I rely on solving the case to attack the king of hell

Zhao Xi raised his sword eyebrows, and said as a matter of course: "So what if it's me. This is Dali Temple, everyone can come, it's not the prince's mansion, only famous prostitutes and young men can come in and out."

It is true that what Zhao Xi said was a fact known to everyone in Biancheng, but Song Liuguang was still so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. After thinking about it, he didn't understand why Zhao Xi always had trouble with him?

Zhao Xi looked at Song Liuguang deflated, and was in a good mood, and said, "Why, the prince is going to sue His Majesty again?"

Song Liuguang was domineering and domineering on weekdays, relying on the support of the emperor's uncle, usually not ashamed, but rather proud, but I don't know why it feels quite wrong to say it from Zhao Xi's mouth now.So, bitterly said: "Who is going to sue the imperial court!"

Zhao Xi smiled, and looked at Song Liuguang inexplicably, with a look of playfulness and disdain.

Song Liuguang's gaze for help swept across his usual colleagues, who would have guessed that the people in Dali Temple had long since disliked Song Liuguang's usual style, and each of them suffocated their laughter, waiting to see King Jing's jokes.

Fortunately, Mr. Xie was kind, came out with a smile, and asked: "Master Zhao, what is the matter here?"

Seeing Xie Zaiyue's questioning, Zhao Xi immediately put away his joking expression, and said seriously: "Master Yan, Mr. Xie, someone went to the Ministry of Criminal Justice to report the case, saying that they met Mr. Mo in Xingzui Building yesterday..."

"Lord Mo? Mo Qiaoran?" Xie Zaiyue was stunned.

Zhao Xi didn't know that everyone in Dali Temple had already suspected Mo Qiaoran. He also explained: "Mo Qiaoran's character is well-known in the court. Everyone knows that he never has sex with prostitutes, never gets drunk, doesn't gamble, and doesn't take bribes. It's a clear stream, so this news... I also think it needs to be considered."

Song Liuguang was furious when he heard these words, and said with a sneer, "This king thinks Mr. Zhao is so wise, but he was deceived by Mo Qiaoran."

Zhao Xi frowned, and asked, "How do you say that?"

Seeing Zhao Xi's expression, Song Liuguang calmed down slowly, and said with a sneer, "It seems that everyone in the court is drunk and I am sober! He, Mo Qiaoran, is a hypocrite. You are really blind."

When Zhao Xi heard this, he became angry. Seeing the quarrel started again, Xie Zaiyue hurriedly stood between the two and asked, "Master Zhao, where is the person who made the report?"

Zhao Xi had always had a good impression of Xie Zaiyue, seeing him come to smooth things over, he only gave Song Liuguang a look, and then said stiffly, "I haven't seen anyone."

"What do you mean?" Xie Zaiyue was taken aback.

Zhao Xi took out an envelope from his sleeve, handed it to Xie Zaiyue, and said, "Today someone tied this envelope to the handle of a knife and nailed it to the gate of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. That man is very skilled in martial arts, and he came and went in such a hurry that the porter didn't see him clearly." How about your stature?"

Xie Zaiyue immediately opened the envelope and took out the letter.

It is said to be a letter, but it is actually eight small pieces of paper, cut from some book, with different fonts and sizes, and each piece of paper has a word written on it, which reads "Last night Mo Qiaoran woke up in the drunken building" " or "Mo Qiaoran woke up drunk in the building last night".

It doesn't matter what order it is, as it names who, when and where.

Song Liuguang turned his head to look at it, and he was even more certain that Mo Qiaoran was the murderer of Chu Luo's death.

Zhao Xi didn't know martial arts, looked at the direction where Song Liuguang disappeared, and showed a rare smile of admiration for King Jing.

He came here to deliver a letter, and now that the letter has been delivered, he hurried back to work in the Ministry of Punishment without taking a sip of tea.

Several people in Dali Temple saw that the employees of the Ministry of Criminal Justice were dedicated to their work, so they immediately cheered up, tried hard to think about the case, and strived to make progress this month.

