I overturned the car after being scumbag

When Jiang Yuanhan really came to the Netherworld, he had already missed the time when the so-called "Fengdu Ghost King" family was dominant.

He was sitting in the newly built simple tea house, surrounded by some young ghost cultivators sitting idle in twos and threes, no matter their age or observing the primordial spirit, they were all very young.Beside the snow-white candle in the lobby on the first floor, a slightly dull but fully functional paper man pretended to be a scholar, patted him awake and said: "...that Lord Ghost Cultivator, who has been sitting behind the curtain for many years, remains motionless. The three sticks of incense on the side burnt to the end, and the ghostly spirit swayed, and the villain trembled like a sieve, and the two fought when the lights were dimmed, and the battle was..."

Jiang Yuanhan listened with gusto, and at the same time he had some leeway in his mind: Why didn't I know that Guihe still had such a heroic spirit?

The two came a bit late, just three days ago, the villain who pretended to be the ghost of the Buddha personally swept the southwest of the Netherworld.

According to the scholar, above the paper tower, at the moment when the "Fengdu Ghost King" was indiscriminately killing and establishing his prestige, a melodious zither sounded from behind the watchtower. No one knew what happened. The city tower of Hades, which stretched for hundreds of miles, shattered and collapsed together with many buildings around the watchtower.

Others may think that Mr. He is a senior ghost cultivator who is not born in the world because of his profound cultivation and mastery of strategizing.But Jiang Yuanhan roughly expected it - Guihe's talisman technique was indeed ingenious and powerful.

As long as you make arrangements in advance and invite you into the game, you can naturally startle him away without any effort.And since that day, many ghost cultivators in the southwest have united into an alliance, invited Mr. He to be the leader of the alliance, and pulled out some banners to maintain the stability of the Netherworld... In fact, it is just to prevent the power in their hands from being embezzled.

Just like the former Empress Nashan of the Fengdu teahouse, the position of "ghost king" has been vacant for so many years, and has long been resisted by most ghost cultivators.As for the saying of "the soul of the Buddha's son", although many people are skeptical, it has successfully deceived many ghost cultivators who were not smart enough. It can be said that the rumors are full of rumors, and they almost want to "ask the Buddha".

It’s just that these innocent souls want to see the Bodhisattva, let’s not talk about whether they will get it or not. The idea alone is like preparing a vegetarian meal for a monk... Either the person who proposed it is not good enough, or they have ulterior motives and are Buddhists. potential disciples.

Jiang Yuanhan took a sip of the special product in the nether world, coughing because of the sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, salty tea, he raised his hand to cover his lips, and coughed once, and the person beside him handed him a snow-white silk in due course.

He didn't pay attention for a while, and then he realized it after receiving it, and looked over with cold eyes, only to see the black-haired demon lowering his head and pushing the tea provided by the teahouse aside, and then calmly took out a set of porcelain from the storage ring , tea, jade bottle.

The jade bottle of water was surrounded by demonic energy for a moment, and the water boiled out.In front of him, the other party re-made tea for him, and then let it cool slowly.

This way of acting is like calling himself the concubine of the young master of the devil world, no different from the concubine in the ordinary world.

Jiang Yuanhan's head was buzzing, he stared at the opponent's movements, but he couldn't attack here, he "swallowed his breath" to accept the kindness of the demon general, and eased the throat and throat poisoned by the flavor of the netherworld Taste, and then told him: "Ghost Crane is my old friend, you and I will leave quietly in a while, go to meet him in some alliance, and talk about how to catch a turtle in a jar."

Shen Tushuo covered his face with a mask, his expression remained calm, and he said calmly, "When was your old friend?"

Jiang Yuanhan: "...Your focus is wrong."

The other party was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized, and quickly corrected: "We should meet."

Jiang Yuanhan was reluctantly satisfied, staring at the purple jade beads circling around the other party, pondered for a moment, and couldn't help but insinuating: "How could my father entrust this kind of treasure to you? If it is used properly, this thing can be said to be Can create another half-step golden fairy."

