Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

"Hey, have you heard? I heard that our Netherworld's Left Protector, Master Ling, has been captured!"

"How is it possible? Master Ling is the only living phoenix in the world. His spiritual fire can burn everything. How could he be captured?"

"You may not know this yet, but our great Lord of the Underworld is away, and Lord Ling's attack on the Spiritual Heaven Realm was about to succeed. The Spiritual Heavenly King summoned three old ancestors. They have lived for who knows how long, so it's normal for them to have some cards in their hands."

"Does the Lord know?"

"Hey, I don't know where the master has gone. He hasn't appeared for a long time."

"Don't worry, our king will protect us."

"Of course I believe it! But the master is not here, Master Ling has been captured, and Youming is in danger now."

When Quan Jiuxi opened his eyes in the sticky darkness, the first thing that rushed into his nostrils was the unique scent of the underworld.

It was a fishy-sweet mixture of rotten vines and solidified blood plasma, wrapped in a chill that had not dissipated for a thousand years, and it went down the throat and into the lungs.

The surroundings were filled with endless darkness. There were no sun, moon, or stars. Only distant phosphorescent fires were floating in the low sky, like countless pairs of prying eyes.

What he stepped on was not solid ground, but semi-solidified black fog. With every step he took, he could hear faint wails, which were the groans of the residual souls refined by the netherworld earth energy.

At this moment, several vague black shadows passed by her side, accompanied by sharp screams. They were the little ghosts she had just been talking about.

They were hunched over, their skin looked like swollen, rotten meat, their nails were blue-black, and they had half a bone in their mouths.

But when the pressure from the Lord of the Underworld spread, these evil spirits who usually took pleasure in devouring souls instantly collapsed to the ground, with wrinkles of fear appearing on their gray faces.

He rolled and crawled to his knees, his head pressed against the black fog, not daring to even think of raising his head.

"Meet the Lord of the Underworld!"

The voice trembled like a candle in the wind, the tail end was bitten by fear, and mixed with sobs that escaped between the teeth.

Quan Jiuxi lowered his eyes and saw the dark gold patterns embroidered on the black dress flowing under the ghost fire. Upon closer inspection, those patterns turned out to be countless twisted souls, roaring silently with their mouths open.

Her skirt swept across the ground, and wherever it passed, the black fog instantly froze into ice. The residual souls hidden in the fog let out shrill screams and turned into lines in the ice crystals.

"Who is in charge of the Netherworld now?"

Her voice was cold, like an icicle hitting an iron plate, and every word carried a chill that penetrated the bone marrow.

The little ghosts trembled even more violently. One of them, who was a little braver, barely raised his head and caught a glimpse of Quan Jiuxi's wrist exposed outside his sleeve. His skin was a cold white from not seeing the sun for many years, and he was wearing a bracelet on his wrist. This bracelet was a tribute offered by hundreds of ghosts in the past, and it was said that it could suppress the most vicious grudges in the underworld.

"Replying to...Reporting to the Lord of the Underworld, it is...it is the Right Protector Yu."

The little ghost's teeth chattered, not daring to look up. He knew how terrifying the appearance of the Lord of the Underworld was.

The face that was said to be able to move gods and Buddhas and make demons bow down to them was now covered with a layer of frost that kept strangers away.

The brows are as sharp as a knife, the tails of the eyes are slightly raised, and the pupils are pure ink black, with an unfathomable depth.

But the most frightening thing was her lips, which were brightly colored.

Quan Jiuxi said no more, and his figure faded into a wisp of black smoke.

Those little ghosts didn't dare to sit down on the ground until the black fog dissipated. The cold sweat on their backs was instantly frozen into ice by the cold air of the underworld.

"Just now...was that the true body of the Lord of the Underworld?" a little ghost asked in a trembling voice, with a trance in his voice as if he had survived a disaster.

"Nonsense! Apart from the Lord of the Underworld, who else could possess such pressure?"

Another imp interrupted, a morbid frenzy on his face, "Did you see the gold thread on her skirt? It's woven from Ten Thousand Souls Silk! I heard that each strand holds the soul of an ancient demon!"

"Quick! Spread the news that the Lord of the Underworld has returned! Those bastards who are ready to make a move in the Spiritual Heaven Realm should be afraid!"

……

When Quan Jiuxi appeared outside the Netherworld Palace, the ghost guards guarding the palace gate all knelt down.

Each of these ghost guards is three meters tall, with green faces and fangs. In their hands, they hold chains made of wronged souls, with undigested limbs hanging on the chains.

But when they saw Quan Jiuxi, the ferocious look that could scare away thousands of troops instantly collapsed, leaving only a trembling of awe.

"Xiaoyi."

Quan Jiuxi called out softly, and his voice echoed in the empty hall.

Quan Jiuxi's brows were slightly frowned, and a cold light flashed in his dark pupils.

Xiaoyi is missing.

She pushed open the heavy palace door. The door panel was made of black iron from the abyss, and was inlaid with countless human faces struggling in pain. When the door opened, it made no creaking sound, but the wailing of countless faces at the same time.

