When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

It was another night, the moon was sparse, and under the bright moonlight, the four of them were enthusiastically analyzing the case on the road.

"There is a conjecture, whether Xu Baili is not dead, colluded with Ma Yue, killed all the people in the mansion together, and then escaped." From Huatian's narration, Zhong Li saw some clues.

Hanada nodded: "It's not impossible."

"Is it Yu Ziyi that we saw last night?"

"Is Yu Ziyi crazy or not?"

"Why is Yu Zi also collecting his soul?"

With Huatian's affirmation, Zhongli raised a series of questions and looked at Huatian, waiting for an answer.

When asked by Zhongli, Huatian only felt that his head was big, and he kind of understood why Brother Chuan thought he was annoying.

"Look at me, I don't know, I'm just speculating, I want to know the answer, I'll ask Yu Ziyi later." Hua Tian pouted in the direction of Yu's mansion.

"Brother Chuan said that he is highly skilled in martial arts, and he is also proficient in soul art. I am afraid that he will be overwhelmed for a while." This is what Huatian is most worried about.

This is also the reason for choosing to act at night. I am afraid that there will be a direct conflict with Yu Ziyi, which will be difficult to deal with.

"Lord Hua, you can rest assured that I'm here." Zhong Li was very confident, and patted the rucksack behind him, which he had been carrying with him these days.

"What kind of treasure are you?" Hua Tian stretched out his hand to touch his backpack, but suddenly remembered Lan Zijun's warning, and retracted again.

Zhongli pretended to be suspicious, but he didn't tell Huatian: "You will know sooner or later."

Huatian snorted coldly, and moved away from Zhongli and the rucksack behind him.

"All the clues lie in Ziyi, so I have to go if I'm afraid." Lan Zijun secretly mocked Huatian.

"I'm not afraid, I'm afraid that you will be in danger." Huatian continued to explain, "I am the boss of the underworld, and I will take you out to handle the case, so I will naturally be responsible for your safety..."

Afraid of Huatian's long-winded words, Lan Zijun had no choice but to nod in advance, which made Huatian shut up.

While speaking, he came to Yu Mansion unknowingly.

The Yu mansion was dilapidated, the red paint was peeling off at the main entrance due to exposure to the sun for a long time, and the surrounding weeds were overgrown, uneven and swaying in the wind. The whole Yu mansion looked like an old dog with ringworm that hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

The huge mansion was pitch-black, lifeless, and even the surrounding houses had been moved away. There were no people in the area for a few miles, and it looked more gloomy than before the underworld was renovated.

The four hid in the dark to observe, waiting for an opportunity to enter the mansion.

At this time, footsteps sounded, and Yu Zi also returned not far away. The bright moonlight cast a halo on him, breaking the dead darkness with this halo.

The footsteps of "Deng Deng" were extremely heavy, and it was unknown why the surrounding area was too quiet.

Lan Zijun sniffed the airflow coming from Yu Ziyi's direction carefully, and whispered, "It smells like blood."

"Brother Zijun, your nose is smarter than a dog." In order to relieve the tension, Huatian teased.

"roll!"

There was a heavy "creaking" sound, and Yu Zi also pushed the door and entered.

"How to get in?" Huatian was in trouble. He is not good at climbing over walls, but drilling holes should be fine. "Seeing that Yu's mansion is so dilapidated, there must be holes in the side walls. Let's find one and get in."

Just do it, Hanada really went to find a hole.

Lan Zijun dragged Huatian back. After all, he is the king of Hades, and he wants to dig a hole to solve the case. It's embarrassing!

Hua Tian was waiting for Lan Zijun to pull him. Last time I saw Lan Zijun used a spell to turn into wind and enter Liu's house. This time he deliberately provoked him, so he had to use it again.

Lan Zijun drew four talismans and pasted them on a few of his bodies. Soon, Huatian felt his body became lighter, floated off the ground, and flew up with the wind. This feeling of taking off by himself is different from sitting on a black crow. Free and unfettered.

After a while, a few of them stepped over the wall and landed on the ground.

After entering the Yu Mansion, it felt even more dilapidated. The loess ground became uneven due to the rain, and the green moss grew wildly, swallowing the scattered debris on the ground, and even the feet were dirty.

As the night fell, only Yu Ziyi's room was dimly lit, and the flickering candles caused Yu Ziyi's shadow to dance.

Taking advantage of the darkness and light, the four boldly came to Yu Ziyi's bedroom, put their ears on the door, and listened to the movement in the room.

There was a crisp impact sound, which should be the sound made by Yu Ziyi throwing the flute on the table.

"He's playing a requiem," Lan Zijun said suddenly.

"What?" Huatian and Zhongli asked in low voices at the same time.

"Think about it carefully, what sound did you hear just now?" Lan Zijun asked back.

"It seemed that something was put on the table." Zhongli recalled.

"Think about it again, what kind of voice is it?" Lan Zijun continued to inspire.

"The sound of bells, it's the sound of bells." Huatian heard it, and it was the ringing sound of a faint bell, and asked, "Does it matter?"

