After Marrying the Lord of the Underworld

The pot of flower wine was slightly cool in the mouth, but what ignited was a raging fire, which made Lu Yingjiu's brain swell from the fire.The slender fingers grasped the edge of the bed, and the knuckles were distinct when exerting force, crumpling the satin-like bed sheet, as if to vent overflowing excitement.

And he was soon deprived of even this power.

Jing Xian gently took his hand, kissed the palm, and kissed the fingers.

After that, these hands grabbed the edge of the pear blossom wooden table, still trembling.

His injury was just right, under Jing Xian's meticulous care, the scars from the butterfly bone to the lower back were almost invisible.

——He thought he was completely healed.

Until Jingxian stretched out his hand, he slid his fingers across like a dragonfly, then lowered his head and kissed him delicately.

The newborn skin was tender and fragile, and the electric current was rushing wildly. He curled up his fingers and heard himself being forced to groan.

After the heavy pear wood table moved forward a few centimeters, they rolled together on the thick carpet again.

Predictably, the carpet was also messed up.

Finally they entered the warm bath.

Beside the pool is a luxuriant tree of flowers, and the pink petals fall on the water surface, causing ripples.

Incense was burning on the shore, and Lu Ying was drowsy with wine, washed clean inside and out by Jing Xian, and then dried well.

Back in bed it was past noon.

Lu Yingjiu was lying on a pile of soft bedding, almost falling asleep.His waist was sore and soft, and his spine seemed to be melting away. He thought in a daze that this was really daytime prostitution.

Jing Xian's hair seemed to sweep across his smooth back, a few strands were cold.

Then Jing Xian approached his ear and asked, "Do you want to eat something?"

"...No, I'm not hungry." Lu Yingjiu replied vaguely, "I've eaten enough."

The "eat" he said obviously has another meaning, Jing Xian was taken aback for a moment, then hugged him again, and rubbed his shoulder affectionately.

The two of them lay like this until the evening, before Lu Yingjiu managed to regain his energy.

Jing Xian cooked the food himself, and the food smelled bursting with fragrance, and it was neatly arranged on the wooden table.

Mao Tuanzi squatted in a corner, and the wind sucked in a few big chicken legs.

In the morning, it was thrown in the outer hall by Jing Xian, so as not to disturb his good business with Lu Yingjiu.As a result, Mao Tuanzi had nothing to do, so he gnawed all the flowers and plants in the outer hall, making a mess and a mess all over the place.

Lu Yingjiu rubbed Mao Tuanzi's head, sat down at the table, and before he took a few bites, there was a lot of vegetables in the bowl.

Jing Xian continued to pick up vegetables for him, and said while picking up: "Eat more, eat more, add more nutrition, your body is really too weak."

Lu Yingjiu: "...?"

In fact, his half-human, half-ghost state is close to asking God, he can run, jump and fight, and his physical strength is many times better than ordinary people.

It's just that Jing Xian is really capable of tossing around.

A jealous ghost, a jealous ghost in love, a jealous ghost in love that has been held back for hundreds of years, one can imagine how strong the fighting power is.If it wasn't for Lu Yingjiu who was about to fall asleep at that time, maybe Jingxian would have to hug him for a round in the bathtub.

Lu Yingjiu took a deep breath and said, "I think it should be your problem."

Jing Xian:?

Jing Xian:? ? !

His face changed dramatically!

Lu Yingjiu was confused and dazed, Jing Xian grabbed his hand, and said quietly: "...Is it because I can't do it? Is it because I haven't performed well enough?"

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Jing Xian said again: "Obviously it was you who yelled in my ear several times 'Don't take it too deep, don't take it', that's why I..."

"Stop, stop!" Lu Yingjiu's blood rushed to his head, "Stop, stop!"

Jing Xian resentfully shut up.

Lu Yingjiu realized the discrepancy in her words, but it was too late.

For the whole dinner that followed, he was trying to persuade Jing Xian not to continue at night, and he had to go on the road tomorrow.

