Dahei, who was in a hazy drowsiness and was forcibly awakened, blinked his small green bean-sized eyes, not knowing why.

Suddenly, it sensed its master's intention and woke up in an instant. The figure that was thrown away suddenly accelerated again and rushed towards the black shadow.

The figure was so fast that Zhong Kui couldn't react at all, and it was extremely uncomfortable to be stabbed in the throat with a sword.

In the dim environment, the black shadow and the big black quickly disappeared from sight.

Zhenjun Zhongkui held back the severe pain in his throat, strode out of the palace door with meteoric steps, and shouted loudly: "Who dares to assassinate me, where is the bull's head and the horse's face?"

However, Wu Gui responded for a while, and several Yin Chai and Zhang DaDa stood aside, feeling the anger of the True Lord and not daring to speak.

The bull-headed horse-faced man is responsible for the external security of the underworld, but he allows assassins to sneak in. The dead Taoist friends are not dead, and no one wants to get into trouble at this time.

Xu Ping stared intently at the direction in which the man in black disappeared. Judging from Dahei's feedback, his speed was really surprisingly fast. Even Dahei couldn't catch up.

After a while, Dahei turned back, his head hanging down, obviously returning in vain.

"Ouch..."

It barked twice, then turned into a black light and returned to Xu Ping's arm.

Xu Ping's eyes moved slightly, and the black light flashed between his palms. Dahei quickly circled up and continued to wrap around his waist, falling asleep beautifully.

Feeling the heavy feeling on his waist, Xu Ping had a smile on his lips and looked at the approaching Zhenjun Zhongkui with a smile.

Zhenjun Zhongkui looked at Dahei disappearing in the black light in astonishment, and couldn't help but be surprised, because he didn't notice at all that there was something else on Xu Ping.

"Brother Xiao Xu, you really opened my eyes, but Zhenjun, I made you laugh."

Seeing that Xu Ping had already arrived to witness the whole process, Zhong Kui rubbed his slightly uncomfortable throat and had no choice but to put the matter aside for the time being and not delve into it further.

Xu Ping didn't take it to heart, but only confirmed his guess. The calmness and peace in Fengdu must be just on the surface.

"You don't need to see me outside, my true lord, but I am really surprised that my true lord is able to withstand the sharp sword with his fragile throat."

Xu Ping was a little surprised. This was not a street show. The bone sword was extremely sharp and had cold fire attached to it. But Zhong Kui, who had been stabbed by the sword, could not see anything strange at all.

Zhong Kui laughed loudly, his beard trembling, and he looked quite proud, "I practice the art of eating ghosts. If you don't have a strong throat, how can you resist the evil spirit and resentment in the ghost body."

Good guy!

This is a unique skill to eat!

Xu Ping also had the method of using supplements to increase his cultivation, but Xu Ping later discovered that the recovery effect was quite good, but the progress of his cultivation seemed too slow.

And the most important thing is that if you eat too much, you will have no taste in your mouth when you go to eat delicious food.

Slowly, he abandoned it.

After thinking about it, Xu Ping suddenly said: "If it is as true as what the true king said, then it seems that this assassin's understanding of the true king is not comprehensive enough, at least not that familiar."

"Eh...that makes sense."

Zhong Kui also reacted and began to guess the identity of the man in black, "If you don't know me, how could you come to assassinate me..."

Xu Ping naturally didn't know and remained silent.

"never mind!"

Zhong Kui waved his hand, invited Xu Ping and Song Qingling into the palace, and shouted loudly outside, "You see the bull-headed horse face, let them come to see me immediately."

After saying that, he invited Xu Ping and Song Qingling into the palace.

At the same time, two undercover men brought wine and food to the table. Xu Ping took a closer look and couldn't help but be shocked.

"Ah this..."

What I saw on the plate on the table was a little ghost the size of a chicken, crispy on the outside and dripping with sesame oil.

Zhong Kui smiled when he saw this and said: "Xiao Xu, come and try it. This is a famous delicacy in the underworld. Fried devils, coated with a layer of sesame oil, the taste..."

What is the difference between this and cannibalism... Xu Ping immediately became serious and said: "Zhenjun, I am not happy to accept this. You should enjoy it yourself slowly."

Zhong Kui glanced at him and said angrily: "Do I seem to be such a cruel person? These are all fished out of the oil pan of the Eighteenth Level of Hell. Eat them with confidence."

Xu Ping still shook his head and said directly: "Judge Cui asked me to give you a message. He will take advantage of this moment to deal with them in half a step. I want to ask you what your plan is?"

