It's hell, my lord

"He didn't come in?" Zhu Xingchen asked belatedly: "I saw him following when we came in just now? Or the stairs he found? Didn't you hear him? By the way, he returned it to you It's signaled."

Zhu Yinfeng and Lin Shuci looked at each other, and both of them were sad "Why is my son such a fool": "Still stupid."

"We were looking for the fluorescent powder you sprinkled along the way, and we saw you kneeling on the floor trying to stab yourself in the heart with a knife." Zhu Yinfeng said without a straight face: "Your father was chasing you just now, while divination After looking at this game, I have found the eye of the formation.”

"Huh?" Zhu Xingchen put the dagger on, thinking that he was looking for it while doing calculations, so you two are looking for me with all your heart.But there's nothing to say, and he himself was so stupid that he almost fell for it.

Lin Shuci's saber danced in the air twice, and finally pointed at a dark place. Within two strokes, the sword energy broke through the darkness. The usual corridor appeared in front of him, and the usual elevator behind him.Lin Shuci held the saber in his hand and didn't put the scabbard on: "He let us in on purpose, the formation just now was a clear release of water. If he really wanted to trap us, he could sleep for ten days and half a month of."

Zhu Yinfeng slapped his arm lightly: "Which side are you on? Do you have to say such frustrating words at this time."

"Let's tell the truth, and let you be vigilant. Otherwise, what should someone do if they don't know that they have been fooled?" Lin Shuci's words alluded to Zhu Xingchen, Zhu Xingchen is not a fool, of course Can hear the joke in his words.

But Lin Shuci's remark was indeed a kind of concern, so Zhu Xingchen didn't refute it, but quietly chose to take the elevator with the two of them.On the way, Zhu Xingchen couldn't help asking Zhu Yinfeng: "Why do you take the elevator? In horror movies, accidents are easy to happen when you take the elevator."

Zhu Yinfeng raised his eyelids: "The most dangerous place is the safest place."

"What your father means is that he is tired from walking and doesn't want to climb the stairs now." Lin Shuci immediately exposed Zhu Yinfeng, but Zhu Yinfeng said indifferently: "This is also a conservative strategy, to preserve one's own strength, Only in this way can we better fight against the enemy.”

"...Yes." Zhu Xingchen waved his hands helplessly: "Your laziness is the most refreshing and unaffected."

Perhaps Zhu Yinfeng had guessed that the most dangerous place was the safest place; or maybe Qinglang didn't intend to stop them at all.The three of them went straight to the top floor without barriers.

What came into view were endless human heads, and a thick and long nail was pierced into the Tianling Cap, and then hung on it.Under the feet is completely transparent glass, which contains one after another puppets, and their bodies seem to have souls attached to them, and the expressions on their faces vary, but most of them are painful.

"Gentlemen, I'm very glad to be here with you again." Qing Lang sat on a pile of small bones made of skulls and smiled: "This is Qing Lang, the body of hell."

Before the three people here could speak, Qinglang said again; "Zhengchou's spiritual power is still a bit short, why don't you use all of you to sacrifice?"

If Zhu Xingchen read it correctly, the three mummy standing next to Qinglang were the third of the legendary four gods, the three incomparably powerful gods.Thinking of this, Zhu Xingchen suddenly became a little timid: "He envy him..."

"Don't worry, He Xian can live well after you die." Qing Lang said coldly.

"Then, are you the one who sent invitations to those children suffering from 'narcolepsy'?" Zhu Xingchen understood the moment he heard that he was the body of hell. "The lyrics are performed to the extreme.

"It's me." Qing Lang chuckled a few times: "It was me who prompted you to find He Xian; it was me who kept leaving clues behind your back; investigator Su Lu, that fool Bi Fei, your class Gu Lang, my student, is all me."

Qing Lang stood up from the pile of grains: "Otherwise, you think you idiots, how could you find me?"

Zhu Yinfeng pulled the hairband to make sure it was tight, and then said: "You want to catch us as sacrifices, it's so easy, why do you have to spend so much effort to let my son find out the truth step by step?"