The scene inside the hall was even more eerie than outside - countless chains hung from the dome, and at the end of each chain was a dying ghost. They were evil ghosts who had violated the laws of the underworld and their souls were being extracted day and night.

On the stone platform in the center of the hall, a faint blue flame was burning, and a translucent figure was curled up in the flame. It was the guardian spirit of the underworld, who made a living by devouring the sounds of quarrels.

At this moment, it was purring with satisfaction, obviously having had a good meal after the quarrel in the hall.

The quarrel came from two groups of people on both sides of the stone platform.

Standing on the left were Zero's men, all wearing crimson armor with dried blood stains on them and burn scars on their faces.

That was the trace of the backlash of the Phoenix Spirit Fire.

The leader was a one-eyed general. There was no eyeball in his eye socket, only a small dancing flame. He glared at the opposite side: "Lord Ling has been trapped in the Soul Locking Tower by those hypocrites from the Spirit Heaven Realm! How dare you still have the mind to discuss anything else?!"

The subordinate of Yu Luo on the right was wearing a dark black robe. The claws exposed under the robe were as sharp as knives, and there were pieces of flesh embedded in the cracks of his nails.

One of the tall and thin men sneered, the sound like sandpaper rubbing against each other:

"Master Ling has divine blood bestowed by the Lord of the Underworld. He will not die even if he is imprisoned for a hundred years!

"But you guys are so panicked without Master Ling. If it weren't for Master Yu Luo keeping you in check, the Netherworld would have been eaten clean by those bastards who covet their territory!"

"What did you say?!" The one-eyed general slammed the stone table, and the tabletop was instantly ignited by spiritual fire.

"Although Lord Yu Luo is powerful, he has a violent temper. If it weren't for the Lord suppressing him back then, he would have turned the Netherworld upside down long ago!"

"How dare you!" Yu Luo's men all drew out the bone blades from their waists, which glowed with a dark green poisonous light. "You dare to question Lord Yu Luo? You're seeking death!"

Just as the two sides were on the verge of a showdown, a charming voice rang out, wrapping around everyone's eardrums like a venomous snake: "Shut up, what's the point of making such a noise in the hall~"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman sitting in the first seat on the right.

Her skin was as white as a freshly peeled lychee, yet with an inhuman paleness. Her eyes were sparkling, but the corners of her eyes were lined with blood-red eyeliner.

She was wearing a half-revealed gauze skirt, with silver bells tied to her ankles, which were exposed under the hem, but made no sound when she walked.

This is the succubus, who feeds on the lust of living beings. She was taken in by Quan Jiuxi after his scapula was broken.

At this moment, she was leaning against a man, soft and boneless, pinching a purple-black grape with her fingertips.

She handed the grapes to the man's mouth with an intimate gesture, but when the man's face moved closer, a barely perceptible fear flashed in her eyes.

The man sat on a stone chair to the right of the throne. He had an upright figure and wore a black robe with gold edges. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with intricate magic patterns.

The most eye-catching thing was the mask on his face - it was a ghost mask made up of countless tiny bones, covering most of his face and leaving only one eye exposed.

The eye was pure blood red, with no pupil, only surging blood color, as if it was filled with a pool of plasma that was about to boil.

At this moment, the eye was half-closed, and the evil aura it exuded made the temperature around it drop a few degrees.

He is Yu Luo, who single-handedly slaughtered all the great demons of three immortal cultivation sects. He became the right protector of the underworld after being suppressed by Quan Jiuxi with his innate demonic energy.

"Lord Yu Luo, you are the one in charge of the Netherworld now. What do you think we should do?" The succubus's voice was sickeningly sweet, and she deliberately rubbed her fingertips on the man's lips.

"You damn succubus, what a time it is now! And you're still flirting like that!"

An angry roar came from the left, and the speaker was an old man carrying a huge turtle shell on his back.

His skin was like dry bark, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his eyes were almost sunken in their sockets.

This is Old Turtle, who has lived for nearly ten thousand years and witnessed three changes in the underworld. Although he is weak, he is respected by all ghosts because he knows countless secrets.

The tortoise shell on his back glowed with an ancient green light, and was engraved with the laws of the underworld. Each law was written with the screams of a wronged soul.

The succubus's face darkened when she was scolded, a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and the nails under her gauze skirt became as sharp as knives.

But she didn't dare to make a move in the hall. She just snorted coldly and sat back down, her tone becoming somewhat provocative:

"Master Yu, what do you say we should do?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Yu Luo, and even the two groups of people who were arguing stopped temporarily.

However, Yu Luo acted as if he didn't hear anything. His blood-red eyes were fixed on the position behind everyone, and his lips under the mask were trembling slightly.

The fingers holding the handrail turned white due to the force, and the black blood oozing from the knuckles dripped onto the ground, instantly corroding a small pit.

Before everyone could react, they smelled a strange fragrance.

The fragrance was like the richness of datura, sweet enough to make one dizzy, but with a biting chill.

The next second, the succubus flew out.

"Lord of Hades!"

"Meet the Lord of the Underworld!"

Screams rang out one after another, and all the ghosts in the hall knelt on the ground with their heads pressed to the ground, not even daring to breathe.