The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

Outside Huangquansi.

The young chief dismounted and walked in. The two evil ghost statues standing at the door were so hideous and terrifying that made people tremble with fear.

The demon-suppressing envoys who followed also tensed their backs, not daring to take it lightly.

After entering the Yellow Springs Division, a strong ghost aura hit you in the face.

The young chief's expression remained unchanged. After he appeared, a ghost came out from the black fog and greeted him with a neither humble nor arrogant look.

"Master Yu, Lord Yan has arrived. Please follow us inside."

The young man nodded and followed him inside.

They seemed to be walking in a long, dark corridor. With every step they took, a ball of faint green fire would appear on the walls on both sides, but it could not illuminate the darkness.

As we walked, we could hear the sound of water and chains sliding from time to time, and overlapping whispers that came and went in our ears.

The voices were so soft and dense that it was hard to hear them. A chill ran up my spine like ants crawling. The voices seemed to be asking one question:

——Do you have a clear conscience?

All the demon-suppressing envoys were sweating profusely and felt extremely pressured. No matter how strong their minds were, they found this "question of conscience" extremely difficult to endure.

The ghost messenger leading the way glanced at the embarrassed demon-suppressing envoys, and a hint of amusement flashed across his eyes. After all, these were mortals who had just started the path of cultivation and had not yet broken through the acquired to the innate. This journey to the underworld to self-examination was not easy for these people.

Just as the Yinchai was about to look away, his peripheral vision involuntarily caught the young man's glance.

The look was indifferent, but it made Yinchai feel like he was falling into an ice cellar, and he lowered his head in panic.

Seeing this, another ghost messenger curled his lips in disdain, slowed down his pace, and walked with the young man, nodded and lowered his eyebrows, saying: "Thank you, Lord Yan, I have checked it out. The Demon Suppression Department has never taken human lives lightly, nor has it handled the case hastily. It's just that the cause of death of those deceased is indeed suspicious, so we asked Master Yu to bring people here in person."

The young man nodded and said "thank you".

The ghost hurriedly said he dared not.

The Yellow Spring Palace was in front of them. The two ghost messengers stepped aside and the young man led his men inside.

The Yinchai who just laughed at the joke of the Demon Suppression Envoy asked in a flattering voice: "Brother Li, who is this Master Yu? Is it worth you to be so polite to him?"

The old shaman glanced at him and asked, "New here?"

"When I was alive, I was a casual cultivator from the Ten Continents and Three Islands. I accumulated enough merits and was specially approved to join the company after my death."

The old ghost messenger uttered an "oh" and sneered, "Nowadays, even the living casual cultivators dare not look down on ordinary people at will. You are even more courageous after death than when you were alive."

The new ghost had an embarrassed look on his face.

The old Yincha snorted, "If you come to the Eleventh Palace to serve, you should be more careful. Our Lord Xie Yan can't tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes. Besides..."

"The ordinary mortals in your eyes may not be ordinary. Maybe you have a low level of cultivation and cannot tell their depth, or maybe they are just low-key. Let's not talk about anything else. Just say that His Majesty Shasha and His Majesty the Human Emperor have both experienced tribulations in the human world, and they have many relatives and friends in the human world..."

The more the new Yinchai listened, the weaker his legs became. Seeing this, the old Yinchai patted him on the shoulder.

"Listen to my advice, the Eleventh Palace is not suitable for you. You should go to the Dung Pit Hell and teach those shit ghosts to dig out shit. It may be a bit smelly, but it's safe..."

The new Yinchai let out an "ah" and made a bitter face. When he first started working, no one told him that his career prospect was to collect excrement.

Inside the Huangquan Palace.

The demon-suppressing envoys all looked down at their toes, not daring to raise their heads.

When they first came in, they only dared to glance upwards hastily, and saw that the ghost steps were shrouded in black fog. They were terrified at the sight, and did not dare to look at it carefully.

Although they didn't see it, they all knew that the legendary Lord Xie Yan was sitting there.