It was hard for Jingxian to hold back.

On the second day, they continued to ride to the next level of the ghost world.

The speed of time in the ghost world is different from that in the human world. Even if several months pass, the human world is only four or five days old.They were not in a hurry, but since Lu Yingjiu recovered from his injury, they were traveling faster.

While resting along the road, Lu Yingjiu continued to study the formation.

The pen sketches on the paper, constantly calculates and speculates, and the principle is unraveled by him like a cocoon.

Six or seven days passed, and the surrounding scenery was full of bones, blade-like mountains and endless mass graves.

The ghost world is very large. Although it has a corresponding relationship with Yangjian's geographical location, it is different after all.

For example, in a city in Yangjian, the area corresponding to the location of the ghost world is at least three times or five times larger, and the most exaggerated is even hundreds of times.

No matter how strong the priests are, or how hard the little devils work, it will take a lot of time.

In the past few days, apart from Zhang Haokong, the ghosts only found another activation point for the formation.Right now, Lu Yingjiu and Jingxian are going there.

Two horses stepped over the bones, crushing several bones.

The surroundings were cold, and both of them wore large cloaks made of ghost fox fur. The clothes fluttered, and when they were raised, the gorgeous dark patterns flowed with brilliance.

Lu Yingjiu believed in the reins, a circle of black fox fur made his face fair, and the soft light in his eyes was pleasing to the eye, like a landscape in the barren scenery.

He asked Jing Xian: "So, do you know how big the ghost world really is?"

"I don't know." Jing Xian said, "The size of the ghost world is not fixed. Do you know where the boundary of the universe is?"

Lu Yingjiu was taken aback for a moment, she didn't know how to get into the topic of science.He still replied: "The universe has no boundary, it is expanding infinitely."

"The ghost world is also true." Jing Xian said, "It is expanding forever. When the universe expands, matter will gradually become thinner, and no one knows what it will eventually become. But the 'matter' of the ghost world is Yin Qi , Yin Qi is endless, and the overall will not become thinner, so the expansion of the ghost world will never stop."

Lu Yingjiu was really surprised this time.

He never dreamed that one day he would discuss the expansion of the universe with the ghost king.

But after thinking about it, the infrastructure madman Jingxian is undoubtedly a miracle in the ghost world, and it is not surprising that he did anything.

As soon as he thought about it, he saw several tall buildings in the distance.

...it looks familiar.

Jing Xian explained: "This is a wind turbine I built. It is haunted by ghosts, and it is always windy at night. I thought it would be a pity that it would be bad."

Lu Yingjiu: "...All right."

Sure enough, respect is still respect.

Just go all the way.

At night, an orange-red bonfire was lit in the wind, and ghost crows hoarsely yelled in the trees.In the morning, facing the rose-purple sky, they set off on horseback until dusk.

Two days later, they left the mass grave.

There is a plain in front of me, and the gray is still invisible.With a casual digging of the horse's hooves, you can see the corpses underneath.Even though it was so far away, Lu Yingjiu could still see a black beam of light pointing directly at the sky.Countless ghosts flew up and down in the dim light, like a storm, quite spectacular.

Strong talisman paper fluctuations linger.

This is definitely one of the formations.

When they approached, the ghosts stopped flying, and they all fell to the ground respectfully and bowed their heads to greet them.

When Lu Yingjiu came in front of the beam of light, he wrapped his hands around the talisman paper and tentatively touched the light——

"Snapped!"

was bounced back vigorously.

He whispered: "This formation is still in operation, and its power will only increase rather than decrease."

Jing Xian raised his hand, and dozens of little ghosts were commanded to circle up.

The black light points directly at the sky, if it can pass through, it can reach the world.

However, the ghosts just rushed up, as if they had hit an invisible barrier, and fell stiffly to the ground.

Jing Xian said: "And it seems to be one-way, only from the world to the ghost world."

"En." Lu Yingjiu nodded, "It must be one-way, otherwise the ghosts from the ghost world went to the Yang world in reverse, wouldn't it be a mess?"

