There are people in the labor prefecture

056. Surely it will spoil your stomach, right?

Yan Xigu was slightly stunned when he heard this. He thought it was something, but it turned out to be this, "Forget it!" After thinking about it, Yan Xigu explained with Hei Wuchang's strange eyes: "Didn't it explode later? They ran away gone."

After hearing Yan Xigu's words, Hei Wuchang nodded, as he accepted Yan Xigu's words.

"I have something I want you to help with." Yan Xi Gu said.

"What?" Heiwuchang asked.

"The guy who just came - Yan Xiqi, my brother, help me keep an eye on him." Yan Xi Gu said.

After Yan Xigu finished speaking, Hei Wuchang had already opened his mouth excitedly, and he shouted loudly, "Staring at him? Why are you staring at him?"

"He used to give me a lot of death qi beads before, with a large amount, but I have already eaten the death qi around here. Don't you think it's strange that he can get death qi beads in such a large amount? ?" Yan Xi asked.Hei Wuchang was still thinking, Yan Xigu simply put the words aside and said, "If I'm not wrong, he probably has contacts with someone in the underworld. If I guess wrong, it's probably the same."

Hei Wuchang's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he grabbed Yan Xigu's arm with some excitement, "What you said is true?"

"You caught my wound." Yan Xigu frowned and broke Hei Wuchang's claws protruding from the spherical body, until he saw the appearance of an arm on the black lump, and said with emotion: " Although I don't have any brotherhood with Yan Xixi, he is my brother after all, and he has helped me with many things before. This time, it was because of me that he ventured into Mount Wudao."

Hei Wuchang was also quite surprised by this matter. He was also very surprised after knowing that Yan Xiqi actually went to Wudao Mountain to die. Although he didn't like Yan Xiqi very much, Hei Wuchang didn't hate him as much as before.

Yan Xigu didn't want to say anything on this issue, so he said, "Just follow him to have a look."

"I see." Hei Wuchang was entrusted with a heavy responsibility and looked at Yan Xigu seriously.

After agreeing to Yan Xigu, Hei Wuchang disappeared in front of Yan Xigu, and the room became quiet.

After Hei Wuchang left, Yan Xigu lay on the bed, he let go of the dead breath from his abdominal wound, and carefully inspected the wound.The stench that he smelled vaguely in the morning was not an illusion. The smell was genuine, and it came from his wound.

That smell could not be formed in a day or two, it had accumulated since a long time ago, the body was rotting from inside him.So once the abdominal wound is opened, the stench will come out.

The cover of dead air was removed, the wound was opened, and the room was immediately filled with the stench of dead rats.

The wound was opened with a cup, and the blood began to seep out, and it didn't take long to completely stain his clothes and the clean white cloth that bandaged the wound.

Yan Xi got up, took a shower again, and then bandaged the wound.This time he didn't even think about applying medicine to the wound.The body was already rotting, and no matter how much he tried to cover it up, it wouldn't change.

A broken heart can't be changed no matter how you save it.

Cleaning up his body, Yan Xigu felt a little clearer in his mind. He lost control in front of Guihu and the others. Although it seemed that he was tempted by the sickle and the dead energy, it was probably because his body had been corroded by the dead energy. It has been unable to support his soul.

That's why it got out of control, let the appetite deep in his heart control it.The only thing that made him feel ironic was that he didn't expect that even with his current body, the desire for food in the depths of his soul still didn't dissipate in the slightest, but intensified. Drooled countless times.

This is not a joke, but I really want to eat Heiwuchang from the bottom of my heart!But if you eat like this, you must eat bad stomach, right?He is now rotten from the stomach.

After tidying himself up, Yan Xigu lay on the bed again as if nothing had happened.

Outside the house, Hei Wuchang didn't speak, just squatted silently by the window outside the house and watched Yan Xigu wash and walk around in the house.

He didn't leave until Yan Xigu lay down on the bed to rest.

He had already noticed that things were not as simple as they appeared on the surface, but he didn't expect it to be so complicated.

As early as when Yan Xigu was in hell, he had already noticed that something was wrong, something was wrong with himself, something was wrong with the little Taoist priest, and something was wrong with Yan Xigu, but at that time he only cared about the abnormal connection between himself and the little Taoist priest , while ignoring Yan Xigu's abnormality.

At that time, Yan Xigu didn't have too many scenes, but Yan Wangye's attitude towards him made him a little concerned.

And at that time, all his thoughts were on the little Taoist priest.

He first met the little Taoist priest under the guidance of Yan Xigu. At first he didn't care about the little Taoist priest. After all, he has seen a lot of human beings for hundreds of years.

I really noticed that the little Taoist priest was under the Naihe Bridge in the underworld. At that time, because the little Taoist priest was on the verge of death, his body was full of dead energy and had a special temperament. The little Taoist priest who was about to become a ghost could feel his emotions and guessed all his thoughts...

