I am a ghost messenger, why do I need a long life?

Yang Wei and Xu An were both caught off guard. They didn't expect that this fat guy would be so decisive.

After looking at each other, the two ghosts gritted their teeth and jumped down.

After a brief pause in the air, Xu An and Yang Wei fell into the warm water with a splash.

Beneath the magma, there is actually an extremely clear pool of water. It seems that there is no end to it when you open your eyes.

Not only that, the moment he was soaked, Xu An's entire ghost body felt extremely comfortable, as if it was being nurtured by a unique force, and his strength showed an upward trend.

Breaking through the water and sticking his head out, Xu An was about to ask where he was when he saw Yang Wei next to him.

Not far away, the fat man was swimming on his back, paddling his hands in the water, and said happily:

"I thought you two were scared and didn't dare to come down. I was planning to enjoy this spiritual spring all to myself, but you guys came anyway."

"Earth vein spiritual spring?"

Xu An narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling unfamiliar with the word.

"Yes, in that ancient land, there are many spiritual springs. They can nourish all things in the world, promote the growth of flowers and trees, and emit spiritual energy that allows human cultivators to practice. They are not precious, but can be said to be common."

"On the contrary, in the Three Realms today, a spiritual spring like this is so rare that it can only be found beneath the magma underground. It's really sad."

Not satisfied with swimming around in the water, the fat man dived down, broke out of the water, opened his mouth and started drinking in big gulps, which made Yang Wei stunned.

"Ancient land? Are you saying that the underworld was once covered with springs like this?"

Xu An was not affected by his outrageous behavior. He still frowned slightly, thinking about the meaning of his words.

"I don't know. I've only read about it in the ancient books I've dug up. As for what happened in the Three Realms, I guess only those powerful people know."

Hearing Xu An's question, the fat man quickly shook his head and began to swim away.

Xu An looked at Yang Wei, and the moment they looked at each other, they could clearly see disbelief in each other's eyes.

They swam hard and caught up with it, and soon they reached the dry shore.

In front of him, a huge and magnificent palace suddenly appeared, as if it was floating above the clouds underground.

All around, countless huge chains that had existed for who knows how long were stretched crisscross and placed across the void, as if they were used to lock up the gods, which was jaw-dropping.

"Is this the underground palace?"

Xu An couldn't help but breathe slightly faster and squinted his eyes to look carefully.

Suddenly, he found that this huge bronze palace seemed to be in ruins, with many crisscrossing and terrifying cracks on it.

On the palace, countless repeated interweaving lines, like strange patterns of silk brocade, are emitting a crystal clear luster, striving to keep the entire palace from collapsing.

Xu An shifted his gaze away from the palace and turned his head. Just as he was about to ask the fat man how to get in, he saw that he looked a little confused, with his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was trying hard to recall something.

"What are you thinking?"

Moving slightly closer, Xu An looked at the fat man suspiciously. He always felt that this guy was very mysterious and there must be many things about him that were unknown to humans and ghosts.

"Ah... I'm just sighing with admiration. This underground palace is so grand and exquisite. So many graves have been dug. My god, this is the first time I've seen such a structure!"

Seeing him shaking his head and smacking his lips in admiration, Xu An felt that he was unreliable and continued to ask:

"Master Dao, just tell me whether you can get in or not!"

"No problem, once I get up, I will be able to solve this mystery and enter the underground palace."

The fat Taoist shook his head and took out a handful of small turtle shells from his sleeves.

"Aren't you Master Dig? Can you tell fortunes?"

Xu An was completely stunned.

"What do you know? This is called walking in the world. It's good to have many skills. Not to mention fortune-telling, I can also make elixirs and forge weapons, raise spirit beasts, carve talismans, control clouds and rain, refine essence and refine bones, and massage. I can do it all!"

Good guy.

Xu An saw his proud expression and gave him a thumbs up.

"Then it all depends on Daoye."

"Get out of the way, don't disturb me."

Signaling Xu An to stand to the side, the fat Taoist priest immediately began to dance and mutter to himself, throwing the turtle shell into the air one after another like a rope skipper doing acrobatics.

Dozens of turtle shells, connected head to tail, actually formed a circle, which he kept throwing in his two hands.

Yang Xu was stunned and was hesitating whether to interrupt him.

Suddenly, the fat Taoist priest seemed to have thrown the tortoise shell with the wrong hand, and the two tortoise shells suddenly collided in mid-air.

One of the turtle shells suddenly flew off and headed straight for the bronze palace.

"Where the turtle shell points is the entrance!"

The fat Taoist priest waved his hand, opened his sleeves, and caught all the remaining turtle shells.

Xu An was almost numb from watching this, and couldn't help asking:

"Master Dao, is this reliable?"

The fat Taoist priest immediately said disdainfully:

"What do you know? I'll take you in right now!"

He stepped forward and caught up with the direction the turtle shell was flying.

Soon, one man and two ghosts stopped in front of the bronze palace wall.

What is this? A vertical relief sculpture depicting flowers, birds, fish, insects, mountains, rivers and plants.

The tortoise shell that the fat Taoist priest had just thrown out was stuck in the mouth of one of the huge relief toads and could not be pulled out.

Xu An clapped his hands and couldn't help but praise:

"Fat Master, I understand. The way is for us to get through this toad's mouth, right?"

"Hiss, this shouldn't be the case. I've never made a mistake before... Could it be that this toad has something special?"

Unable to hold back his pride, the fat Taoist priest immediately approached the toad, touched and scrutinized it, and began to study it carefully.

Xu An didn't have the eyes to look at all. When he turned around, he saw a rather exaggerated crack not far away in the palace wall, which was almost spreading to the top floor.

Reaching out to pat the fat Taoist priest, Xu An's eyes did not move.

"What are you doing? I'm busy..."

The fat Taoist priest was unhappy, and the moment he turned around, he became speechless.

If this is also considered as the entrance, then the calculation based on the turtle shell cannot be wrong.

Three heads suddenly popped over and looked at the pitch-black bronze palace.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go in, Xu An suddenly felt someone patting his shoulder.

"Master Dao, stop making trouble."

His arm moved, but Xu An didn't even turn his head, continuing to look inside, trying to use his divine eyes to get a glimpse of the situation.

"It's you who should stop making trouble, right?"

The fat man rolled his eyes. He clearly felt a hand touching his butt. Who else could it be but this kid?

"Shouldn't you two just stop messing around?"

Yang Wei was stunned.

He felt two hands, one on the left and one on the right, pulling his ears.

The moment the words fell, the man and the two ghosts suddenly fell silent, then slowly turned around.

In his field of vision, Xu An suddenly saw that behind them, there was a creature wearing ancient clothes, with six hands, and taller than them, staring at them blankly.

When it saw their heads turned, the thing let out a series of giggles.

"My Lord Wuliang, there's a ghost!"