Shen Tushuo thought for a while, and said, "Mozun... Your Excellency, this is a test for me."

Jiang Yuanhan was even more curious: "Test? My father has ignored the experience of the devil general for many years. He is just a shopkeeper who throws his hands away."

"It's not for experience." Shentu Shuo said quietly, "Although it's for safekeeping, if I can fulfill the agreement with Lord Mozun, this thing will be given to me as a gift."

This is not easy to ask for, Jiang Yuanhan thought for a moment, then asked: "What agreement?"

Shen Tushuo remained silent, just staring at him intently.

Jiang Yuanhan's back was chilled by him, so he had to secretly reveal to him about General Gongyi, but he didn't say everything, and showed his eagerness.Even the bad-tempered little young master, when he needs help from others, can't help but pretend to be talkative, and have a good chat with him for a while according to his temper.

It's just that the meaning of the other party is also very obvious-as long as you recognize my baby, what's not to talk about?

But this is out of the question.

Jiang Yuanhan suddenly changed his face and didn't bother to pay attention to the other party. While thinking about other ways, he drank the tea and quietly got up and left the teahouse to look for He Wangxing.

At night, the Drum Tower in the southwest of the nether world.

Countless snow-white candles are lit around the Drum Tower, covered with white lanterns in the image of Yaksha Rakshasa ghosts.Snow-white couplets were hung all over the hall, surrounded by many ghost cultivators with strange shapes—because the Netherworld is all-encompassing, the appearance is unsatisfactory, and part of it is really Shen Tushuo's mask-like face.

The young gentleman with black hair in feather clothes sat in front of the hall, lowered his head to write silently, and raised his eyes slightly when there was an argument in the hall, and recorded two strokes on the post.His expression couldn't tell what was going on in his heart at all, he seemed unmoved by the southwestern forces that had long been separated, and he didn't bother to talk to these ghost cultivators, city gods, and earth spirits.

In the end, Mr. He only agreed to meet with the Buddha's soul here again for a battle. He was fighting for everyone in the hall, but he didn't say a word about what he wanted, and he seemed to take nothing.

But for the cunning Ghost Cultivator, who is full of calculations, this is a very high-level posture and airs.

When the hourglass was finished and the golden chime that the little ghost stood by rang for the third time, and all the ghost cultivators had left, Strelitzian heaved a sigh of relief and rubbed a bronze mirror in his sleeve.

These cunning monks are embarrassing.

He stood up, turned around and walked a few steps beside the seat, staring at the bright moon and clear light outside the window for a moment. It wasn't because he was very excited about poetry, but because he thought that he really needed the support of the demon world... He paused for a moment, and suddenly touched the side of his neck. The cold edge.

He Wangxing's mind was blank, and after a few breaths, he didn't move, and said: "In the alliance, among all ghosts, it is indeed a great achievement to be able to take me immediately."

The next moment, the ice blade on the side of the neck was withdrawn immediately, and a familiar mocking voice came from behind: "Nonsense——"

He Wangxing turned his head and saw Hanyuan Mojun sitting at the top of the lobby, wearing a red dress, round neck, narrow sleeves, a thin black cloak over his shoulders, boots of the same color, and a pair of scarfs around his waist. The black-bottomed belt with dark gold magic patterns and white jade inlaid holes outlines the thin waist, and the cloak lining is half-draped under the chair, revealing a little scarlet color.

Behind him is a mysterious man with black hair holding a scabbard and wearing a mask. Although he is on the side of the seat, he seems to be hidden in the shadows.

This Jiang demon lord was playing with the bloody dagger with one hand, and filled the wine with the other hand. He didn't bother to raise his eyebrows, and joked casually: "I'm not a little frog who can't find a partner by the Styx river. There will be few and few, who will marry you?"

For some reason, when He Wangxing saw him, he breathed a sigh of relief, but also keenly felt that this sentence made the man behind him slowly grasp the hilt of the sword that was exposed from the scabbard.

