When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

"Haha..." Ming Mingde laughed loudly and said, "Is there anyone in the Three Realms who doesn't know this flute? It's dangerous for you to show off like this."

Lan Zijun sneered: "I usually don't take out this flute, only when I'm probing, I will show my hand."

"You..." After falling into Lan Zijun's tricks, Ming Mingde was powerless to retaliate, and seeing Wei Zhi looking at him suspiciously, he changed the subject and said, "Mr. Lan, this is not the Western Region, you should abide by Xu Chao's palace rules That's good."

Seeing that Lan Zijun's cuffs were covered with dust, Ming Mingde thought that he was always neat and tidy, so he flattered him: "Mr. Lan, your robe is dirty. I'll send someone to make some new ones for you tomorrow."

"No need, I think it's dirty." Lan Zijun took out a handkerchief, wiped the areas on his hands that had just been swept by the whisk, and stepped back to one side.

Ming Mingde, who was rejected, gave orders to the guards with a sullen face: "From today, Sheshan will be sealed off, and the Imperial Forest Army will guard it day and night. The murderer must be trapped on the mountain to death, but no one is allowed to enter Sheshan for half a step, and those who violate the order will be executed."

"Is there no one left in this Wang Xu Dynasty? We still need an order from the mage." Lan Zijun sneered.

Hearing this, the Yulin General Army was embarrassed for a while, not knowing whether to act or not, after all, there was no imperial decree from the emperor.

"Mage, let's close the mountain after the emperor's order is issued." The head of the general army asked Ming Mingde cautiously.

Mingming blew his beard and stared angrily, and said angrily, "I'll go here to ask for orders."

"But remember, no one is allowed to step in, this is the original order of the emperor." Ming Mingde glanced at Lan Zijun, and he was talking about you.

"I'm so sleepy, I'm going back to sleep." Lan Zijun didn't plan to go to Sheshan tonight at all, he just wanted to test Ming Mingde.

Mission accomplished, go back to sleep.

Lan Zijun left under Ming Mingde's sparkling eyes. It seemed that Ming Mingde couldn't sleep well tonight.

Cold Palace

Huatian climbed up the three-meter-high city wall, stood at a high altitude and looked down, the vegetation underneath seemed to move, Huatian's eyes blurred, and he fell headlong in a whirl.

"Hey, hello!" Huatian touched the wall, stroking his waist, stood up with difficulty, and said to himself: "I didn't get scared to death, I was thrown to death first."

After adjusting his breath for a while, Hanada looked at the interior of the cold palace.

The cold palace is still clean, not as bleak as the outside, with some fireworks, clothes hanging to dry and smelly chamber pots, it seems that there are people living there.

But the strange thing is that the front hall is lit with candles, the fire is bright, and the apse is dark.

The hall was very quiet, and there was no one in sight, Hua Tian comforted himself: "Whoever wakes up in the middle of the night, they should all be asleep."

Hua Tian sneaked into the hall, and it was not easy to act in the bright place, so he came to the apse by the corner. The darker the darker the dark, the deeper the hidden secret.

Huatian only had this idea in his mind, but he forgot that the danger in the dark is also greater.

When we came to the apse, the door was unlocked, and Huatian entered easily, and it was dark before his eyes, and he couldn't see his fingers.

Huatian stopped in his tracks, a gust of sandalwood came to his face, Huatian had a guess, maybe this is a Buddhist hall, so there was no one at night.

Thinking of the Buddhist hall, Huatian thought of the one in Xitian, and was in a bad mood, and began to mutter: Amitabha, Amitabha.

While thinking, he rushed forward cautiously, stretched out his hands to grope around, poked out the soles of his feet, and tested the front.

"Hey!" No matter how cautious he was, Huatian was still powerless against the darkness, tripping over a hard object under his feet, Huatian jumped on it in a daze.

Groping the four walls of the hard object, based on its shape and his experience working in the underworld, he deduced that he was lying on top of a coffin at this time.

"My dear mother! I will never get rid of the fate of being in the coffin in this life." Hua Tian jumped off the coffin, planning to evacuate.

After running out for a few steps, he turned back and said to himself, "I'm here to investigate the case, so I can't let go of any clues."

Driven by curiosity, Huatian wanted to open the coffin for an autopsy.

"Don't blame me, I'm also here to investigate the case, just take a look at it." Huatian bowed three times to the coffin and began to push the lid. Fortunately, the coffin was not nailed to death, and Huatian pushed a small opening without much effort , stretched his hand in.

After touching it a few times, it didn't feel right: "It's strange, why is there nothing, where is the corpse?"

Unable to figure it out, Huatian simply pushed the coffin lid away.

The light was too dim, so I buried my face in it.

"Don't look for it, I'm here." A sharp voice suddenly sounded from behind Huatian, Huatian only felt a gloomy chill behind him, and the hair on his back stood on end.

The faint light casts the shadow of Huatian and the "ghost" behind it on the wall, which looks like a child on the back of Huatian.

A hand rested on Huatian's shoulder, Huatian's scalp felt numb, and he slowly turned his head to look back. A skinny old hand pinched his shoulder forcefully.

Turning around again, a face full of old spots smiled "kindly" towards him. This "ghost" had disheveled hair and held a candle. Dirt, saliva skipped over the teeth, and was about to drip onto Huatian.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! There's a ghost!" Huatian rushed towards the door in a panic, and tripped again in a panic. With the help of the candle held by the "old ghost", Huatian saw clearly that he was caught A coffin tripped over, and there were more than a dozen coffins indistinctly around.

It turns out that this is not a Buddhist hall, but a Yizhuang.

Huatian stood up with difficulty, and walked towards the light of the door stumblingly. Fortunately, the "old ghost" was not too eager to chase.

Just as he was about to walk out of the coffin, another "female ghost" holding a candle jumped out of the door.

"Bitch, don't try to deceive Aijia." The "female ghost" pointed at Huatian's nose and cursed for no reason.

The "female ghost" is not like the "old ghost" just now. She is dressed gorgeously. Although her face is covered with wrinkles, she is still graceful and luxurious.

Could it be that the dead old concubine appeared?

Huatian also didn't think too much, took out the ghost-suppressing charm given to him by Lan Zijun from his waist, stuck it on her forehead, and recited the mantra: "Urgently, as ordered, be determined."

Not only did the "female ghost" not stay still, she tore off the talisman crazily, rushed towards the flower field, and shouted: "Bitch, dare to touch Aijia."

"Is the spell wrong?" Huatian avoided the attack of the "female ghost", endured the pain, and ran away.

The two "ghosts" were quickly left behind by him.

"Too, too evil." Hua Tian was panting tiredly, leaning on the pillar to rest.

The movement made at this moment caused the people in the hall to quarrel.

Huatian lowered his head to rest, but he didn't know that he was surrounded, and a strong tone came from above his head, asking: "Who are you?"

Hua Tian looked up, mother, a few tough palace maids were pointing at him with wooden sticks, and the person who was questioning was a middle-aged woman.

The woman was dressed in plain and dignified clothes, with raised eyebrows, thin and cold lips, and a stubbornness in her eyes that made people surrender.