Underworld Merry Flower

"My hands are sore." Prison Ghost King reminded Chao Xi.

Standing behind the prison ghost king, Chao Xi, with dark clouds on his face, kept reminding himself: If you can't bear it, you will make a big mess, calm down, calm down!

Chao Xi jumped onto the rim of the bronze tripod, and roughly put the black robe in his hand on the prison ghost king's head.

"..." The Prison Ghost King's head was stuck in the armhole of the black robe, and he couldn't get up or down. However, Chao Xi was still pulling hard on the hem of the robe, almost tearing off the Prison Ghost King's grimace mask.

The prison ghost king held down the mask, and said in a deep voice, "Will you wear clothes?"

Chao Xi's Qingyue voice sounded: "Yes, it's just that this kind of ancient clothing is loose and complicated, and it's very troublesome to wear. I'll be able to get used to it after a few tries."

"No need!" Prison Ghost King shook off Chao Xi's hand, adjusted the direction of the black robe by himself, found the front lapel, and poked his head out from there.

Chao Xi saw his deep eyes, as if trying to suppress his anger, presumably the expression under the mask was even more exciting.

Chao Xi pursed his lips tightly, put his hands behind his back, pinched his palms with his fingertips, so as to hold back his laughter.

Do you like being smart?The prison ghost king looked away, stepped out of the copper tripod, lifted his robe and shook it a few times, the hem of the dripping robe was completely dry.

The prison ghost king walked to the back of the stone room, stretched out his hand and drew an arc in the air, and an archway surrounded by black air slowly emerged.

The Prison Ghost King turned his head and said to Chao Xi, "Come here."

Chao Xi hesitated, "I want to go back and tell my sister."

"No need." Prison Ghost King said, "I will send someone to inform her."

Chao Xi originally wanted to find a way to meet Jiang Chi after he went out, and let him implement the previous plan. As long as he can disrupt the order of the main altar, Chao Xi can deal with the prison ghost king without any worries.

But the Prison Ghost King didn't give him a chance.

However, it's good to stay with the prison ghost king, Chao Xi can know his movements at any time, and he will always show his flaws after a long time.

Chao Xi walked towards the prison ghost king.

The prison ghost king took Chao Xi's arm and stepped into the archway with him.

This method of the demon clan is very hostile, and as soon as Chao Xi entered, he felt a tingling sensation of being pierced into the skin by thousands of fine needles.

The air inside was thin, and the cold wind whistled in my ears, mixed with the shrill screams of unknown creatures.

Chao Xi kept taking deep breaths, otherwise he would suffocate.

"It's like hell here." Chao Xi exhaled.

The Prison Ghost King raised his head and chest high, with a carefree appearance. Hearing Chao Xi's question, the corners of his lips under the mask slightly curled up, and said, "Well, hell is under your feet."

Chao Xi subconsciously looked down, only to find that the ground was translucent, and the tumbling magma below and the skeleton man struggling to survive with his hands raised could be vaguely seen.

"This is...the hell of the Holy Cult, right?" Chao Xi was the Emperor of the Underworld after all, and the hell in the Underworld was far more cruel than this place.

The prison ghost king said, "They are both hells, what's the difference? Or have you seen the real hell?"

Chao Xi's heart skipped a beat. After staying with those mortals in the main altar for a long time, they were easy to fool, so Chao Xi took it lightly.But now the target to deal with is the prison ghost king. He is a ten thousand year old devil with a careful mind and wears a mask to hide all expressions and emotions. It is too difficult for Chao Xi to see through him.

On the contrary, the Prison Ghost King has the initiative and can discover Chao Xi's flaws from the subtleties at any time.

Chao Xi must adjust himself as soon as possible to be sure.

Chao Xi said: "Your Majesty was joking. I live a good life. How could I have seen a real hell. I have read many descriptions of hell in ancient books and miscellaneous notes. It is much more terrifying than this, so I have this question."

