Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

Bai Yun frowned and thought hard but could not find a way to escape the surveillance.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and he thought of Bai Zhaoyun.

With a thought, Bai Yun's spiritual power crossed the plane and connected with Bai Zhaoyun.

"Zhao Yun, where are you? What are you busy with now?"

"My Lord, I am currently in the Undead Plane with Amu and the others, searching for my mother's whereabouts!" Bai Zhaoyun's voice was tinged with excitement.

Bai Yun was shocked and filled with emotion.

Baiyun has the memories of three lives.

Whether it was the God Realm, the Earth, or Douluo, his mother had always been silently guarding him in the depths of his soul.

The guardian of three worlds.

Now, is it really possible to find my mother?

With so many emotions in his mind, Bai Yun quickly adjusted his thoughts and said:

"Zhao Yun, take Amu and the others to ambush near Ghost King City first, and help me kill one person."

"Get rid of one person? Who?" Bai Zhaoyun was a little confused.

"The person sent by the Ghost King to monitor me must be eliminated!" Bai Yun said in a firm tone.

Bai Zhaoyun hesitated for a moment, then agreed: "Okay, three days later, we will meet one hundred kilometers outside Ghost King City."

Three days later, the moon was dark and the wind was strong.

One hundred kilometers outside Ghost King City, Bai Zhaoyun led Amu and twelve others and quietly set up a powerful formation - the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.

That night, Bai Yun deliberately pretended to be sneaky, left Ghost King City, and walked towards a remote place outside the city.

Ying, who had been secretly monitoring Bai Yun, was secretly delighted when he saw this, thinking that Bai Yun had finally revealed his true colors.

He followed quietly, not daring to make the slightest sound, for fear of alerting the enemy.

After Bai Yun led Ying Yi to the designated location, he quickened his pace and plunged into the Twelve Capitals Formation that had been prepared long ago.

Ying Yi chased in without hesitation, but suddenly felt the space around him distorted and the scene in front of him changed abruptly.

He found himself in a strange environment, surrounded by cold winds, ghosts howling, and wolves howling, which was creepy.

"No! I fell into a trap!"

Ying Yi was horrified and wanted to escape, but found himself trapped in an array. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free from the array.

In the Twelve Capitals Formation, Amu and the other twelve people each performed their duties and controlled the operation of the formation.

The powerful force of the formation surged towards Yingyi like a tide, suppressing him tightly.

Ying Yi resisted desperately, but he was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. In the end, he was imprisoned by the power of the formation and could not move.

He looked around in horror, his eyes filled with despair.

Ying Yi struggled desperately, his bones creaking, as if he was about to be crushed by the power of the formation.

He roared, and the magic power in his body surged wildly, trying to break through the constraints of the formation.

Black mist rose from his body and transformed into a ferocious ghost face, which pounced on Amu and others with its fangs and claws.

However, as soon as these ghost faces came into contact with the light of the formation, they melted away like ice and snow and disappeared.

There were bloodshot eyes in Yingyi's eyes.

He felt that his vitality was rapidly fading away, and the soul power in his body was gradually drying up.

He knew that he was powerless to change the situation.

The shadow of despair enveloped him, making him feel suffocated.

"Give up resistance and I will spare your life."

Bai Yun's voice came from the depths of the formation, like a judgment from hell.

Yingyi's body trembled, and finally he lowered his head weakly.

He gave up resistance and allowed the power of the formation to imprison him.

The light of the formation gradually faded, revealing Ying Yi who was trapped inside.

He was pale, dying, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

Bai Yun slowly walked up to Ying Yi and looked down at him without any mercy in his eyes.

"What's your name?"

Bai Yun's voice was icy cold, as if it came from the Netherworld.

"Shadow One..."

Yingyi's voice was so faint that it was almost inaudible.

"From today on, you are no longer Yingyi."

Baiyun stretched out his hand and pressed it on Yingyi's forehead.

A powerful spiritual force surged into Yingyi's mind, forcibly engraving the master-servant contract in his consciousness and planting the slave mark deep in his soul.

Bai Yun smiled coldly: "From now on, you are my shadow, do you understand?"

Ying Yi's eyes were blank. After a moment, a glimmer of fear flashed across his eyes: "Understood... Master."

The slave mark has taken effect. Although Yingyi's mind has not been erased, it has been completely controlled and he has become Baiyun's puppet.

Bai Yun nodded with satisfaction: "Very good. Now, you continue to lurk beside the Ghost King and report his every move to me."

Ying Yi bowed his head respectfully: "Yes, Master."

Bai Yun waved his hand, freed Ying Yi from his restraints, and said calmly:

"Go ahead, and remember, don't reveal any flaws."

Ying Yi turned and left like a zombie, disappearing into the night.

Amu walked to Baiyun and asked worriedly:

"Palace Master, is it too risky to keep Ying Yi?"

Bai Yun shook his head: "No, I still have a use for him. The Ghost King sent someone to monitor me, and now this person has become a chess piece I planted next to the Ghost King.

I will be the first to know what the Ghost King is planning. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle."

Amu suddenly realized and said admiringly: "Palace Master is wise."

Bai Yun looked up in the direction of Ghost King City, with a gleam of light in his eyes:

"Ghost King, do you think you can control everything? This game has just begun."

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his heart was full of confidence.

He believed that with Yingyi as his hidden chess piece, he would be able to gain the upper hand in this game with the Ghost King.

Bai Yun looked at the direction where Ying Yi disappeared, thinking about his next plan in his mind.

The Ghost King's strength is unfathomable, and it is not easy to defeat him completely.

He needs more intelligence and more careful deployment.

After thinking for a moment, Bai Yun turned to look at Zhao Yun and Amu behind him and said:

"Zhao Yun, continue to lead people to look for news about mother. Remember, be careful and cautious."

Zhao Yun nodded: "Okay, I know what to do!"

Bai Yun turned his gaze to Amu again, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "Amu, you stay and help me."

"Ah?" Amu was stunned for a moment, somewhat puzzled.

"Palace Master, what am I staying for?"

Bai Yun sighed, rubbed his brows, and said with a hint of helplessness:

"Now that I have no one to call my way, someone needs to help me with some chores."

Amu was speechless. He originally thought that Baiyun was going to give him some important task, but he didn't expect that he was just asking him to do some chores.

He looked at Baiyun with a resentful look on his face, secretly complaining in his heart: Palace Master, I am now the Pavilion Master of the Intelligence Pavilion of Baiyun Palace, and you have fallen to the point where you need me, the Pavilion Master, to do some chores for you?

Bai Yun seemed to see what Amu was thinking, and patted his shoulder with a smile:

"Don't think too much about it, it's just some temporary work. Once you find the right helper, you won't have to do this anymore."

Amu forced a smile, but his heart was still filled with helplessness.