"Why didn't I think of it!" Lan Zijun regretted and explained, "If there were only bells, I wouldn't doubt it, but if it matches the tune, I can be sure."

"Affirm what?" Hanada asked, guessing it must be related to the song Yu Ziyi played.

"The bell is a requiem copper bell. If it is the only thing, it is useless, but it can play the role of requiem when it is played at the same time as the requiem." Lan Zijun explained.

"You mean he played a requiem on the boat." Hua Tian listened to it strangely, and learned a lot of soul arts from Lan Zijun.

"Yes." Warlocks who are familiar with soul arts are particularly sensitive to sounds. Lan Zijun is only annoyed that he didn't hear it earlier: "Every warlock has his own set of requiem songs. I should have guessed it earlier."

"It's not your fault, it's that brother Chuan who misled us and thought Yu Ziyi was really crazy." Hua Tian pushed the blame to brother Chuan.

Every sorcerer has his own set of requiem songs, and Lan Zijun is also a sorcerer. Was the piece he played to Jianjian that day his requiem song?Hanada was suspicious.

"So, Yu Zi is not crazy." After listening for a while, Zhong Li only understood this sentence.

"Not only not crazy, but also very smart." Hua Tian said.

"Let me just say it, Yu Ziyi..." Zhong Li took a step back excitedly, but he didn't expect that Jian Jian was right behind him, and accidentally caught him.

When he fell to the ground, Huatian stretched out his hand to pull Jianjian, only caring about Jianjian, he didn't see the flower pot beside him, so he threw his hand and knocked it over to the ground.

In the silent night, the sound of flower pots breaking was very clear.

At the same time, the light in the house went out, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.

"What should I do?" Hanada wanted to stomp her feet anxiously.

"Let's kill the fish and break the net." Lan Zijun kicked open the door unexpectedly, and under the moonlight, the four blindly blocked the door.

Putting his hand on Huatian's back, Lan Zijun pushed Huatian in, making him a pioneer.

After entering the house, it was pitch black in front of him, and Huatian didn't dare to move, because he felt a chill on his neck, and shouted in his heart: No!

Lan Zijun lit a candle.

When the light came, he was so frightened that his legs went limp.

A shining sword rested on Huatian's neck, and it was a correct decision for him not to move.

"Who are you?" Yu Ziyi's eyes were fierce, and the sword in his hand approached Huatian's neck even more, a trail of blood left behind, Huatian felt a sharp pain, and dared not take a breath, for fear that if he took a breath, he would die One step closer to the blade.

Lan Zijun ignored Yu Ziyi, went to the table under the eyes of everyone, picked up the flute and studied it.

Sure enough, a string of tiny bells was hidden in the air of the flute.

"You played a good requiem, but I didn't even recognize it." Lan Zijun raised the flute to Yu Ziyi, as if to praise him, but actually belittled him.

Seeing that his soul technique was seen through, Yu Zi also became murderous, opened up at the first word of disagreement, pointed the Fengshuang sword at Huatian's neck, and chopped it off accurately.

Sealing the throat with a sword, Yu Ziyi's martial arts champion was not blown out.

Plasma gushed out, and Huatian fell to the ground clutching his neck, his pupils dilated, his face was pale, and he muttered tremblingly: "Oh, it hurts me to death."

Decapitation is nothing more than a scar the size of a bowl. Hua Tian felt it deeply today. Holding the scar on his neck with his hands, he clearly felt the break between his head and body, and the scalding blood continued to hit Hua Tian's touch.

The most exasperating thing is that Huatian still can't die, so he can only endure the pain and wait for the scar to heal automatically. How much he hopes that he is really dead at this moment, so that he won't feel the pain continuously.

"You..." The Fengshuang sword fell from his hand, and Yu Zi also looked at Huatian who was still talking in surprise.

"Why didn't you die?" Kneeling beside Huatian, Yu Zi also shook the painful Huatian out of control.

Fuck you, uncle, let go!

Huatian just wanted to yell at Yu Ziyi, the one who was shaken by him, another liter of blood flowed out, and it would take more time to recover.

"Tell me quickly, how you came back from the dead, tell me quickly." Yu Zi also thought that there was some way to bring the dead back to life when he turned back, so he shook him persistently, really like crazy.

Huatian is rolling his eyes now, half dead, and can only curse inwardly: someone will drag him away.

Lan Zijun knew that Huatian would not die, watching the good show, Zhong Li didn't react, his eyes were fixed on the bloody Huatian.

Jianjian, who was hiding behind Zhongli, had a tenacity coming from nowhere, and stepped forward to push Yuziyi away.

"My lord, are you alright!" Kaneken stroked Hanada's head, trying to ease his pain.

Hanada seemed to have grasped at straws, and leaned on Jianjian's side with all her heart, her body curled up, as if she had found a sense of security in the mother's womb.

The pain of beheading is not something ordinary people can afford.

"Jianjian!" Seeing Jianjian rushing out, Zhongli realized it, and hurried forward to protect Jianjian and Huatian.