The son-in-law of the first wealthy family

Regardless of whether it was Cheng Wuya or not, and whether Cheng Wuya was dead or not, Mu Sheng had to enter this hall to check.

After careful observation, Mu Sheng determined that the hall should not be dangerous, so he jumped down from the passage. The passage is located in a corner of the entire hall, and it is relatively dark here. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t even see it. There are passages here.

After landing on the ground, Mu Sheng immediately realized something was wrong. This hall not only has lights, but also is beautifully decorated. Most importantly, there is no dust on the ground of this hall.

Although it is said that there are also dust-avoiding techniques among the spells, which can make everything dust-free, but that also requires someone to perform the spell.

In other words, there must be a person or others who can use spells here. Mu Sheng recalled the black shadows he encountered, whether they were trapped in the murals, caught by himself, or later Those black shadows crawling out of the passage, these black shadows all have one thing in common.

That is, none of them had ever used spells, so the ones who could use spells here would definitely not be those black shadows. Thinking of this, Mu Sheng became more vigilant.

Suddenly, as if he felt something, Mu Sheng raised his head abruptly, and couldn't help but gasped. Just above his head, in the dimly lit place on the top of the hall, there were many people squatting densely. shadow.

These black shadows seem to be looking at Mu Sheng, and Mu Sheng can feel that these black shadows are not like those who crawled out of the passage, but more like the black shadows that sneaked up on him before.

In other words, when Mu Sheng appeared, he had already been spotted by these black shadows, but they didn't attack Mu Sheng, they just squatted quietly on the top and looked at Mu Sheng, why?
Questions flashed in his mind, Mu Sheng turned his head suddenly to look at the skeleton sitting on top, the skeleton was still the same, it seemed that there was no difference.

Mu Sheng thought for a while, and walked carefully step by step to the position of the skeleton, while also observing the movement of those black shadows.

Mu Sheng found that with his movements, those black shadows would also move, but they still didn't attack, instead they seemed to be watching the show, which made Mu Sheng squint his eyes.

When he was five meters away from the skeleton, Mu Sheng stopped, looked up at the skeleton, and said a name calmly.

"Cheng Wuya."

The skeleton didn't respond at all, it seemed to be just an ordinary skeleton, but Mu Sheng never believed that the skeleton was just a decoration.

Since the other party didn't respond, then force the other party to respond.

As soon as Mu Sheng raised his hand, the long sword appeared in his hand immediately. Those shadows who were still watching the excitement on the top suddenly became nervous after seeing Mu Sheng take out the long sword, and all stared at Mu Sheng.

Mu Sheng doesn't care about those shadows now, he cares more about whether the skeleton in front of him is Cheng Wuya.

A sword swung out, like a stone breaking the sky, the sword light rolled forward with killing intent.

'click'

A slight sound sounded, and the chair in front was split in two, and the wall all the way behind was also left a deep mark by the sword.

Instead, the skeleton that should have been sitting on the chair was gone.

Mu Sheng turned his head vigilantly, and saw the skeleton standing not far away, still wearing that gorgeous robe.

"Your boy is from the Ji family?"

The skeleton's mouth opened and closed, and it actually spoke, but its voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if its throat had been rubbed with sandpaper.

Mu Sheng's swordsmanship was taught by Ji Changkong, and although Ji Changkong's swordsmanship is said to be his own comprehension and creation, it still has some characteristics of the Ji family, and he will be recognized by this skeleton. Mu Sheng is not surprised.

On the contrary, since this man can tell from this simple sword that he is from the Ji family, then the identity of this skeleton is ready to be revealed.

He is the Cheng Wuya that Mu Sheng is looking for.

Mu Sheng didn't answer, but Cheng Wuya snorted coldly, a series of complicated handprints formed on the finger bones of both hands, a black wind blew from nowhere, covering the skeleton.

Soon, the wind disappeared, and the skeleton turned into a senile old man.

Looking at this scene, Mu Sheng was a little surprised. He has only seen people turn into bones in an instant, but he has never seen bones turn into people. He didn't expect to see it now. This should be Cheng Wuya's practice. sorcery.

It's just that this wasn't over yet, as soon as Cheng Wuya raised his hand, he grabbed a black shadow from the top of the hall.

When the black wind appeared, these shadows began to avoid one after another, and almost all went to those dark corners, as if wishing they could disappear immediately.

Mu Sheng thought it was a bit strange at first, but now he saw that Cheng Wuya grabbed a black shadow as soon as he raised his hand, and then the shadow struggled in Cheng Wuya's hand for a few times before it became silent, and then it was even more like Like ice and snow meeting the sun, it disappeared little by little.

At the same time that the black shadow disappeared, Cheng Wuya was like a dead tree that had absorbed nutrients, gradually regaining its vitality.

Seeing this scene, Mu Sheng finally understood why Cheng Wuya didn't kill the spirits of these people, it turned out that he wanted to keep them as his nourishment!

After realizing it, Mu Sheng would naturally not give Cheng Wuya a chance to recover. When Cheng Wuya stretched out his hand for the second time, Mu Sheng blocked Cheng Wuya's hand, which made Cheng Wuya look away. It fell on Mu Sheng.

Cheng Wuya's gaze was cold, as if without any emotion, he stared at Mu Sheng firmly.

"What exactly do you want to do, kid?"

Mu Sheng smiled lightly: "Simple, I want you to give me the book of life and death and the judge's pen."

"Book of Life and Death? Judge's pen?"

Cheng Wuya gave a strange laugh, and looked at Mu Sheng with a gloomy look.

"You can't be called by Fairy Meng, right? Hehe, do you know that all the things I have aimed at your Ji family here are from Fairy Meng."

After Cheng Wuya said this, before Mu Sheng could respond, he frowned.

"No, you're not from the Ji family. If you were from the Ji family, you wouldn't be able to come here at all! Tell me, who are you?"

Looking at Cheng Wuya's appearance, Mu Sheng felt that this person seemed to be a little confused, but he still responded lightly.

"I was originally from the Ji family, but I didn't anymore."

Mu Sheng purposely made his words a bit circumstantial, and Cheng Wuya really became a little confused.

"What do you mean? Are you from the Ji family? Tell me clearly!"