The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Bring your head to see the Lord of Hell? !

At this moment, the entrances and exits of the entire Underworld Palace stronghold have been blocked, and not even a mosquito can fly out.

While Steward Lu was waiting outside the palace for news about the Netherworld Nineth Layer, he also sensed something was amiss and guessed that someone else might have been involved in the Netherworld Lord's misfortune. So he also sent people to investigate, but his investigation was not as rigorous as it is now.

After Netherworld Nine issued the ban order, the entire base was completely sealed off, and all personnel realized that something big seemed to have happened. However, most people did not know what happened to Netherworld Nine and what specific order was issued.

After all, only a small number of people knew that Youming Jiuchong killed the spy and returned injured.

Outside the ninth floor of the Netherworld’s sleeping hall, a large-scale investigation has already begun.

In the silent bedroom, Wei Song and Du Ziheng had already stood up from the ground. Du Ziheng even pounded his knees quietly. After all, he knelt too quickly and his legs fell on the hard marble floor, which must have hurt him.

Netherworld Jiuchong stood still in the hall, not saying a word. He was always a clean freak and did not change his clothes at this time. The hem of his trousers was still stained with blood.

But within a few breaths, the Ninth Layer of the Netherworld had already made the people outside take action. And he also fell into a state of silence during this short period of time.

Du Ziheng couldn't help it and whispered, "Lord Ming, I will prescribe some medicine for you. You are injured."

Netherworld Nine remained silent. Du Ziheng thought of something and said, "Lord Netherworld, the injury on your right hand has not been treated yet."

Netherworld Nineth Layer paused for a moment, then lowered his head to look at his right hand.

Tiny scratches appeared on the palms and backs of his hands, with no pattern. These were not marks from swords, but small scratches like those from thorns.

Netherworld Jiuchong still had no intention of applying medicine. He glanced at Du Ziheng and then looked away.

Du Ziheng shrank his head and dared not say anything more, for fear that he might say something wrong and stimulate the memory of the Lord of Hell.

It is okay if you don't take medicines for external and internal injuries, but the Lord of Hell should also take some medicines that can calm down and soothe the nerves, so as to slightly suppress the abnormalities in the body.

But Du Ziheng also knew that he could not cure or eradicate the abnormal symptoms of Mingjun's physique. The most he could do was to prescribe some tonic medicines.

Du Ziheng looked eagerly at Youming Jiuchong, who seemed to know what he was thinking, and finally said in a cold voice.

"No need."

Even if there was a miracle doctor by his side and a miraculous medicine in his hand, it would be of no use to him personally.

Netherworld Nine's "non-cooperation" made Wei Song and Du Ziheng reconsider in their minds what they should do.

The two of them rolled their eyes and thought of the question they had been thinking about since they first entered the sect. What had affected the Lord of Hell to cause his body to change?

While Wei Song was thinking, he expressed his confusion in a tentative tone.

"Lord Ming, have you encountered any bad incident? How about I send someone to solve it?"

Youming Jiuchong turned his head, one of his eyes was red and the other was black, and he looked particularly sharp.

He waved his hand and said coldly, "Nothing."

Wei Song was puzzled. Did "nothing" mean that the Lord of Hell had not encountered any major incidents or been stimulated by any factors, and that he had simply become ill and transformed? You know, the bright yellow moon had been hanging in the sky for the past few nights, and there was no blood moon at all. If he was fine, how could the Lord of Hell have changed again on top of his status as the Nether Ninth Layer? He had become the special Ninth Ninth Layer that had lost a part of the Night Prince?

Even though Wei Song and Du Ziheng had expressions of confusion that they couldn't hide, Youming Jiuchong had no intention of continuing the conversation.

His cold eyes seemed to be saying that nothing could affect his detached mentality.

Wei Song and Du Ziheng did not dare to ask any more questions and stood aside. They had already asked many questions tonight, and who knew if they would offend the Lord of Hell in the next breath. They could not run into the Lord of Hell's reverse scale now!

In an instant, Youming Jiuchong paced back and looked back at his two subordinates who were huddled in the corner.

His pupils trembled slightly, and under the dim light, it was impossible to tell what color his eyes looked like...

A gust of cold wind blew by; Wei Song and Du Ziheng looked up and their hearts suddenly skipped a beat.

Under the dim, fragmented light, Youming Jiuchong's eyes were bright red, like rubies stained with ink, with a hint of gloomy ink-black mixed in the blood-red color.

Before the two could react, they felt their throats tighten, and their Adam's apples seemed to be squeezed by an extremely strong force, making a creaking sound.

The two were extremely shocked. Oh my god, it was coming. How could the Hades not make any movement after the transformation? He was coming for their lives!

Netherworld Nine grabbed the two men’s necks and lifted them up, then threw them down fiercely.

He raised his big hand and swept out a palm wind, and the closed stone door was opened with a big hole due to the impact of the palm wind.

Netherworld Jiuchong dodged again, picked up a person with one hand, and threw him out fiercely.

People outside the hall noticed that the door was opened from the inside and heard the sound of fighting.

At the same time, two figures suddenly appeared in front of everyone, and crisp collision sounds rang out one after another.

The two people lying on the ground were Wei Song and Du Ziheng. Their hair was disheveled, their clothes were tattered, and there was a trace of blood at the corners of their mouths.

Immediately, a group of people gathered on both sides of the door.

Everyone cheered up and prepared to go in to check on the Lord of the Underworld. More importantly, they must not let the Lord of the Underworld, who had become evil, go on a killing spree!

Even though he was a well-trained killer, he couldn't help but show a trace of anxiety and fear on his face.

The King of Hell is very powerful, and even if all of them were added together, they would not be able to withstand a violent King of Hell!