Underworld!

A dark moon hanging in the sky.

The incomplete dark moon emits a hazy light, dispelling the darkness of the underworld.

Flashes of gloomy wind blew slowly, and the dark gray weeds on the ground kept swaying their waists. Thick boots trampled on the weeds. A young man wearing black armor was strode.

He has a beautiful and handsome appearance, and a golden pattern on his face. Not only did he not affect his handsomeness, but he looked even more charming and handsome.

The blood-red cloak behind him kept swaying in the wind. There were generals and scholars standing beside him. In the distance, there were guards wearing armor as motionless as a mountain.

Zhou Mao walked to the top of the mountain, and a strange rock three feet taller than a meter in front was highlighting on the top of the mountain. Black light spots appeared under his feet, like a layer of steps, Zhou Mao walked up the strange rock in a few steps.

Standing on the strange rock, Zhou Mao's eyes looked down at the foot of the mountain, and a camp was clearly reflected in his eyes.

The camp was like a lying beast, constantly devouring the yin energy in all directions. Layers of fog appeared around the camp, covering any waiting and watching field.

"Master!"

"The rebels set up camp here. It seems that they want to seize the Yinshan Mountains here and take down the Xuanyin mine in Yinshan Mountains so as to build weapons and armor," a middle-aged scholar pointed his hand at the rebels and preached.

"What do you think about Huaiyu?" Zhou Mao asked without answering and asked a silent man beside him.

"The Marquis has his own strategy in his heart, so why do you need to talk too much?" Wang Yuhua shook his head slowly. He didn't say much, and he just didn't want to say anything more.

"The resentment in Huaiyu's heart has not yet been relieved," Zhou Mao looked at Wang Huaiyu, his eyes were filled with oppression, and he preached in a plain tone:

"Huaiyu must know that the grudges in the world of the sun are no longer related to us when we die."

"Why should you deceive yourself?" Wang Huaiyu sneered. He looked at Zhou Mao in front of him and said in a blunt tone:

"The Marquis was originally the legitimate son of the Zhou family in Yecheng. He was born with the fortune of Qianlong. He was a method of Zhou Lang showing off his tricks, pretending to be a loyal minister and filial son to deceive the world. The most important thing is to take advantage of tricks and robbery. Not only did he seize the fortune of Qianlong, but he also forced the Marquis to death."

"If the Marquis can let go of his grudges, I, Wang Huaiyu, are three years old,"

"Rareless!" Someone immediately scolded him, and Zhou Mao waved his hand, and he stopped the crowd from attacking.

Zhou Mao's calm tone changed, but it still makes people unable to hear the joyful and anger saying: "Hate!"

"This marquis has not,"

"I am born with Qianlong's great fortune. I am the legitimate son of the Zhou family. My fortune was taken away and my death was gone. This is because my marquis' skills are not as good as others. What can I complain about?"

"No matter how the world evolves in ancient times or today, the winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy,"

"Victory means victory, defeat means defeat,"

"Ru Huaiyu assisted Zhao Guangren, rose up in Yan land, called Duke Yan, and was finally defeated and died by this marquis' seventh brother."

"The seventh brother of this Hou won the right way. Why should Huaiyu be like Zhao Guangren? He repeatedly complained about being like that woman? Such rats still want to make a comeback in the Netherworld. He doesn't think that the underworld has its own laws and regulations, such as him, who are defeated in the dragon battle,"

"Either he was imprisoned on one of the eighteenth floors of hell, or he drank Mengpo soup to send him reincarnation. Zhao Guangren was stubborn and self-destructed. He killed a lot. I am afraid that he would not be reincarnated and reincarnated. He must be imprisoned in hell," said Zhao Guangren.

"Huaiyu was also guilty, but it was because my marquis saw the rebels rising everywhere. It was the time to use people to help me to quell the rebels and make contributions to atone for their sins."

"Then I'm thankful for the Marquis," Wang Huaiyu's tone was neither humble nor arrogant, but he also showed lukewarmness. He almost pointed at his nose and said he was not grateful for Zhou Mao's actions.

"Huaiyu seems to have not understood the meaning of this marquis,"

Zhou Mao patted Wang Huaiyu on the shoulder. He looked at the rebels in the distance, pointed at the rebels and said loudly: "These rebels have been reincarnated in the past. Each of them has their own stories. They have reluctance in their hearts, either resentment or injustice."

"Three years ago, the underworld was in chaos, and many people who were extremely guilty escaped from hell and began to collude with all directions to incite these people, so that rebels rose up everywhere and became a climate for a while. However, the underworld was strong and even with the Heavenly Court as its support, the rebels would undoubtedly be defeated."

"You say you hate me, but I don't hate me, but I am unwilling to be defeated by Brother Qi."

"Now, this marquis is one step behind the seventh brother, but it does not mean that this marquis will always be behind,"

"The turmoil in the underworld is when this marquis is used. This rebel army is the resource for this marquis to be promoted. One day, this marquis will take charge of the marquis and enter the heavenly court in the next day, and will hunt in the heaven with the seventh brother."

"Wouldn't this be better than Huaiyu complaining all day long?"

"Mr. Marquis is ambition," Wang Huaiyu no longer calmed down. He showed a moving look and spoke praise and preached.

"If you want to take charge of the Netherworld, rebels are rising in front of you. It is the time when this marquis rises. Brother Yang Shi Qi will unify the north and has a great impact on the Netherworld. This is the best time."

"This marquis lacks talents, and it is precisely because he needs the assistance of the king and his master like Huaiyu."

"Please help me with your help to complete this great cause together," Zhou Mao preached solemnly.

"This," Wang Huaiyu couldn't help but hesitate, and a look of struggle appeared on his face. Although he was moved, he still lacked a trace of heat.

"Don't Huaiyu want to defeat Brother Seven once!" Zhou Mao's words sounded again. His strong luck was like the pressure of Mount Tai, pressing down on Wang Huaiyu.

Wang Huaiyu's upright luck could no longer withstand it and was instantly crushed.

Wang Huaiyu sighed, and he said gratefully: "The Marquis' words were like the thunder in the sky that woke Huaiyu up,"

"Since I am unwilling to accept it, I will fight again tomorrow and defeat the King of Wei in a dignified manner!"

"My minister Wang Huaiyu, pay homage to the lord!" Wang Huaiyu tidied up his clothes and bowed solemnly to Zhou Mao.

"I am a marquis who has the help of Huaiyu, and it is no problem to make achievements." Zhou Mao was not hesitant to his praise, but he sighed in his heart with repeated praise.

He was able to conquer Wang Huaiyu because he relied on the great world of the sun. Otherwise, just by his position, how could he conquer the talent of Wang Huaiyu like Wang Huaiyu?

He was only sighing, and his fighting spirit was not lost. Even if Zhou Lang became king, he had already unified the north and had a great momentum to influence the underworld.

But he was not at all decadent. He is now a small tree growing next to Zhou Lang, a big tree, and asked Zhou Lang to shelter him from the wind and rain.

But one day, he will be able to grow into a towering tree, and in turn shelter him from the wind and rain, and protect him.
Chapter completed!