"With the majestic Hanyuan Demon Lord and the Demon Realm Young Lord personally coming to help in the battle, I won't worry too much, and my hair will fall out." He Wangxing reluctantly stepped forward, pulled a chair and sat opposite him, "I was thinking Inform General Shi."

"Don't bother him." Jiang Yuanhan said, "As long as I'm here, let alone the ghost king, even if Lin Muzhou comes personally, I can kill his head."

What kind of "ghost king" is it? If it can be injured by the Crane Star talisman, then there is a high probability that it will be in the Void Realm.As for the majestic Netherworld, although it is true that there are no half-step golden immortals sitting in the town, it can be seen that there is no one in the empty world.

This was the time when Jiang Yuanhan was most confident, not to mention he was unwilling to listen to the advice from Shen Tushuo.

He Wangxing said: "Based on the last time I met this person, he was manipulated by someone behind him—whether there is any independent spirit, whether there is any clear mind, it is really hard to say."

Jiang Yuanhan thought for a while, and questioned: "How can so many people not be able to beat a thing that is manipulated by people without even sanity?"

He Wangxing sighed: "...If you are fully prepared, this thing can cross the realm for a short time and fight at the level of the Golden Immortal Realm. It really doesn't blame the Nether Realm."

The wine on the table was still warm, so Jiang Yuanhan picked it up and took a sip. Finally, he did not lose in front of the specialty of the ghost world, and took a rare second sip.

"It seems that someone deliberately refined this thing?" Jiang Yuanhan almost immediately thought of the Penglai Upper Court—he had been in the Penglai Tower, and he knew that there were all kinds of strange things and experiments in that tower, "Since There are Hongmen banquets on both sides, so it doesn't matter who gets tricked."

Strelitzus nodded, but he didn't agree with the other party's understanding. He had the bronze mirror in his hand, which could directly detect the other party's lack of spirituality, and even get rid of the ghost of the Buddha's leftover soul. On the surface, he claimed that he could find out what this thing was - and Jiang Yuanhan was here, trying to make a message difference with the other party, in order to kill it in one fell swoop, leaving no room for it.

But what Jiang Yuanhan thought was - I have Bodhisattvas in charge, so what's the problem even if you, Lin Muzhou, come?I'm going to kill you myself, can't the Bodhisattva still control the situation?

But what is unpredictable is that the two of them also have information gaps.He Wangxing didn't think Huijian Bodhisattva would come at all, and Jiang Yuanhan didn't know that the previous Lord of All Ghosts in the Netherworld was just staring secretly at the bottom of the Styx River, as if he had been greedy for Tang Monk's flesh for many years. old leprechaun.

But the most unpredictable thing is actually the people around Jiang Yuanhan.

Before the two of them had a deep conversation, the black-haired demon general moved the flagon on the table away without changing his face and heartbeat. The posture of the virtuous wife was simply hard to pick.When the little lunatic wanted to pour wine again, he inevitably pressed the back of the opponent's hand.

Jiang Yuanhan froze for a moment, looked down at the opponent's hand, his brain, which had been swayed by the alcohol in the Netherworld, was slightly sluggish, so that his reaction was slow for a moment, and then he heard a low-pitched voice beside his ear.

"Love and hate the wine of parting," said the other party, "don't get drunk."

Jiang Yuanhan withdrew his hand abruptly, suddenly reminded of the tradition of wine making in the Netherworld - taking the tears of parting lovers.

For a moment, Jiang Yuanhan almost thought that his Taoist companion was sticking to his ear, telling him his longing, frank love and hatred in a low voice.

His breathing was tight for an instant, his heartstrings tensed suddenly, and then he slowly relaxed, his thoughts came back, and he realized that he was a little affected by the alcohol just now.

Jiang Yuanhan raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows. With the remaining rationality to distinguish between people and me, he turned his eyes and glanced at the other party, and said after a long while: "... If you are admonishing as a subordinate, I will listen."

The young master finally dispelled some prejudice against General Shentu at this moment - because the other party reminded him of his Taoist couple.

The author has something to say: The False Ghost King: Sweeping Liuhe and unifying the Netherworld.

The real ghost king: Tang monk meat, hissing.