Having taken over thousands of ghosts, Hei Wuchang had never encountered such a situation before, and he also knew that this situation was absolutely unusual.

It's just a pity that he didn't have much time to think about this, because the scythe quickly took over his thoughts.

Hei Wuchang couldn't remember what happened after his mind became blurred. He was dizzy and had a splitting headache. At that time, he even forgot how Yan Xigu left.

The only thing that left a deep impression on him was the fragmented memory that passed from the scythe to his mind at that time.

In memory, Hei Wuchang saw the little Taoist priest.

Although he hadn't seen the little Taoist priest's face, he knew that the person in that memory was a little Taoist priest!

It was also from then on that he confirmed that there was indeed some abnormal connection between the little Taoist priest and him.

He didn't tell anyone else about this, not even Xiaobai, he just recalled the memories transmitted from the scythe over and over again.

Those memories were fragmentary. In his memory, he first saw a big hall, and then saw Yan Xigu sitting in the hall.

Hei Wuchang, who has been a ghost soldier for hundreds of years, recognized the main hall Hei Wuchang at a glance. The main hall is the palace of the king of hell.

He was standing in the hall, when suddenly a person walked in from outside the door, he didn't see the person's face, he only saw a figure from the back, that figure was undoubtedly the little Taoist priest.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, he had been following Yan Xigu from the perspective of a single person, watching Yan Xigu doing many daily things in the palace, reviewing the copywriting on the desk of the king of hell, and then eating Resting, talking and laughing, Yan Xigu would occasionally turn around and talk to the guy who seemed to be a little Taoist priest. Although he couldn't hear what he said, he still remembered the expression on Yan Xigu's face when he spoke to that person. smile.

After Yan Xigu said something, the other party also said something.

The memory was fragmented, and after the two of them finished talking, Yan Xigu and the man went out, and there were large tracts of Bianhua flowers on the road, as bright red as snow, everywhere.

After walking through a long corridor, they came to a very remote and quiet gazebo.

There is water around the gazebo, and on the other side of the water are large expanses of Bianhua flowers that are always blooming and have only flowers but no leaves.

After entering the gazebo, Yan Xigu skillfully found a place to sit in the gazebo, then lay on the railing of the gazebo and said these things.

Outside the gazebo, Yan Xigu's reflection was reflected on the water.

He couldn't hear what Yan Xigu was talking to that person, he could only see Yan Xigu's smiling profile on the water outside the pavilion.

The memory came to an abrupt end.

Hei Wuchang has been recalling this memory, although he is not conscious of anyone in the memory, but he is experiencing the whole memory as a memory.

Those are his memories...

Without his knowledge, it belonged to his memory.

It was stored by his demon weapon, and when his mind was eroded by the demon weapon, he read the memories in the demon weapon.

He tried to recall that memory again and again, tried to understand, tried to guess who Yan Xigu was talking to, and what he said to be so happy, but he still couldn't make up his mind, and tried again and again to bring As a result, his head began to throb and throb.

Later, Hei Wuchang learned to be smart, and stopped trying to remember, but started to think.

The first is Yan Xigu in memory.

Neither he nor Xiaobai had figured out who Yan Xigu was, and Lord Yan and the judge were also mysterious, so it was impossible to ask.But even so dark and impermanent, he clearly knew that Yan Xigu should not appear in the Palace of Yama and sit in the place of Lord Yama anyway.

About Yan Xigu's supernatural powers, about Yan Xigu's abnormality, about Yan Xigu's identity speculation, Hei Wuchang repeatedly refuted himself, but in the end he couldn't completely convince himself that Yan Xigu had nothing to do with the underworld!

Not only that, after guessing Yan Xigu's identity, he also went to check the information of the previous King Yan.

There is also very little information about the previous King of Hades. Hei Wuchang searched for a long time but failed to find anything related. It became management, and later, no one in the underworld knew that King Hades still had a predecessor...

After guessing Yan Xigu's identity, there were more and more things he couldn't figure out.

Why does he have memories of Yan Xigu?If he is related to Yan Xigu, then who is he?It was a bit of memory. In the memory, only Yan Xigu and another person existed, and there was no third person at all. If it was really his memory, wouldn't it mean that he was the other one who followed Yan Xigu? people around me?

But isn't that little Taoist Yun Chaofei?

There are really too many things that I can't figure out. The only thing that Hei Wuchang can be sure of is that the situation between him and the little Taoist priest is not as simple as it seems.

It's just that this is just speculation, but there is no conclusive evidence.

Now seeing the abnormality of Heiwuchang's body and smelling the looming stench in the air, Heiwuchang doesn't know what emotion to show.

After leaving silently, Hei Wuchang casually but blatantly followed Yan Xiqi, ready to see who he had contact with.

Yan Xiqi, who didn't know anything, hurried out the door. After returning home, he ignored his crying mother and went straight to the guest room.

Heiwu didn't see the situation, and immediately knew that something was coming.

He couldn't help but get serious.