Before Qinglang could answer, Zhu Yinfeng added by himself: "Because you miss He Xian, you hope that he will follow Zhu Xingchen, understand your good intentions, and let him know everything you have done for him. You think you paid for him? Everything, but in fact you are also selfish."

Qing Lang's expression finally changed, from ridicule to indifference: "Selfish?" When a person secretly does something for another person, he always has the hope of letting the other person know.He doesn't know if there are gods and ghosts, but he is always unconvinced as a monster.

"Then you think so." Just as Qinglang finished speaking, the glass on the ground suddenly broke, and countless puppets climbed to the ground, surrounding the three of them: "Let's enjoy this feast of resurrection."

He Xian didn't know why he fell asleep. He vaguely remembered that Qing Lang opened a music box, and the crisp tones in it entered his ears. His eyes suddenly went dark, and finally he fell into an unreal embrace.

Countless forbidden memories burst out like moths. He Xian remembered many things, including his own birth, the first ups and downs of his life—every little bit of being with Zhu Xingchen, remembering He kept himself out of Linxian Mountain, remembering that he brought back the monster that was also bred by the heart of hell...

Qing Lang, who was holding He Xian, kissed He Xian's frown lightly, but it was a pity that it still didn't relax at all.Qing Lang squinted his eyes, thinking of the past.

At first, Qing Lang didn't like to talk to people very much, but only to Ming, perhaps because of the smell of blood connection, he was quite close.But Qing Lang was quiet enough, the elders outside couldn't sit still, they came over one by one to persuade them, Qing Lang was blocked inside by Ming's magic, he couldn't quite hear what they were talking about.

I only vaguely remember that everyone seems to have deep hostility towards him, and every word is aggressive, wishing to see him disappear into ashes, but Ming is still unmoved, he is like a young father, and like a slightly older man How old brother, treat him sincerely.

Whether it's good or not, Qing Lang can't tell, but Ming is the first person who cares about him and protects him since he was born in this world.Tell him to read a thousand-character essay, force him to read, take him to play in the mortal world, and often change him into new clothes even if there are no seasons in the sky.At that time, Qing Lang was determined that no matter whether this person was sincere or not, he would protect him with everything he had.

Ming has no friends, and Qing Lang knew about it within a few days.He was the only one in his empty palace, and there were no mountains, rocks, vegetation that could become a spirit.Qing Lang didn't understand why, being an awe-inspiring god, he wasn't even allowed to have any feelings at all?Why is Ming so powerful, but can only be isolated and helpless in this empty palace, with his shadow attached to each other?

Qing Lang had never seen him smile at anyone, but when he handed him the scriptures he copied crookedly, he couldn't help but pat his head, saying that his writing was very similar to a person's.

Qing Lang never knew who this person was. Since he was able to make Ming happy at that time, he studied hard how to make the handwriting as ugly as the first time, so until now he is still using the handwriting of earthworms crawling.

The number of immortals who came to Ming did not decrease, and Qing Lang found that these people were not very friendly to Ming, maybe it was just because of his strength that they did not dare to turn their backs.This strange balance was broken one day many years later, when Qinglang knew that Ming was said to be enshrined in this palace, but in fact he was put under house arrest, and this house arrest was approved by himself. .

So every time he went down to earth with him, it was just a wisp of spirit forcefully drawn out by Ming.So every time Ming's spirit stood under Linxian Mountain and stared eagerly at the not very strong barrier, but it just couldn't get in.So why gave him a heart, but the gods forced him not to love, not to think, not to be emotional?

Qinglang's annoyance finally broke out when Ming came back with scars for the third time.Why use the common people in the world to prevaricate you?Born to be a god, do you have to be restricted by others everywhere, and you have to sacrifice yourself for others and save the common people in this world with one person's strength?

He was born under the Nine Springs, so he didn't understand the truth in this book that "the sea is tolerant to all rivers, and tolerance is great". He only knew that Ming should not be wronged. One day he would surpass these gods so that others would not be wrong He and Ming are deliberate.