Xu Ping knew himself very clearly. He came to the underworld to be a thug.

Seeing that Xu Ping and Song Qingling were not interested in the fried ghosts, Zhong Kui picked up the fried ghosts with a smile and started to feast on them. At the same time, he said: "My plan is very simple. There is only one sentence: capture the thief first. Capture the king first."

"The true king refers to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?" Xu Ping asked.

Zhong Kui nodded: "Since everything started because of him, I naturally have to give priority to solving him."

Xu Ping pondered for a long time, and then expressed his concerns, "Although Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva took advantage of this, it has no substantial effect on the current situation of the underworld. It is just treating the symptoms rather than the root cause."

Zhong Kui was startled for a moment, put down the fried ghost he was holding in both hands, wiped his lips, and his beard was suddenly stained with a layer of oil, "How can I not know this, but now more and more people are dying in the world, I

You don’t have any good ideas.”

Xu Ping also fell into silence after hearing this.

This situation is indeed more difficult now. The world of the underworld and the underworld are closely connected. If the fairy court is closed, we can only try to save ourselves.

Xu Ping pondered for a moment and suddenly remembered something: "If we let the ghosts in the underworld live in peace in the underworld, wouldn't it be possible?"

The people in the underworld are obsessed with reincarnation because of the ingredients added to Po Meng's soup.

Zhong Kui shook his head: "In that case, if you are not sure whether you will be reincarnated as a ghost of a wealthy family, won't you never go to the earth again?"

The next life of every ghost has already been predetermined. This is the so-called yin virtue. Although people who have done evil in life will not remember what they have done after death, they may be able to be good ghosts due to different circumstances.

But he cannot predict his next life.

Instead of doing this, it is better to settle down in the underworld, and maybe another flower can bloom.

This must be what all the ghosts are thinking.

I really didn’t expect that the underworld would start to worry because there is too little land...

Xu Ping pondered for a long time and could not think of a good solution, but Zhong Kui's eyes suddenly lit up and he pondered.

"actually……"

"There is another way."

Xu Ping hurriedly asked: "What can I do?"

Zhong Kui thought for a long time and finally said, "You should be more than halfway there, right?"

"Um."

"Then what did you find at the outer edge of more than half a step?"

Xu Ping said without hesitation: "Of course it is the fog. It is said that no ghost can come out after entering the fog."

Zhong Kui nodded and started to eat the fried ghost again, "And it's not just half a step away. There is also the same fog outside Fengdu Underworld. So do you know where this fog comes from?"

"Appreciate further details."

Zhong Kui said: "Actually, just like Banbuduo, this large area of ​​fog is transformed by the ghosts of the dead. They gradually surrounded Banbuduo and Difengdu Underworld."

Xu Ping said in shock: "Lord Zhenjun, are you saying that as long as there are enough ghosts who die, it is very likely that the underworld will cease to exist?"

Zhong Kui nodded: "That's right."

At the same time, he continued: "But our underworld naturally cannot let this happen, so there is a formation hidden in the mountains of our underworld, which is eroded by the fog of the underworld."

"but……"

"It's just to maintain the status quo."

Listening to what he said, Xu Ping instantly understood what he meant, "What does Lord Zhenjun mean, is that if the fog can be dispelled, a large amount of land can be regained?"

"Yes."

If this is the case, doesn't it mean that as long as the fog can be continuously dispelled, Banbuduo and Fengdu Underworld can expand infinitely, and then there will be no such contradiction in the future.

Those who did evil in life will suffer in the eighteenth level of hell and will be thrown directly into the animal realm after their deeds, while those who did good in life will have one more choice.

If they don't want to be reincarnated, they will live in the underworld, and even gradually evolve into a dynasty in the underworld, allowing them to serve as officials and help the underworld with management work.

Xu Ping raised his eyebrows and asked quickly: "What should we do?"

Zhong Kui casually wiped the oil stains on his hands on his body and said: "Xiao Xu, don't be anxious now. It's not that simple to accomplish this. If you want to restore the land that was eroded by the fog,

There is still one very crucial thing needed.”

Xu Ping asked: "What?"

"Xi soil!"

Zhong Kui said loudly: "I don't need to tell you how precious this thing is."

Xu Ping nodded.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Xirang is a divine object. It is only in the ancient times that people heard of its appearance.

"Is there one in the underworld?"

Xu Ping remembered that in ancient times, the Houtu Empress of the Witch Clan embodied the six realms of reincarnation, so there might be some underworlds.

Only then did Zhong Kui look serious and said, "Of course, but..."
To be continued...