If Duan Qiankun appeared at this time, seeing the frowning subordinates in front of the mortuary, he would probably cry and thank the king of hell for his blessing, which made him wait for such a day of hard work for the staff.

After a short silence in the courtyard, Old Liu suddenly said, "Master Xie, where is your cat?"

Xie Zaiyue also frowned: "Yes, this fat cat has disappeared for a long time, and I don't know where to steal fish to eat."

Yan Han raised his head and wrote casually: "Wangwang...maybe I won't come back again."

Xie Zaiyue was shocked, and looked at Yan Han in bewilderment.

Yan Han stood under the scorching winter sun, the golden light shone on his hair and shoulders, which actually removed a lot of coldness and added a lot of domineering aura.

When Liu Yu and the others saw it, they swallowed unanimously and became frightened for no reason.

At this time, it is also daylight in the underworld, and it is the time when hundreds of flowers are swaying, exotic flowers and grasses are competing to bloom, and the light fragrance of flowers permeates every corner, except for the extremely cold place that is now empty and discolored.

The extremely cold place is the forbidden place of the underworld. No one can survive in that kind of icy cold. For thousands of years, except for the king of Hades, few people patronize it.

But today, an unexpected visitor came to the extremely cold place.

The visitor is tall and slender, walking in the extremely cold place with wind and snow, leisurely and leisurely, as if the surrounding is not the severe winter that turns into ice, but the garden full of spring, It is a suburb with gurgling streams.

It's just that those different pupils are evil and weird, and people can see that his trip is not to enjoy the spring, but to make someone's soul fly away, and he will never be reborn forever.

Heng Bo, who was bound by iron chains, seemed to hear something, smiled at the distant void, and said briskly: "You are here."

As soon as the words fell, a figure suddenly appeared in the sandstorm-like snowstorm, the atmosphere was overwhelming, but it was so slow, as if teasing the prey, trampling and tearing the opponent's fear and patience.

Hengbo's red dress was still gorgeous, but his plumpness was gone, and his complexion was as pale as snowflakes.At this time, is she not a snowflake blowing in the wind?Even if it flies and rises for a while, it will still fall into the earth, return to the mighty ice and snow, and finally disappear.

"Why did you move him?" The visitor's tone was indifferent, but his subordinates vigorously pulled Hengbo's hair, forcing the other party to face him.

Because of the pain, Hengbo blushed again on his pale face, and he was vaguely the flirtatious beauty who was so dazzling in both worlds back then.

Facing such beauties, the visitor was as cold as before, and there was no trace of emotion in his cruel eyes.

Hengbo laughed, and the red robe followed suit in the white snow: "Why, how does it feel like this? Have you experienced my state of mind back then?"

The visitor didn't answer, but his eyes became darker. For a moment, he said lightly: "Your state of mind? I have already experienced it... Back then, you had already lied to me once. If I hadn't been seriously injured, how could I have let you linger on?" to today."

Hengbo's gaze was burning like a torch: "Oh? Why do I think it's the evil spirit master who wants to learn my technique of concealing one's breath."

The visitor smiled softly, let go of his hand suddenly, and said disapprovingly: "Anyway, you have to die."

Hengbo laughed wildly: "You were seriously injured by Yan Han, how much of your skill has recovered now? Do you still want to kill me?"

When Yan Han was mentioned, a fierce look flashed in the eyes of the visitor.

Hengbo looked at him with a smile, and said bewitchingly: "Evil Spirit Lord, you can really bear it. Guarding the third king of the lock, you didn't touch half of his finger. Look at our majesty, you have already locked the lock." Immortals eat and wipe clean. Oh, by the way, isn’t it hard for you to watch them flirt with each other every day? Haha, you have to hold back every day, so you’re not afraid of going crazy once in a while?”

"Enough!" The visitor yelled, "Hengbo, I want to kill you, firstly because you are a threat to Zaiyue, secondly...you know too much!"

