Mr. Xie, please respect yourself! I am your grandfather's ancestor.

The King of Hell’s bedroom.

Situ Yan threw clothes from the closet onto the bed.

Seeing that he had almost finished searching, he waved his hand, and a large black 32-inch suitcase appeared out of thin air on the ground and opened automatically.

He didn't bother to fold them neatly, he just slid them in with force and stuffed them all in.

While working, he muttered, "The underworld is no longer safe. He has to hide in the world of the living. The most dangerous place is the safest. If the master really finds out and rushes into the underworld to beat him up, he won't be able to do anything about it if he's not here."

"Ah!!! I carefully felt his pulse for a long time, and there was clearly no trace of beating. How could this be?"

"What is Master now? She is neither a human nor a ghost. Her name has long been removed from the Book of Life and Death. Doesn't that mean she has transcended the six realms?"

"It's over, it's over. Master must know about this. I can't escape this beating. Where should I go? Where can I go to be safe?"

He was mumbling something here and there, and his speech was completely incoherent.

After packing the suitcase, he pulled it and headed outside.

But he felt like he had forgotten something, so he slowed down and thought about it.

It's a pity that his memory has been very bad since that incident.

After all, there is still a price to pay for defying fate and hiding the truth.

Playing tricks on Heaven is not something that can be accomplished with just ten years of training of 1,080 disciples.

That's just the condition for preserving the body forever, as for the rest...

I thought about it for a long time but still couldn't remember it.

Forget it, don’t think about it anymore, let’s just run away.

Stepping out of the King of Hell's bedroom, he headed straight for the Yellow Springs Road.

There are too many people nearby, and it's close to the main hall. If he opens the ghost gate directly, the fluctuation will be too great, and then everyone will know that he has run away again.

Not to mention others, the four judges and the ten evil generals must catch him first.

I can't say that my master is not dead and I want to beat him up.

After all, he is the King of Hell, so he has to maintain his reputation!

While he was thinking, he had already shrunk to the road to the underworld.

After leaving the city gate, he couldn't wait any longer and opened the Ghost Gate directly.

Just about to step in.

Suddenly, he felt a familiar fluctuation of spiritual power.

The radar above my head sounded an alarm and I didn’t have time to leave. I jumped straight into the ghost gate.

With a bang, the gates of hell closed.

A limited edition white sneaker fell to the ground, lying alone on the sandy Yellow Springs Road.

At the same time, the alarm in the King of Hell's Palace in the underworld suddenly sounded throughout the underworld.

The breath of the King of Hell disappeared.

Cui Yu and others were helpless and skillfully posted the message in the work group as soon as possible.

[Notice! Notice! Important notice! Attention, ghost messengers in all regions, the King of Hell has slipped out again. Just look for him while you are summoning souls. If you find him, report it directly. Do not alert him. If you receive any, you will be deducted 1.]

After three seconds of silence in the group, a long string of 1s appeared one after another.

Not a single superfluous word.

These days, working is tiring enough, and now you still have to shoulder the responsibility of finding a boss.

It’s really difficult for working people!

As soon as Si Tong reached the end of the Yellow Springs Road, he heard people complaining about his unreliable apprentice.

She chuckled.

Is he running away because he’s afraid of getting beaten?

"Okay, okay, okay, okay."

"Lord of Hell, right? Situ Yan, you'd better stay away from me and don't let me run into you!"

While the evil spirits were yet to come close, Si Tong quietly made a gesture to open the Ghost Gate and went back.

......

On the other side, Situ Yan looked down at his right foot which was only covered with a pair of white low-waist socks, and sighed.

He looked around and found that his ghost gate was Jinghai City.

But when he opened the Ghost Gate just now, he felt Si Tong's spiritual power, and he remembered that it seemed to be a little off.

There was no one in the middle of nowhere and there was no shop nearby, so he waved goodbye and changed his shoes.

After changing his shoes, he took out his mobile phone, replaced the SIM card with one from the living world, and then switched to receive the 5G network.

Mou De opened the map and took a look at his current location, which was on the highway at the junction of Jibei City and Jinghai City.

"It's really like there's no village or shop nearby. I guess you can't park on the highway."

He looked down at the suitcase behind him, then fiddled with his phone, zooming in and out again, and after searching for a long time, he finally found the nearest community.

"That's it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot.

A 32-inch large black suitcase was left there in the deserted space, which was extremely conspicuous.

A seven-year-old boy happened to be in a car passing by on the highway and saw this scene.

"Mom, mom, I just saw the fairy uncle!"

The boy's mother gently hugged him and said with a smile: "Jin Baoer, there are no gods in this world. Those are only in myths and stories. They are illusory. We must believe in science."

"But, I really saw it. That uncle disappeared out of thin air. He was right there just now." The little boy hurriedly explained and wanted to unbuckle his seat belt and lean on the back of the chair to point to the place where Situ Yan disappeared just now.

The boy's mother saw him doing such a dangerous move and quickly pushed him back, "Okay, okay, Li Jinbaoer! Sit down first, this is very dangerous, you know!"

The little boy curled his lips and sat back aggrievedly, "I really saw it."

The boy’s mother sighed, “Jin Baoer, don’t lie!”

A trace of disappointment flashed in the little boy's eyes. He choked and hummed, then turned his head to look out the window without saying a word.

......

The living room of the Xie family's old house is now bustling with activity.

All the people from several families were there.

Of course, except for Zhan Youan, the eldest brother of the Zhan family who has been stationed abroad for many years.

With more than twenty people, the huge living room on the first floor of Xie’s house seemed a little small.

But even with so many people there, not a single sound came from the living room.

Because except for the four old men and Xie Junyan who already knew the truth, everyone else acted like fools and were terrified.

What did they just see?

What did you hear again?

Si Tong is actually the first master of Xuanyue Temple!

He is the ancestor of the four old men, who lived a thousand years ago!

What's more, her disciple is now the King of Hell who controls the entire underworld!

And what did she say before she disappeared out of thin air?

She said she was going to go down and beat her apprentice!

Who to join?

apprentice!

Who is her apprentice?

Oh, it’s the King of Hell!

what!

She's going to beat up the King of Hell!

Xie Jinzhuo swallowed hard and was the first to break the eerie silence with a trembling voice.

"Sister Si Tong...ah, no, it's the ancestor. Ah, no, it's the great-grandmother? Ah, that doesn't seem right either. Well, forget it. If she just goes down like this, will there really be no problem? That's the underworld!"

Hearing his address, Xie Junyan glanced over, frowned, and was about to speak out to correct his address.

But Xie Jinzhuo's voice brought some people back to their senses, and everyone started talking at once, interrupting Xie Junyan's words.