Douluo: The Lower Realm of the Children of the King of God and the Lord God

In the dark room, the aging wires are exposed, working hard to support the incandescent lamp that brings light.

There is no sunshine all year round, the ground here is damp, the cabinets in the corners are also old, and the paint on them is peeling off.

The whole room was in disarray. In addition to some old supplies, there were even more broken electrical appliances. There were more than a dozen TV sets alone.

An unshaven man was lying on the armchair with his eyes closed and meditating. His stretched body was much longer than the armchair, and his entire calf was on the ground.

The radio was playing an opera that was no longer popular nowadays, but the man was fascinated by it and could even hum a few lines casually.

There was constant movement outside, and from time to time, cars would drive across the road and make noises.

The sound of heavy footsteps came to the man's ears. He raised his hand and pressed the button of the radio. When he raised his head again, there was a knock on the door.

Three long and one short, he stood up and opened the door.

The moment the door opened, the man who could no longer hold up fell in.

"Xiao Hongzi?" The man helped him with quick eyes and hands, "Who hurt you?"

This man was still alive and kicking when he went out.

Fu Hong raised his eyes and called weakly, "Master Kuo."

Mr. Kuo helped the person in and closed the door neatly.

Fu Hong's injury was very serious, almost damaging his spiritual veins. After Kuo Ye took his pulse, he began to repair his spiritual veins.

The man rummaged for herbs and fed him medicine. A subtle blue light shone in the room, and he looked worried.

Seeing the person open his eyes, he felt relieved and asked, "Who hurt you?"

Fu Hong gasped and said, "I met Yan Ji, and he took me back to the place where the soul is bound."

After dealing with the people of Shu Ling Chu for so many years, Mr. Kuo certainly knows Yan Ji's ability. He has stepped on the bodies of thousands of souls to get to the position of the main team of Destroyer.

The top ten spirits on the spirit list are not easy to deal with.

"He captured you and took you back to the place where the soul is bound?" Mr. Kuo stared at him, "Then why do you appear here?"

Fu Hong calmed down the spiritual power in his body and started to do it, "A woman broke into the spiritual gathering place and took me out. She wanted me to take her to you, but Yan Ji chased her out at the critical moment. I took advantage of them When the fight started, he ran back."

After hearing his words, the usually calm Mr. Kuo couldn't help but become interested.

"Break into the spiritual place?"

This is the first time in 50 years that someone has been able to break through the formation barrier at Shuling.

"Yes, and it didn't cause a big shock. I can see that she is very powerful. Yan Ji can beat her and has no power to fight back." Fu Hong said emotionally.

Now the entire Nanzhou knows that Mr. Kuo has stolen the Mingyang Tomb and is the number one felon in the Shuling Department.

Not many people dare to compete with Shu Ling Chu.

If she didn't have two brushes, it would be impossible for a woman to break into the spiritual place alone.

Mr. Kuo wanted to say something else, but after he reacted, he waved his head at Fu Hong's head. Inspired by his spiritual power, a string of mantras appeared on his head.

"Tracking spell."

Fu Hong's expression changed drastically. He clearly used his spiritual power but nothing came out. Why was there still a tracking spell on his body?

Just as he was surprised, the string of spells suddenly rose into the sky, expanded and transformed into a formation that enveloped the two of them.

"It's been calculated." Kuo Ye said coldly while standing among them.

The person who can break into the place where the spirit is bundled must have strong spiritual power, and the binding force of the spell is also extremely strong, which cannot be easily induced by ordinary spiritual people.

"Master Kuo!" Fu Hong struggled to stand up.

His voice was followed by the sound of wooden boards exploding, sawdust flying in the air, choking people's noses and itching.

Mu Qian patted the dirt on his body and walked in swaggeringly.

"It's you!" Fu Hong's eyes nearly popped out.

When he ran away, this man was fighting fiercely with Yan Ji. How could he catch up so quickly?

"It's me. If I don't let you go and fight Yan Ji again, will you run back without any defense?"

After listening to her words, Fu Hong realized that he had been plotted.

She even lured Yan Ji there, just to make him believe that she would not chase him out again.

"Miss, you have the ability to break into the spiritual storage place, and then go to all the trouble to follow him here, is it for me?" Mr. Kuo stared at the little girl who broke into the door without politeness.

Wearing a mask, I don't know what he really looks like, but just by looking at his clothes and listening to his voice, he doesn't look much older.

"Hey, it's not me who's looking for you, it's him." Mu Qian raised her hand and pointed back.

Kuo Ye raised his eyes and found someone else at the door.

The light above the head can only illuminate the area close to the door. There is a door between them. The person outside the door is standing in the shadow. He can only see the slender and strong figure, but can't see his appearance clearly.

"Hurry in and receive him, don't waste my time." Mu Qian said, turning around and grabbing Chi Si's hand and dragging him in.

Under the dim light, Mr. Kuo saw clearly the appearance of the person coming, and he quickly reacted in shock.

"Who did I think it was? It turns out to be Fourth Master Chi."

Fu Hong also looked at the man next to Mu Qian. This pretty boy could be the famous Living King of Hell.

I am afraid that no one in the entire imperial capital knows that the fourth master of the Chi family is a serious living king of hell.

"Could it be that Fourth Master came here to see me?" Mr. Kuo stared at the man opposite and asked.

When the two people's eyes met, there was a sense of tension and urgency.

Chi Si's arrogant aura coupled with his height advantage can make people feel oppressed even if they stand there doing nothing. This is an innate sense of oppression.

But this wealthy man looked like a big man, and even with a height of 1.9 meters, he did not give in at all when facing Chi Si.

"You plotted against me." Fu Hong struggled for a while, but couldn't break free from the spell.

He looked at Mu Qian with resentment in his eyes.

"I told you that I was looking for Mr. Kuo. I told you from the beginning." Mu Qian spread his hands and said openly.

"This young lady is the one Fu Hong said was the one who broke the barrier at the Soul-Sucking Department. Sure enough, Nanzhou is really full of talents." Mr. Kuo looked at Mu Qian with admiration in his eyes.

Mu Qian stepped back, half-leaning on the cabinet beside the wall, and raised her hand to make a gesture.

"Uncle, please don't waste your efforts. You can't break this curse."

Of course she can't take S-level spirits lightly.

"Then I wonder what Fourth Master wants me to do?" Mr. Kuo gave up his struggle and looked at the person opposite calmly.

Mu Qian wasn't very curious about this question. As long as she ensured that this person didn't run away from her, she didn't care much about Chi Si's purpose.

"You go out first." The man in front of her suddenly turned his head and looked at her.

Mu Qian raised her finger and pointed at herself, "Should I go out?"

Chi Si said nothing, and Mu Qian understood what she meant, so she jumped off the cabinet and walked out.

When I walked to the door, I looked back as if I remembered something.

"You should take good care of him yourself."

Don't run away and blame her again.

As soon as Mu Qian stepped out of the door, a figure flew out from behind and hit Mu Qian hard at the foot.

"Tsk tsk, really cruel."

Fu Hong lay on the ground and almost carried it without a breath. He couldn't count how many times he had been thrown today.

Moreover, the strength of these people was stronger than the last, and the last one almost broke his bones.