The prison ghost king looked sideways slightly, glanced at Chao Xi, and stopped talking.

After walking for a while, Chao Xi's body/body couldn't bear it any longer. He wanted to use his immortal energy to make the transition, but the Prison Ghost King was beside him, and he would definitely notice any changes.

"Your Majesty, how long do we have to go?" Chao Xi asked weakly.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Prison Ghost King asked knowingly.

Chao Xi bent down and breathed heavily: "I'm almost at my limit, if I can't go any further, I'm afraid I won't have the 'blessing' to serve my lord."

"You know Taoism and sorcery, you can use any one to protect yourself." Prison Ghost King said.

Chao Xi: "..." Old guy, you did this on purpose to test me, right?

Chao Xi erected a barrier for himself, but the magic power was very little, and the barrier wall was as thin as a cicada's wing.

"Why is my mana so weak? It feels like I've been swallowed by something." Chao Xi was puzzled.

The Prison Ghost King casts the strongest spirit devouring technique in his method. He wants to force out Chao Xi's immortal body, but it's a pity that Chao Xi would rather die than expose himself.

Little Underworld Emperor, interesting.The prison ghost king became more and more interested in Chao Xi.

The Prison Ghost King said lightly: "Persist a little longer, and I'll be out soon."

Chao Xi gritted his teeth, trying to stay awake.The prison ghost king looked at him from time to time, thinking it was very funny.

Finally, Chao Xi saw a bright light ahead.

Chao Xi couldn't wait to rush forward, but accidentally tripped over something on the ground, and was about to fall on his face, a strong arm wrapped around his waist, lifting him up horizontally.

The prison ghost king held Chao Xi under his arm and walked out of the method.

Chao Xi's mood was very complicated. After taking the first breath of fresh air, he broke free from the prison ghost king's arm and fell to the ground.

The prison ghost king folded his arms and looked at him leisurely.

"You are weaker than I imagined." Prison Ghost King said.

Chao Xi sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and adjusted himself.

After a while, Chao Xi opened his eyes and said, "How can your lord imagine me? This is the first time we have met, right?"

The Prison Ghost King said: "You are messing up the situation in the main altar and playing with the three elders in the palm of your hand, will this seat know?"

Chao Xi: "It's too much of a joke, I just want to have a foothold in the Holy Church."

Prison Ghost King: "Then you are not smart enough. If you want to gain a foothold, you should find the one with the most power."

Chao Xi shook his shoulders: "Everything should be done step by step. If I didn't have those false names, would His Majesty look at me in the right way?"

The prison ghost dynasty took two steps forward: "So, your ultimate goal is to get close to this seat."

Chao Xi denied it, and said helplessly, "It seems that His Majesty forced me to enter the inner area, right?"

"Hahahaha." The Prison Ghost King raised his head and laughed loudly, "It's such a hard-to-catch, but it's hard for my strongman."

"I won't blame you." Chao Xi was very magnanimous.

The Prison Ghost King stopped laughing, and squatted in front of Chao Xi, with undercurrents surging in his deep black pupils.He deliberately lowered his voice, as if deliberately trying to make himself appear gentle: "You will serve me well in the future, as long as I am happy, I can satisfy you whatever you want."

Why does this sentence sound familiar?

Chao Xi thought about it, and remembered that Xun Heng had said something similar.

Xun Heng said: "You don't have to worry about your rank, I can give you whatever you want." Although the words are different, the meaning is similar.

Chao Xi was in a daze, as if seeing Xun Heng's shadow in the black pupils of the prison ghost king.

Am I crazy? !Chao Xi shook his head, throwing away this unbelievable thought.The person in front of him is the culprit of the battle between immortals and demons, the demon who washed the Heavenly Palace with blood, how could he think of Xun Heng?

It must be because I miss Xun Heng too much that I have this hallucination.Chao Xi wiped his face, stood up and looked around to divert his attention.

