After a flash marriage, the abstinent snake husband stalks her every night

When Song Zhen and his group were going up the mountain.

In Kyoto, Master Zhiyuan arrived at the door of the Huo family villa!

He was wearing an international-grade Taoist robe, which was a symbol of status, and he was holding the hand of his wife, who was dressed simply, but both of them looked unusually serious.

Ever since Song Zhen deleted me as a friend, I have lost my appetite for days.

If you help others change their fate at will, you will be punished by God!

After struggling for a while, he finally made up his mind to help this fearless villain!

When Mr. Huo heard the news, he was so shocked that his face turned pale even though he was far away at the mahjong table.

Everyone knows that when the old Taoist priest of Xuanmen suddenly visits, it means either a big ghost or a big monster is involved!

Could it be that as soon as Miss Song left, some unclean things sneaked into the villa?

Mr. Huo immediately dropped the mahjong table, got in his old man's Rolls-Royce, and headed straight for the Huo family manor.

Seeing the immortal-like old Taoist priest in the living room, Mr. Huo, supported by the housekeeper, quickly stepped forward and said respectfully: "Master, you have come from a thousand miles away. I am sorry for not welcoming you. I am sorry for not entertaining you well!"

"Where is Song Zhen?" Old Taoist Zhiyuan had no patience at all.

When he was fortune-telling, the hexagram showed that there was no trace of his disciple!

No trace to be found?

The old Taoist priest Zhiyuan couldn't stand the perfunctory attitude towards the divination, so he came directly to find his disciple.

Seeing how angry Song Zhen was, his wife quickly explained to Mr. Huo, "Hello, old sir. My husband is the Taoist priest of Ruoqing Temple, and his Taoist name is Zhiyuan. His little disciple Song Zhen has been missing for a few days. I learned that she was going to marry the eldest young master of your house, so I came here uninvited. Please forgive me!"

Mr. Huo understood instantly: "Oh, it turns out to be Zhenyatou's master! Zhenyatou has returned to her parents' home!"

"Go back to your parents' house?"

Old Taoist Priest Zhiyuan frowned. If he was just going back to his mother's home, why were his hexagrams so strange?

The old Taoist priest, who felt that his trip was in vain, stood up in a hurry.

"Then I'll go look for her in her hometown!"

As the old Taoist priest was about to leave, Mr. Huo called out in a hurry, "Master, the real girl will be back in a few days... If you go to look for her now, you might come back empty-handed. Why don't you stay at my humble abode for a few days and wait for her to come back?"

"No need!"

He hurried to find his disciple and question him, asking why he would risk his life and not be buried alive just to disobey his master's orders!

The old Taoist priest said this in a very firm tone, holding his wife's hand firmly, and walked away with extremely firm steps.

Who knew that Mr. Huo behind him said, "Master, we have a new bottle of Shenxian brand peach blossom wine at home. It's only brewed once every five hundred years! Why don't you stay and taste it?"

The old Taoist priest suddenly paused and turned back, "Oh?"

……

At the same time, Song Zhen of Wujian Mountain was remembering his master.

"Ruoqing Temple has always been home to hidden talents. Not to mention how powerful my master is, just the ancient books he introduced to us are something you can't find in any of the major temples in Kyoto!"

"For example, the location of the prophetic mirror is not recorded in other temples, but there is an ancient book in the Ruoqing Temple that clearly mentions its location, which is where the last ray of sunset light is cast!"

As Song Zhen spoke excitedly, he looked at the setting sun.

Huo Yunzhou frowned and asked, "Who do you think made up these books?"

"You must be a senior from Xuanmen!"

Who else could it be?

However, when Huo Yunzhou mentioned this, a bad thought suddenly flashed through Song Zhen's mind.

Since no one has ever seen the predictive mirror that can guide the future and avoid natural disasters, who can vividly record the function and location of the predictive mirror?

Could it be that it was the way of heaven again! Using the hands of the Xuanmen disciples, he forced her to open her wisdom, left this book behind, and lured her here?

Song Zhen bit his lip.

