The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

After hearing what Youming Jiuchong said, the group of people in black clothes began to mutter in their hearts: This is the place.

It was a deep night and all around was quiet. Netherworld Nine stared at the top of the mountain in front of him for a long time.

He said coldly: "On the top of the mountain, hidden in the dense forest, there is a group of attics."

"Yes!" Everyone was instantly shocked, and their spirits were even more shocked. It seemed that the group of people were indeed here.

Netherworld Jiuchong raised his hand slightly and opened his thin lips.

"Up the mountain."

"Yes!"

The night is as dark as insoluble black ink, the moonlight has long disappeared, it is night, it is dark.

A team was riding on horses and galloping along a mountain path, causing the bushes on both sides of the path to sway.

The sound of the wind whistled past their ears, and the crisp sound of horse hooves seemed clearer in the lonely night.

They were not holding torches, but some of them were holding an object that could illuminate the distance, and strands of goose yellow light burst out from their hands.

The leading man was tall, holding the reins tightly in his big hands. His blood-red cape with gold edges fluttered in the wind, adding a bit of evil charm to the lonely night.

Half an hour later, the team led by the man in red arrived at a fork in the road. Both forks led to the top of the mountain.

The man in red just glanced at it, then looked around. He did not choose either of the two paths, but after a brief thought, he gestured to the crowd.

Everyone tightened the reins to stop the horses, and the sound of horse hooves stopped abruptly.

The man in red jumped off his horse, took a few big leaps forward, and came to a small wooden house.

His movements were very strange, and he deliberately made a sound when he arrived in front of the wooden house.

The people in the house were shocked and ran out when they heard the noise.

The two warriors came to the door of the cabin and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that it was just one person. They thought it was someone special, but it turned out to be just one person.

Just as the two of them were beginning to underestimate their enemy, their hair stood on end the next moment.

The cold wind blew and a ghostly voice sounded. "Hey, why don't you come over and pay your respects to me."

The man in red in front of him suddenly spoke, and that voice was like the voice of an evil ghost echoing from hell, and everyone who heard it couldn't help but jump with fear.

"My Lord?" The two warriors frowned, as if recalling something, and then they were shocked. One warrior shouted, "Could it be that you are the ninth level of the Netherworld?"

"Puff!" Before the warrior who spoke could react, a big hole appeared in his chest, covered in blood, and his heart had been taken out.

His face was filled with horror the moment his heart was ripped out, and he died instantly at that moment.

"I hate it most when people call me by my name." This was the absolute tone of the superior, and no one was allowed to question it.

The blood lotus between Netherworld Nine's eyebrows moved slightly. Without saying a word, he swung his golden gloves and a blood-red block was thrown out.

The other warrior was terrified and had no time to think. Just as he was about to reach his hand into his sleeve, a gust of strong wind came towards his face in the blink of an eye, and he was thrown out.

"Bang!" As he hit the door of the wooden house and fell to the ground, an object fell out of his sleeve.

Netherworld Jiuchong curled his lips and sneered. His palm wind made the guard who was guarding the mountain suffer a lot. He didn't die but was disabled.

He smiled evilly and said, "No need to inform your master to welcome me. I will come forward to be your guest and meet you properly."

The warrior was furious. The Lord of Hell's words were so infuriating that they never received any strange visitors, not to mention that the person in front of them was obviously a demon. He would definitely cause trouble instead of being a "guest"!

Then, his eyes widened. Did the Lord of Hell know that they had a hideout on the top of the mountain? And he came here specifically to look for them!

He stretched out his hand to grab the fallen flare, but was hit by another palm wind from Nether Nine, forcing him to retreat again and again.

Netherworld Nine Coldly glanced at the person on the ground. Behind him, there was a sound of light horse hooves, followed by the sound of a group of people getting off their horses.

Wei Song took the lead in greeting: "Lord of the Underworld." The reason they didn't come over just now was because Lord of the Underworld instructed them to wait where they were.

"Yeah." Netherworld Jiuchong turned his head and saw the warrior staring at them with a frown, and the fear in his eyes became even more intense.

"We have no grudges against the Lord of Hell, why would he do this?"

"What a grudge!" Netherworld Nine sneered, "I have no grudge against you, but I just can't stand seeing you, a bunch of Nantai people, come to my territory."

"What? You!" The warrior was shocked. How did the person in front of him know that they were from Nantai!

"Puff!" The warrior was hit by a palm, and this time he vomited blood and died.

Netherworld Jiuchong had no intention of negotiating further with these minions; what he wanted to find was the person who was the leader of these minions.

Without stopping, he said to everyone, "Let's go."

This time they moved all the way to the top of the mountain without encountering any obstacles.

There were not many people at the previous checkpoint and the defense was not tight enough. This was because the enemy never thought that their hiding place would be discovered.

The enemy was self-righteous, thinking that they had been hiding here for so long that no one would notice their existence, so they only set up a checkpoint on the way up the mountain.

This is indeed the usual style of the people of Nantai. They don't know their own abilities clearly, so they overestimate their own capabilities.

A man in black clothes spoke up, "Lord Ming, why did this Nantai team set up a hideout on the top of the mountain? Most of the Nantai people we encountered in the past hid in low-lying areas."

While riding his horse, Youming Jiuchong said to everyone: "Firstly, this place is remote, surrounded by mostly barren mountains, and usually no one would come to this mountain in the mountain group."

"Secondly, they have designed a checkpoint. Even if someone really wants to go up the mountain, they will be dealt with by their guards."

After Youming Jiuchong finished speaking, he paused deliberately and looked up at the sky.

"Third, there are many tall trees on this mountain, and the trees are densely packed on the top. The attics are built right under the trees. People at the foot of the mountain, or even near the mountain, can hardly see any signs of people living on the mountain. And..."

"I estimate that they have done a thorough investigation before choosing the location. Both the environment and the climate here are suitable for them to hide."

Squinting his eyes slightly, his sharp gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the white fog in the sky in the distance, and he said in a cold voice - "The fog on the mountainside makes it even easier for them to hide their residence and personal whereabouts."

Unfortunately, he, who was at the ninth level of the Netherworld, was able to see through it with his keen eyes. No matter how well those people hid, it was useless...

The analysis he mentioned was exactly the reason why that group of people were able to hold their hideout and not be discovered by outsiders.

After Youming Jiuchong finished speaking, he tightened the reins and let out a cold "whoosh".

The horses' hooves were galloping all the way.

Early in the morning, the morning market in the capital was bustling with activity. People were busy as usual, going to the market, shopping, doing business, and so on.

This morning they were still discussing the latest topics in the capital, and the topics related to the royal family and the powerful were the most popular.

In the lobby of a restaurant, a large number of guests gathered to drink morning tea and listen to storytelling.

The storyteller on the high platform was tidying up his clothes and was not yet ready to start his story when a group of people below the platform began to mutter to themselves.

In a corner of the lobby, a young man in white sat in the corner, gently waving a fan in one hand and drinking tea from the teacup on the table with the other hand. He listened to the voices of the people around him with both ears, and the more he listened, the more the light in his beautiful phoenix eyes flowed.

Interesting…interesting…