After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

This phantom could go straight into the eighteenth level of hell without even causing any reaction from the jailers or demon dogs.

In addition, Qin He also learned about it from the shadow play of the underworld.

The King of Hell, imprisoned in the forbidden area of ​​the eighteen levels of hell, basically does not care about the affairs of the underworld, so that the twelve Yin generals of the underworld each have their own troops and rule their own territories.

So apart from the legendary King Yan, whose true form has never been seen, Qin He could not think of anyone else.

The shadow pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Actually...it's nothing, I just wanted to talk to you."

Its voice is very light and peaceful, and its voice is indifferent and without desire.

The body is as illusory as the soul, and the eyes are empty. If you don't look closely, they are like air.

"What are you talking about?" Qin He asked.

"We can talk about anything." The shadow's empty eyes blinked a few times, and then he said to himself, "I haven't chatted for a long time. The last time I chatted was with a Taoist priest. He is different from you, a different person."

"Oh, by the way, the sword in his hand is very beautiful. I like it very much."

"But I don't like the way he talks."

"Overall, he's quite entertaining, just as entertaining as you are."

"Yeah, it's fun."

"As funny as you are."

"Uh...is he called Taoist Lingyun?" Qin He asked.

In the past three hundred years, the only Taoist priest who could come here and chat with it was Taoist Lingyun.

"Yes, he said his name is Lingyun."

"But he is the one who came here. I didn't invite him."

"He chatted with me for quite a while."

"I liked him at first, but then I didn't like him anymore."

"..."

Yan Jun said softly, his empty eyes lost in memories.

"Then, how was your conversation?" Qin He asked.

"I drove him away because I didn't like him anymore."

"He's not very reasonable."

"He's a bit ugly."

"His hair is dirty and there's mud under his nails. He probably doesn't bathe often."

Qin He: “…”

Qin He's brain was a little stuck, not because of anything else, but because he found that Yan Jun's words were a bit boring and there was a lot of nonsense.

Moreover, he likes to talk to himself.

The image of the Supreme Yin God is completely different from what one would imagine, as he is cold and gloomy as soon as he opens his mouth.

To the point that Qin He didn't know how to continue the conversation for a moment.

This is the first time I've seen this.

"Uh, well, let me first confirm one thing. You are the King of Hell, right?" Qin He shook his head and quickly returned to the issue he was concerned about.

Taoist Lingyun doesn't take a bath? Is he ugly?

Is there mud under your fingernails?

This kind of gossip is not important and I am not interested in it.

"That's what they call me, but I don't really like it."

"And I don't really like them either."

“Because they’re boring.”

“There are very few interesting people.”

"Well... have you been practicing in seclusion here all year round?" Qin He hurriedly interrupted its mumbling and continued to ask.

"Retreat?" The shadow was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Why do you think so?"

"This place is full of murderous intent. If you aren't practicing in seclusion here, what are you doing?" Qin He asked curiously.

"This... is my home." The shadow said as a matter of course.

"Home...home?" Qin He's mind froze again.

Can a place like this be considered home?

Is your brain going crazy?

Any place in the world is a hundred times better than this place, right?

Putting aside the murderous intentions, just look at the endless desolation and broken walls here. How can there be anything good about it?

"This... is where I was born."

“I was born here.”

"So I'm staying here."

"Like your word, home."

“This is a very interesting word. I like it very much.”

"Oh, yes, it was a Taoist priest who taught me this, but it wasn't Lingyun."

"He's very strong, but he's weaker than you. It's incredible."

"..."

The shadow explained again and started chattering again.

"Stop, stop!"

Qin He hurriedly reached out his hand to interrupt it again, letting it continue. He couldn't talk about it today, and his mind was easily confused. He said, "You said you were born here. Um... what are you?"

"I... am not a thing."

"Uh... to put it another way, what race are you? Demon, devil, ghost, monster, or something else?"

This time, the shadow finally fell into a moment of thought, and then said: "I should... be a spirit."

"What's the spirit of something?" Qin He asked.

"These are them." The shadow pointed to the ruins around.