Jing Xian added: "This corresponds to Yangjian, the university town of Shangyang City."

Lu Yingjiu heard the words and took out a map.

There is already a place circled by a red pen on the map: [Kangli Bridge]

Now he writes, finds Shangyang City and circles the university city.In this way, the formations in the northwest and southwest positions are determined.When he returns to Yangjian, he can go straight to these two places.

He and Jing Xian stayed next to the black light for a few more days.

He drew various talisman papers, threw them into the black light in turn, and observed different reactions.

Some talisman paper brushes are pulled, and they spontaneously burn into ashes.

Some talisman papers were directly submerged in the light, and there was no sound.

Some talisman papers froze into ice flakes, and with a crisp "crack!", they shattered into residues.

Lu Yingjiu could sit by the side all day long, drawing new talisman papers and writing dense notes.

Jing Xian couldn't understand these things, but insisted on sitting next to Lu Yingjiu every time.

It is said that the handwriting is like a person, and Lu Yingjiu's handwriting is very beautiful, with strong and delicate strokes.Jing Xian saw the earnest and focused expression on his face, saw his slender hand holding the ink pen, saw the words carefully outlined by the pen and ink, and felt that every stroke seemed to be drawn on his heart.

When Lu Ying gets tired from drinking, she will tilt her head and kiss the corner of Jing Xian's mouth.

Then, the two started talking head to head again.

The other ghosts didn't dare to look more, for fear of offending Jing Xian.

Even though they were hiding away, one of the little goat ghosts took out a portrait of a stickman and asked doubtfully, "Is this the white moonlight that Wang Xin has been thinking about?"

The little bull ghost replied: "It must be, otherwise who else could it be?"

The little goat ghost held up the matchman and looked at the light, still full of doubts: "He, does his appearance have anything to do with the match? I thought the one Wang liked was really a matchman, and I was thinking, now A match can turn into a ghost with resentment."

The little bull ghost was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly took a deep breath: "Could it be that the king has changed his mind?"

"...Damn it!" The little sheep ghost opened his eyes wide, "We won't be beheaded if we know the secret!"

The two ghosts looked at each other, both of them felt that they had broken the secret, so they hurriedly acted like ghosts with their tails between their legs, not daring to say a word.

After Lu Yingjiu stayed for seven or eight days, he finally finished his research.

At this time, the ghosts sent by Jing Xian found a new location.

They set off immediately, riding horses or rafting all the way, and arrived at the mountain forest in a misty misty rain.In the middle of the forest, there is still a black light soaring into the sky.

Jingxian said: "This corresponds to the location of Yangjian, which is Yunshan Port."

Lu Yingjiu made a mark on the map again, and then stayed to study it.

For the next month or two, they repeated the exact same process.

Find the formation, hurry over there, and go to the next one after researching it.

Lu Yingjiu listed the location:

【Kangli Bridge

Shangyang University Town

Yunshan Port

East Side Bar

Yueshan Sanatorium

Shuangfeng Second People's Hospital]

There are two place names that look familiar——

Dongcheng Bar is the place where the murder case of the Chen family took place, and Chen Minlan died there.

And Yueshan Sanatorium is the place where Zhang Nianyun committed suicide.

Before Chen Minlan died, she sent a message to Lu Yingjiu on her mobile phone: [Lu Yingjiu, your time has come]

And Zhang Nianyun's password box was full of photos of Lu Yingjiu when he was a child.

Both of these two people have an important connection with Lu Yingjiu, and now, they are also related to this formation, so it cannot be a coincidence.

On the map, they roughly form a circle, covering all of the southeast, northwest, and almost enclosing most of the country.

Lu Yingjiu was thoughtful.

The ghost world is too big, and the last location has not been found yet.

Jing Xian said: "Idle is idle, how about going to the eighteenth floor to see my palace?"

"I've seen so many palaces of yours," Lu Yingjiu said, "There are more than a dozen palaces, seven or eight resorts of various sizes, and various viewing cabins."