The construction of the inner area is very ancient palace style.The steps are made of white jade, the roof is covered with yellow tiles, and the threshold is carved and embroidered.

It's a pity that the atmosphere here is very bad.The setting sun is hazy and bleak, the flowers and trees are withered and yellow, and the crows are circling around the brackets and screaming, making people feel sad.

Chao Xi was a little disappointed, but the prison ghost king specifically asked, "Do you like this place?"

Chao Xi resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and said, "This is His Majesty's territory, does it matter whether I like it or not?"

The prison ghost king smiled: "It's not important, I'm just asking casually."

"..." Something is wrong.

The prison ghost king led Chao Xi to walk in, and when he came to a large hall, the prison ghost king stopped and said, "This is my bedroom, you will live in the side hall, so that I can serve you conveniently."

The Prison Ghost King repeatedly prodded Chao Xi with the word "serve". After hearing too much, Chao Xi got used to it, and said without expression: "Is there no one else here? Maid, servant or something like that."

The prison ghost king said: "You are the attendant, one is enough."

"Hehe..." Chao Xi smiled.This emperor can bend and stretch, and wants to humiliate me, old devil, don't regret it.

The prison ghost king didn't care about Chao Xi's obedience and infidelity. He was very tired every time he finished the corpse silkworm technique and needed to rest for two days.

He didn't have the energy to take care of Chao Xi these two days, so Chao Xi was tossing around in the side hall, moving the tables, chairs and cabinets around, making a lot of noise.

At night, Chao Xi didn't rest, he made a flute out of dry bamboo, and played it all night long.Chao Xi is obviously good at playing the flute, but he tends to play it out of tune.

The prison ghost king was about to go crazy, the Sanskrit sound in the auditory hallucinations and Chao Xi's out-of-tune flute sound perfectly combined, tormenting the prison ghost king with a splitting headache and restlessness.

In the middle of the next night, the prison ghost king couldn't take it anymore, and kicked open the door of the side hall aggressively.

The annoying flute sound stopped abruptly, Chao Xi sat on the window and looked at him blankly.

The Prison Ghost King was burning with anger, his voice was like thousand years of ice, and he could see the white mist when he exhaled: "Are you looking for death?"

Chao Xi trembled as if frightened by the prison ghost king, swallowed his saliva and asked, "My lord, are you still asleep?"

The prison ghost king gritted his teeth and said, "How can I sleep if you make noise?"

"What I played was a lullaby." Chao Xi said aggrievedly, "My original intention was to let Your Majesty rest better."

Prison Ghost King: "..."

What made the Prison Ghost King most aggrieved was that he clearly knew that the little Underworld Emperor was deliberately causing trouble, yet he couldn't produce evidence.He acted like I'm doing my best for you, even though I'm tone-deaf, but I've worked hard, which made the prison ghost king vent his anger.

The prison ghost king knows very well that gods love elegant things, and they are best at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. If the prison ghost king points this out to Chao Xi, he is undoubtedly telling Chao Xi: I already know your identity.

The Prison Ghost King didn't want to expose him so early, it was the first time that the Prison Ghost King met such an interesting fairy, and he couldn't be reconciled if he didn't play around.

The prison ghost king suppressed his anger and ordered: "Stop playing, and you are forbidden to use any musical instruments in the future."

"Why?" Chao Xi felt particularly good about himself, "I obviously play very well."

Prison Ghost King again: "..."

"I don't like listening to music!" Hell Ghost Dynasty went to the bookcase, took out a stack of rice paper from the shelf, and threw it in front of Chao Xi: "You can write and draw when you are in a hurry, but you are not allowed to play the flute anymore."

After speaking, the Prison Ghost King walked away in a huff.

Chao Xi looked at the back of the Prison Ghost King gradually disappearing into the darkness, and his eyes were cold and indifferent: "Do you think I can't disturb you by painting? Old devil, let's wait and see."