Hell, run away, the little milk baby is coming to the underworld again.

"Why don't I have privileges? Why should he have privileges?" Ling Fengzi said unconvinced.

Black and White Wuchang looked at the King of Hell, and the King of Hell looked at Xiao Yanbao.

Xiao Yanbao rolled his eyes, "Look at what I'm doing. It's not the privilege I gave to the Shengyu Clan. You set the rules of the underworld."

King of Hell: I can’t express my sufferings now, but I have to bear them anyway.

"Okay, let's not talk about the privileges for now. Let's go to the patriarch of the Shengyu Clan to see if we can do it." The King of Hell quickly changed the subject.

Otherwise, this person will have to get to the bottom of it again.

"Yes, yes." Black and White Wuchang agreed.

King of Hell: Humph! I guess you have some conscience.

"Okay, let's go now." Xiao Yanbao said.

She didn't even think about asking who decided this privilege. Her privilege was greater than anyone else's, haha.

Black and White Wuchang led the way, and several people arrived at the residence of the leader of the Shengyu Clan.

Xiao Yanbao has been to the underworld countless times, but she is not familiar with the underworld.

Now it seems that there is no difference between the structure of this underworld and the human world.

There are streets with rows of houses on both sides of the streets, and a ghost market. There are many ghosts visiting the ghost market.

There was no sun, everything was pitch black, and red lanterns were hung everywhere. There was something indescribably weird about it.

From time to time, a dark wind blows, bringing bursts of chill, and the cold stone slabs on the ground seem to be emitting a chill.

The woods passing by were all eerie, with branches twisted like ghost hands and leaves rustling as if they were weeping plaintively.

There is a sense of oppression wherever you go, and screams come from the high wall from time to time, which makes people's hair stand on end.

I really don’t know why the leader of the Shengyu Clan is willing to stay here.

Xiao Yanbao suddenly felt that not going to reincarnation was not a privilege, but a punishment.

Anyone who wants to stay in this underworld is simply mentally ill.

Soon Black and White Wuchang took Xiao Yanbao and the others to the gate of a courtyard.

This courtyard is no different from the courtyard in the human world. It's quite beautiful, but it's lifeless and lifeless.

Before Black and White could push the door open, the door opened automatically, and an old voice came out, "It's finally here. I've been waiting for two hundred and eighty-four years and one hundred and thirty-five days."

Xiao Yanbao looked back and said, Oh my god! Are you really waiting for me? Or should we wait for Master?

The King of Hell was also stunned.

The Shengyu tribe is a special existence in the underworld. They have the final say in reincarnation and do not have to follow the procedures of the underworld.

As for why the Shengyu Clan has such privileges, in fact, even the King of Hell doesn’t know the specific reason.

"Are you waiting for me or my master?" Xiao Yanbao asked in a sweet voice.

"The flowers are not flowers, the mist is not mist. I don't know who I am waiting for. I am waiting for whoever comes today." The old voice said.

"Talk about people." Ling Fengzi said bluntly.

The old voice didn't speak anymore, but threw out a token.

Then the door closed automatically again.

"Go back, this is the Holy Feather Order. From now on, the Holy Feather clan will be your subjects."

Xiao Yanbao took the token in his hand. This was too arrogant. He didn't even see him face to face.

Ling Fengzi was very unconvinced and pushed the door open, "I don't even dare to see you if you do something bad."

Then he rushed into the room with a swish.

When Xiao Yanbao saw the master entering, she quickly followed him in. She was afraid that the master would be ambushed.

But when they entered, they saw an empty bowl on the table. A white-haired old man smiled at them and disappeared in a flash of white light.

The King of Hell glanced at the empty bowl on the table and said, "Chief Wu has gone to reincarnation."

Ling Fengzi murmured, "Old guy, you are really in a hurry to reincarnate!"

But Xiao Yanbao felt that Chief Wu's smile just now was a bit unusual.

But now that he has gone to reincarnation, no matter whether this token is true or false, nothing can be changed from Chief Wu.

Anyway, Xiao Yanbao has made up his mind that he will never give half of the country of Lan to the Shengyu clan, let alone half, just not at all.

Xiao Yanbao wanted to take Master to the palace, which was Master's home anyway, but Black and White Wuchang said that Ling Fengzi's soul must be returned to the body first, otherwise they would not be able to bear the consequences if something went wrong over time. rise.

Xiao Yanbao: Yes, Master, this is just his soul that came to the underworld, not himself like her.

"Master, please go back first. I will go back to Yuntai Temple to see you after I finish my work."

"You are busy with your business. Even if you go back to Yuntai Temple, you might not be able to see me. I don't know where I went. Also, don't tell anyone that I am the reincarnation of Emperor Lan Yuan." Ling Fengzi didn't even look back. Just follow the black and white impermanence.

Xiao Yanbao: It seems that the master is being chased by his ladies so much that he no longer dares to stay at Yuntai Temple.

Why! What a sin!

When she is done with her work, she must go back to Yuntai Temple to see what kind of characters the master ladies are and help her master to make peace with them.

It’s okay to hide all day long!

Little Yanbao didn't stay in the underworld either, and was sent back by the King of Hell himself.

But the King of Hell only sent Xiao Yanbao up, and did not follow Xiao Yanbao to the palace.

Emperor Lan Qian, Concubine Hui, Ye Zeyan, and Pan Taihe were all still waiting for Xiao Yanbao in Qianhe Palace, and no one left.

I wonder what kind of news Xiao Yanbao will bring back, and whether he has found his ancestor.

Emperor Lan Qian asked Zhang Fu what time it was, and how many minutes had passed.

This time Concubine Hui was surprisingly calm, not busy or panicking.

"Hui Fei, did Yan Bao send you a message? You didn't tell me." Emperor Lan Qian asked.

I have never seen Concubine Hui so calm before, or Concubine Hui is so sick that she is so sick.

"The emperor wants to use all the talismans Yanbao gave me. Can I receive them even if Yanbao sent me a message?" Concubine Hui said angrily.

Emperor Lan Qian was stuttered by Concubine Hui for a moment.

"You...you didn't secretly keep a few of them? Why else would you be so calm?" Emperor Lan Qian said in a somewhat doubtful tone.

Concubine Hui immediately stood up from the soft couch and said, "Your Majesty, I just want to understand. You have to trust Yan Bao. What's the point of being anxious? I made myself ill, but it only caused trouble for Yan Bao."

Emperor Lan Qian moved his lips, but in the end he said nothing.

Dissatisfied, he walked around the room, sat back in front of the desk, picked up a memorial and read it.

These are piled up like a mountain.

It seems that what Concubine Hui said is not unreasonable. She must trust Yan Bao and do what she should do well, that is, not cause trouble for Yan Bao.

Emperor Lan Qian had not even seen half of the book in his hand when Xiao Yanbao came back.

Ye Zeyan was the first to notice, "Sister, sister is back."

Emperor Lan Qian closed the memorial in his hand with a snap, "Yan Bao, tell me quickly, have you found your ancestor?"

Yanbao shook his head, "I didn't find it, my master..."

Halfway through, Xiao Yanbao remembered his master's words.

"My master helped me find Chief Wu."