Ming Dynasty Emperor System

That day, there was a great disaster in the underworld.

The little tiger demon 'died' in the field of will-o'-the-wisp.

He came from Hezhou, Xiniu, human world.

He was filled with hatred.

Want to explore the origin of the hatred of genocide.

The last memory remains in the realm of will-o'-the-wisps in the ruins of Styx.

His body and soul were turned into nothingness under the bombardment of the spells of Yang Jian and Master Wuchao from the high-level officials of the underworld.

It's like the missing piece in Hezhou, Xiniu, or the tragic battlefield in the Minghu Monster Cave.

His heart's blood flowed into rivers, and his soul's corpses littered the land.

This is an extremely real world, and the dark curtain still hangs over the heads of all living beings.

The former little tiger demon walked alone in this context.

He was indeed annihilated, but the gift from Zhu Houzhao allowed him to slowly find himself in the lost nothingness.

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No one knows why purple-gold flowers grow in the filthy soil deep in hell.

A wandering ghost messenger told the souls about this wonderful phenomenon.

But no ghost wanted to pay attention to him.

The three realms are in chaos, and even the ghosts of the underworld cannot live in peace.

Who would pay attention to the birth of a flower?

They shouted and cursed:

"Have you never seen flowers before? You are so busy!"

But there really is such a weird thing.

Now the underworld is in chaos, and Hou Tu and a group of high-level underworld officials are missing.

The ghosts formed gangs and wanted to go to the eighteen levels of hell to rescue the exiled ghost kings.

The ghosts were wandering around. Without their support, they became the existence of "ghosts shouting and beating", carefully avoiding pursuit.

The wandering ghost messenger Du Feinan was an exception. He had a pure nature and was kind both before and after his life.

The other ghosts who work together follow a set of unspoken rules common to hell.

He was arrogant when he was restraining ghosts and controlling ghosts, and he didn't know whether it was to show his authority or to vent his dissatisfaction.

But he is different. He treats people, things, and ghosts kindly like a fool.

Therefore, after the chaos in the underworld, the ghosts will chase and kill those ghosts who are usually domineering, but they will let him alone and even treat him with courtesy.

So far, no ghost has eaten enough Yin energy to provoke him.

He was having a good time.

There is no need to hide here and there, no need to be frightened, and no need to perform the duties of a ghost missionary, who is as tired as a dog every day.

While all the sentient beings in the three realms were busy saving themselves, he had the leisure to wander around the forbidden areas in the underworld, as if he were touring mountains and rivers, intoxicated with himself.

When he came to the ruins of the former Nether Sea, which was now a desolate field of will-o'-the-wisps, the purple-gold flower aroused his interest.

He has been here for three months.

Every day I watch the lovely flower buds stretch and the little bits of pollen fall.

It seems to have a magical power that makes people intoxicated day and night.

At the same intoxicating moment one day, the flowers withered.

Purple-gold light illuminated this desolate land.

Even the darkness above the sky seemed to be dispelled by this light.

An aura that frightened Du Feinan escaped from the withered roots.

He was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly. The interest he had accumulated over the past few days was also disrupted by this aura.

But even so, curiosity prevailed over fear of the unknown.

He did not run away, but sat on the ground, holding his chin, and stared blankly at the surprise.

Between the intertwining of light and shadow, the boundaries of nothingness were shattered.

In the pure land where the flowers bloom and fall, wisps of mist rise.

The color of the mist is as coquettish as blood, and as dark as inner demons.

When the mist rolled and rolled to its limit, a monster with the head of a tiger and the body of a human body condensed and took shape.

He opened his eyes, as if he were an angry Buddha, and the stars were slowly flowing in his pupils.

Just casually glancing at Du Feinan, the latter immediately felt a breathtaking and compelling pressure.

Empress Houtu had given him the same feeling, but it had never been so strong.

"Are you a ghost?" the little tiger demon suddenly asked.

He nodded numbly.

"Do you know where Master Wuchao is?" The little tiger demon approached and asked.

He shook his head blankly.

"Then what do you know?"

The little tiger demon picked him up casually and dragged his head forward slowly. It was as simple as holding an egg to stir-fry.

The sound of the soul mopping the floor was a bit harsh.

"I know where Empress Houtu has gone, and I know where the Tenth Palace of Hell has gone. I am the only one in the underworld who knows the whereabouts of these people."

Du Feinan muttered to himself in a daze. He felt the tingling sensation coming from his scalp, but in his mind he coldly sketched out a picture of fluff touching his cheek.

"I remember you. Not long after you arrived in the underworld, the ruins of the Styx were completely turned into desolation, and Queen Houtu and her party disappeared."

The little tiger demon stopped, lowered his head and looked down at Du Feinan, and said calmly:

"You know quite a lot. How can a ghost who is comparable to the Xuanxian level get so much information?"

"I saw it when I was wandering around. I saw you sneaking into the underworld clearly. What's so strange about this?" Du Feinan said matter-of-factly.

The little tiger demon looked at Du Feinan intently, without saying a word for a long time, and the corners of his mouth kept raising upwards in the intervals of contemplation.

He felt inexplicably funny.

This is much more interesting than searching for yourself in nothingness. You know, the feeling of chaotic consciousness is not pleasant.

The weird atmosphere lasted for a long time. The two looked at each other in silence, but they didn't feel embarrassed.

Finally, it was the little tiger demon who spoke.

He changed his previous rough attitude, pulled Du Feinan up from the ground, straightened the folds of his robe, brushed away the tears that had inadvertently fallen from his eyes, and then said softly:

"Tell me, Queen Houtu, where are they, please?"

"Why are you looking for them?"

"Ask someone about their whereabouts, just like I'm asking you now."

"What if they won't tell?"

"Then beat them until they tell you."

After the little tiger demon said this, his face became ferocious.

That shocking coercion was unleashed by him unscrupulously, dancing gracefully in the sky.

Du Feinan's expression was as usual, he was swaying in the energy storm formed independently by pressure.

If the little tiger demon hadn't held his shoulders, he would have been blown away by the extremely fast demonic wind.

Once you merge into the crazy Tianyu, you will only end up dead.

When the soul disappears, even if it is a ghost in an illusory state, it will still hold hatred and disappear in the vast emptiness.

Du Feinan didn't want to die.

There are still too many beautiful scenery in this world that he has not seen, and there are countless fragrant and beautiful flowers that he has not smelled.

Besides, it would be too embarrassing to die twice in a row.

So he decided to follow the monster's wishes and prevent the ghost from being killed.

"I'll take you to find them directly. They are in the human world and their locations can change at any time." Du Feinan said.

Hearing this, the little tiger demon showed a meaningful smile...