Hengbo's winking eyes were like silk, and he stared at the visitor boldly and enthusiastically: "I know a lot, but about you... nothing was revealed, do you know why?"

The visitor squinted at her.

Hengbo's eyes sank, and he suddenly became hysterical: "Because the person I want to take revenge the most is you! It's you! If it wasn't for you, how could he be in hell with his body! I want to let you know what it's like to lose a loved one!"

Hearing this, the visitor's pupils shone brightly, and his alluring face was as cold and silent as snow. He stretched out his slender and white hands, squeezed Hengbo's neck vigorously, and said calmly, "It's a pity that you are the one who is going to die now."

Not to be outdone, Hengbo said, "Hahaha, it's a pity that he doesn't belong to you!"

The visitor looked at the crazy Hengbo and sighed, "I should have killed you long ago."

Tightening his hands inch by inch, Hengbo still looked at him with a smile, with no fear in his eyes other than joking: "Lian Fei, you've been tricked! Yan Han expected you to come, and he had ambushed thousands of horses and horses. Hahaha, I don't know Xie Zaiyue knows that the little junior brother Lian Fei he has been looking for is the evil spirit master full of evil, how disappointed he must be!"

Originally hearing that there was an ambush, Lian Fei had a hint of panic on his face, but now that he heard Hengbo's words, he became frantic and shouted violently: "Don't mention him! Don't!"

With wild thoughts, Lian Fei's evil spirit lord's cruelty was on display. He chanted a mantra to activate his mana, but after a while, Hengbo was speechless.

At this moment, people suddenly rose up from all sides, they were Hua Dian, Gui Chen, Lian Mei, and Si Gui.

Lian Fei has been fighting Yan Han fiercely, and his mana has not been recovered. Now seeing the four masters of the underworld approaching, it is known that he has fallen into a trap, but he was born reckless, and he did not run away. The way of guests is grand."

Although Huadian and the others are not very familiar with Hengbo, and the other party is a sinner in the underworld, they can see that their former colleagues are being held in the hands of their opponents like chickens, and they still feel pity. But the horizontal wave was thrown out, and then it shattered into the air like a scattered light and disappeared.

Looking at the void, Sigui murmured: "His mana...why has he recovered so much? If I remember correctly, he has only gathered four evil people now, and the formation obviously cannot be activated yet."

Hua Dian said solemnly: "He is more unfathomable than we imagined."

The two were still talking, while Lianmei and Guichen rushed to Hengbo's side.

Heng Bo was already on the verge of death, with air in but not out.

Seeing Lian Mei, she immediately pulled a trick, intending to heal Heng Bo's injuries.

Hengbo said, "Sister...it's useless...he's too scary..."

Lianmei couldn't bear to collect the souls of dying people in the world, but now seeing her colleague's breath was weak, she felt even more sad, her almond eyes were full of tears, and her round face was full of sadness.

Seeing this, Hengbo gave an encouraging smile: "Sister...she really has a compassionate heart."

Guichen sighed, sadly said: "Guardian, the late emperor... must be waiting for you."

Hengbo's eyes were empty, and he said blankly: "Does he... really have me in his heart?"

Guichen and Lianmei looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

Hengbo lay on her back in the white snow, her fiery red skirt and long black hair were curled up by the wind and frost, everything was as fresh as before, but everyone knew that she was about to die.

Hengbo's eyes dimmed, and his heart seemed to be trapped in a void. In the past 18 years, all the grievances, sorrows, and angers have also become light and powerless.Go to sleep, go to sleep, this life is too bitter and too long, she can't get what she wants, she can't get what she loves, she's eager for revenge, she even deceived Yan Han, and teamed up with Lian Fei, how did she face the late emperor.

As the Dharma protector appointed by the first emperor, it should be her duty to protect the underworld and guard the two realms.

By the way, hell, duties, it seems that there are some important things that have not been explained, but why is the consciousness getting more and more muddy, and why the body is getting lighter and lighter.

Just when it was about to return to chaos, Heng Bo spit out three words like a gossamer: "Breathing Concealment..."