"That's different." Jing Xian said, "The eighteenth floor is my main hall, and I was born in the abyss there."

Then you have to go.

Lu Yingjiu followed him as soon as she heard it, and said: "I have a feeling of accompanying my concubine back to my mother's house."

Concubine Xian: "Hmm." Her tone was pleasant.

The eighteenth floor of the ghost world is the most dangerous place.If it weren't for big demons, big ghosts, and famous priests, no one would dare to approach.

Its entrance is among the large Bana flowers.

Lu Yingjiu reined in his horse in front of the sea of ​​flowers, looking around, it was blood red, and the petals like dragon claws swayed in the wind.

Obviously, the branches and leaves are extremely soft, and they will fall when the wind blows, which gives people a sense of loneliness.

Jing Xian said that it was not convenient to ride a horse here, so he dismounted and walked forward while holding the rein.

Lu Yingjiu followed closely behind him.

The flowers are too lush and dense, rushing towards them with enthusiasm, and the road is not easy to walk.Behind them, Huahai left traces like water marks.

I don't know how long I walked, but the left and right were all blood red.

If you get lost in this place alone, maybe you will never be able to get out, right?

Lu Yingjiu led the horse, looked at Jing Xian's tall and straight back, and suddenly said: "Jing Xian..."

"Huh?" Jing Xian turned around.

Lu Yingjiu was stunned for a moment, not knowing why she subconsciously called out.

He smiled: "It's okay, I just yelled casually." He walked half a step faster, standing side by side with Jing Xian, "Maybe it's because I'm almost happy to see the place where you were born."

Jing Xian also smiled, took his hand, and the two continued to walk deep into the sea of ​​flowers.

I don't know how long again.

A lonely wooden door stands among the flowers on the other side.

There are no houses, no buildings, just a wooden door.The door was clean, nothing but wood grain.

"It's here." Jing Xian said, turning the handle lightly.

He held Lu Yingjiu with one hand, and pushed open the wooden door with the other.

Blazing white light and gusts of wind blow out from the crack in the door!

The strong Yin Qi surged, and wherever it passed, a human face appeared in the middle of the Bana Flower.It was densely packed, and everyone was laughing out loud!

For a moment, the entire sea of ​​flowers was filled with laughter and swaying human faces.

Lu Yingjiu frowned slightly.

And Jing Xian has already embraced him and walked into the door.

White light flooded the whole world, and he squinted his eyes, unable to see anything clearly.

When the screeching laughter faded away, the surrounding light gradually dimmed, and what appeared in front of my eyes was Biwa Zhuqiang.

The continuous green tiles and vermilion walls stretch as far as the eye can see.

I don't know how to make this color, but it shines brightly under the light, dreamy and gorgeous.A few strings of copper bells clang under the eaves, which is pleasant to the ear.

Lu Yingjiu slightly opened her eyes.

Looking far away, the tall palace stands in the middle, piercing straight into the clouds like a sharp knife.

Perhaps because it has spanned a long time, it does not belong to any architectural genre. The aesthetics of different dynasties in the world are cohesive at the same time, and there are many palaces, lofts and terraces.There is also the unique roughness of the ghost world, with hideous ghosts and gods standing on the roof and engraved on the door, as if they will break out with blood in the next second.

Words cannot describe its majesty.

When the sun is twilight, the layers of light and shadow are scattered, the bricks and tiles are transparent, and the gems are shining. It is a shining city of glass; It is a castle in the sky.

Perfect creation.

It only belongs to the most honorable king of the ghost world.

except for one thing...

Lu Yingjiu's eyes wandered, and on a gorgeous door, he saw a blank piece of paper.

On white paper is a happy stickman.

Next to the stick figure is an inscription respecting leisurely dragons and phoenixes: [I love the road and welcome wine]

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

He was dying without any hope: "You only posted stick figures on this door, right?"

"How is it possible?" Jing Xian said happily, "This entire palace is all about you!!"