qingquan's death.

This plate is headed by the pointer of the dragon head, and the direction pointed by the dragon head is the position of the soul. There are thousands of soul-seeking disks in the world, but only the one held by Lan Zijun is the high-quality goods. , no soul can escape the search of this disk.

The pointer on the plate jumped slightly and soon stabilized. Lan Zijun said: "His soul is about to be separated from his body."

"The murderer will appear soon." Huatian stared at the location where Yu Qingquan died. He must find the murderer and avenge the innocent.

Just as everyone was waiting nervously, a figure flashed and came to the corpse at an extremely fast speed.

Because it was not far away, Hua Tian couldn't see more clearly, and recognized the person who came at a glance.

His appearance, his demeanor make people remember it at a glance.

"It's the man who played the flute on the boat that day." Lan Zijun also saw who it was.

Jianjian and Zhongli nodded in agreement, the sound of the flute that day was so beautiful, it left a deep impression on them.

Today, he is still dressed in black, expressionless, pale under the moonlight, like a wandering soul in the wild.

Seeing Yu Qingquan's corpse, the man was not afraid, his face was very calm, so calm that he was so stiff that he even took out a handkerchief from his waist to pull the head that had rolled to the side of the corpse.

Yu Qingquan's hair was stuck to his face because it was covered with blood. The man pushed the hair aside through a handkerchief. After confirming that it was Yu Qingquan's face, the man took out another thing from his waist.

"It's a soul-seeking plate!" Lan Zijun recognized what the man took out at a glance, it was very similar to the one he was holding, the only difference was that this plate was headed by Feng Ling.

There are few unique treasures in the world. The artisans who made artifacts followed the way of liking yin and yang. After making the dragon plate, they found phoenix feathers and made a phoenix plate.

After Lan Zijun explained briefly, the four of them held their breath, realizing that this person was extraordinary, and became alert.

After the same exploration as Lan Zijun, after confirming the location of the soul, the man took out many utensils for practice from his sleeves, lined up beside the corpse, and focused on drawing incantations on the amulets with cinnabar pen and ink.

After finishing the drawing of the spell, the man performed the ritual on the corpse with extremely skilled techniques.

Flicking it vigorously in the air, the mantra written in strange French ignited a faint blue light under the pale moonlight. The man moved slightly and chanted the mantra quickly. The blue light illuminated his face, and his face was expressionless. On, it gives people a chilling feeling.

After the spell was burned out, the man's activated lips suddenly stopped moving, and he stared at the corpse under his feet.

"Ah..." Caught off guard, a terrifying cry pierced the sky, like the last wail of a beast that has been hit hard, Yu Qingquan's soul swayed from side to side like crazy in the air, but it seemed to be fixed by something, He could only go mad on the spot, slapping the surroundings indiscriminately.

Because it is a soul, Yu Qingquan couldn't take pictures of the real thing, and could only slap himself in pain, looking extremely helpless.

After a burst of roaring, Yu Qingquan's soul gradually calmed down.

Shocked to the point of numbness by the roar, the four didn't take their hands away from their ears until the wind blew beside their ears.

"The soul is gone." Lan Zijun looked at the soul-finding disk in his hand, and several people surrounded him, and the pointer really stopped moving.

"I'm going to kill him right now." Zhong Li put his hand on the large package beside him, determined that the man was the murderer, and rushed to arrest him.

Seeing Zhongli's confident appearance, Huatian was very pleasantly surprised. The man was definitely not a good person. Zhongli Neng wanted to arrest him without hesitation. It seemed that he still had something hidden in his stomach.

"No hurry." Huatian stopped Zhongli, because the matter was not clear yet, and he was afraid that he would startle the snake.

Zhong Li obeyed and retreated.

Annoyed by the roar of the soul just now, the four of them became irritable, but the man's mood was not affected at all, and he calmly cleaned up the things on the ground, as calmly as if he had completed a trivial matter.

The four watched him pack up the utensils from behind the grass, and watched him leave.