Huo Yunzhou comforted her, "It's okay, Zhenzhen, let's make the best of it!"

Just then, a hunched figure came from the front. The old man was carrying firewood on his shoulders and holding a wooden stick in his hand.

When he saw the three of them, he suddenly asked with a mouthful of black teeth, "Are you going up the mountain?"

Song Zhen frowned and looked at the old man in front of him. As the sun was setting, everyone's shadow was stretched out very long, except for this old man, who had only two round and steady shadows under his feet.

Low-level ghosts have weak ghost energy and are easily burned by sunlight, so their shadows will be vague and cannot be determined, and they basically only dare to walk at night.

High-level ghosts can possess human bodies and share shadows with living people, allowing them to hide better. Therefore, not to mention sunlight, even lasers with extremely strong penetrating power cannot hurt them.

However, there is a kind of ghost that can maintain the outline of its own shadow without relying on possessing a living person.

They don't need to hide, and can even be ostentatious and arrogant.

This kind of ghost is called "Yinsi" - a ghost who serves as an official in the underworld!

The underworld will not rashly leave the underworld before receiving orders, unless someone is about to die!

They will take advantage of various chance encounters to greet the deceased in advance and become familiar with them.

In this way, when the dying person dies completely, he can be taken to the underworld without any effort!

Song Zhen naturally thought that the underworld in the form of an old man was talking to her, so she responded calmly: "Yes, let's go up the mountain!"

However, the old man did not respond to her words, but continued to look at them with a smile.

To be precise, the person those dark and hollow eyes were looking at was Huo Yunzhou.

A trace of murderous intent flashed across Huo Yunzhou's brows, and he said in a cold and sharp voice: "Get lost!"

The old man restrained his smile and said, "Don't be angry, sir. Please come in!"

While speaking, the old man still hunched his back and leaned sideways to make way for them.

Huo Yunzhou picked up Huo Yuming, held Song Zhen's hand, and quickly passed by the underworld official.

Behind them, the old man still grinned with his black teeth and a sinister smile on his face.

Until they faded out of the old man's sight, and the old man disappeared along with the firewood on his shoulders!

Song Zhen was dragged by Huo Yunzhou for a long time. She still felt something was wrong. She suddenly let go of Huo Yunzhou's hand and asked seriously, "That man just now was from the underworld. Why would he say hello to you?"

"Huo Yunzhou, you are not hiding something from me, are you?"

It is very unusual that a 20,000-year-old demon is visited by the underworld!

Huo Yunzhou was different from humans. He was not good at lying and could only evade the question by saying, "There are many cases where the underworld found fault. What's so strange about that?"

Song Zhen's face was filled with disbelief. "It's possible that he found the wrong person. But you are the president of the Demon Alliance. Ghosts who can serve as officials in the underworld all have a network of connections. How could they have mistaken you?"

Faced with doubts, Huo Yunzhou rubbed his brows.

Suddenly, a streak of red light was projected onto the ground. Huo Yunzhou immediately pointed to the sky and said, "Look! The last ray of sunset light is coming!"

Song Zhen caught a glimpse of the direction where the extremely red afterglow was falling, and his pupils shrank.

Just as she was hesitating whether to continue questioning Huo Yunzhou, the latter's cold big hand suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Hurry up, or you won't find what you want until tomorrow."

As he spoke, he applied a little force, grabbed her and walked quickly to the end of the afterglow.

Song Zhen felt the coldness in his palm and felt extremely uneasy.

Why is it so cold!

Huo Yunzhou, nothing should happen, right?

But then she thought again, they had a concentric circle, and if anything happened, she would definitely be able to feel it.

Song Zhen, who was carefree, didn't think much about it in the end.

……

A quarter of an hour later.

The three-man and one-sword combination arrived at their destination.

I saw a huge black sword inserted straight into the ground, and the afterglow of the setting sun just penetrated a piece of golden tortoise shell in the center of the hilt.

Song Zhen took two steps closer and silently recited a spell according to what was mentioned in the book of Ruoqing Temple.

The black giant sword suddenly trembled abnormally, and the golden tortoise shell suddenly fell off the hilt...