Speaking of the Lord of Hell from the Eleventh Palace, everyone's heart is filled with excitement.

Putting aside his relationship with the Human Emperor and the Ghost Emperor, let's talk about his origin. During his lifetime, he was the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple and settled countless unjust, false and wrong cases. Before he died, he was robbed by the various ghost emperors and the underworld kings. After his proper death, he traveled between the human world and the underworld to handle cases, and now he has become the master of a palace.

His life is full of legends!

The Demon Suppressors of today are no longer the original ones, but they are the ones who grew up listening to Xie Shusheng.

They were both nervous and excited. They didn't know what Xie Yanjun would say to their own master. Would he come out of the black fog and show his true face?

"I asked you to come here because, in addition to the strange causes of death of these people, there have also been some strange deaths outside the capital."

"All of these people's life spans were not over yet. Although their ways of death were different, they all had one thing in common."

Xie Shu's voice came from behind the black fog.

"I have some things to do in the palace and cannot leave. It just so happens that someone wants to see you. Please take a look at the Book of Life and Death first."

A book of life and death was thrown out from the black fog and fell directly into the young man's hands.

The black fog dissipated, revealing the empty throne of King Yama.

The young man's expression remained unchanged. He took the Book of Life and Death, walked calmly to a chair nearby, sat down and began to read it.

The demon-suppressing envoys then looked up and looked at each other with strange expressions.

This... Xie Yanjun is leaving now?

And he just threw the Book of Life and Death to the Chief? Is that so casual?

The demon-suppressing envoys looked at their own master with more awe. Who could tell them where the master came from? Was he an old acquaintance of Xie Yanjun?

But the Master doesn’t look very old. Xie Yanjun has been dead for decades... However, in today’s world, looking young does not necessarily represent one’s actual age.

Just as the demon-suppressing envoys were becoming increasingly curious, two figures appeared in the hall like mist.

When the young chief saw the person coming, his eyes lit up and he immediately stood up, a smile breaking out on his usually serious face.

He took a step forward and was about to pay his respects.

Among them, the man in black robe, with a feminine face and smiling eyes, appeared in front of the young man in a flash, stretched out his hand and pinched the young man's cheek.

"Tsk tsk, look at how thin your face is now. It doesn't feel comfortable at all when I pinch it."

The young man didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His beautiful phoenix eyes drooped into puppy eyes out of helplessness.

The demon-suppressing envoys were stunned when the two ghostly figures, one black and one white, appeared, especially the one in the black robe.

There are many ghost practitioners among the demon-suppressing envoys, and some of them have seen the golden body of the Night Wandering God. The black-robed male ghost pinching the Lord's cheek is clearly...

The young man sighed, "Master, can you please save some face for me in front of my subordinates?"

"Uncle Master, please take care of the Master."

Ye You sneered: "How dare your uncle-master control me? As a younger brother, shouldn't he follow the lead of his elder brother?"

Riyou glanced at him with a half-smile: "Yes, yes, he is my younger brother."

The demon-suppressing envoys dared not breathe, their heads were buzzing.

Their chief of the Night Wandering God is called Master?

Does Night Walker have any students?

A ghost cultivator and a demon-suppressing envoy were thinking in a daze that his elders seemed to have said that Lord Yeyou seemed to have accepted a student.

Moreover, the student had a prominent background. His biological mother was Duke of Ying, Mu Ying, and his stepfather was General Huo Yi. Although both of them had passed away, the people of Dayong all remembered their achievements.

What was the name of the Duke of England's son?

In his early years, his name seemed to be Wang Yulang, but later he changed his name to his mother's surname, Mu Yulang, with the courtesy name Shouyue.

The most important thing is... not only does Mu Yulang have awesome parents, his aunt and uncle are even more awesome...

He is the nephew of Ghost Emperor A Luosha Tian and Human Emperor Xiao Chenyan! !

What a coincidence, their chief’s name is Mu Yulang, also known as Shouyue!