Quick Transmigration: Don't be the hero of the show

The non-celestial world is like a paradise.

If you look at it from the outside.

The prisoners who had been stripped of their bones came forward to greet Jiang Yiqiu with smiles. Generally speaking, they were surrounded by light pink balls of light.

Some of them were Jiang Yiqiu's old acquaintances, or his subordinates. When they saw him, they just smiled.

"Tianzi Yin, why were you sent here too? For your little lover?"

Jiang Yiqiu didn't answer, he didn't want to waste any time on these people.

After all, it was his own incarnation, Emperor Ziwei even specially sent an envoy to guide him, so that he could find Yan Mingxiu faster.

"My lord, don't look at how relaxed they are now, hehe, in fact, those balls of light are the last gas in their dantian."

"After a fixed time, this little bit of anger is enough to torture them to the point of death."

The envoy didn't know if it was because he was with Emperor Ziwei all the year round, and Jiang Yiqiu was particularly disgusted by his demeanor.

"My lord, I advise you to listen to His Majesty and be the King of Ghosts well. After the 3000-year term is over, His Majesty will naturally stop embarrassing you."

In the pavilion not far away, the wailing of the soul can be faintly heard. This kind of tragic situation is no different from the tortured prisoners in Fengdu Difu.

The envoy gave him a meaningful look: "After all, His Majesty does not want you to be sent to such a place."

There are more and more pavilions, and it looks like a town with no end in sight.

If he hadn't come here, Jiang Yiqiu wouldn't even know that such a huge number of immortals had been exiled to the non-heaven realm during these long years.

They have been walking for two full hours, but the number of these houses has not decreased at all.

Jiang Yiqiu remained silent, no matter how the envoy described various non-celestial rumors in his ears, or what kind of crimes a passing fairy committed.

These are not things he is interested in.

The messenger sang a one-man show for a long time, and finally he also started to feel bored, so he decided to talk about Yin Tianzi's little lover.

"From the moment you became the ghost king of Fengdu, we made a bet that when you will be exiled here."

"Really?" Jiang Yiqiu finally spoke the first sentence of the day.

"Unexpectedly, that person came here earlier than you. According to the rules, he should be in the hell in Fengdu, but we all know that he can only come here."

The envoy's tone couldn't help revealing a hint of interest: "Even a fairy will be tortured, and he doesn't even have a fairy book. What do you think he will become?"

Jiang Yiqiu will not be angry at such superficial provocations.

In the five days and five hours since Yan Mingxiu disappeared in 810, he never mentioned this name once.

Only in his dream, would he occasionally pronounce these three syllables due to raving.

He once thought that maybe he could survive until 3000 years later to step down as the damn ghost king, and when he did, he would meet Yan Mingxiu again.

He will desperately throw himself into the pool of reincarnation, looking for that person's figure in life after life.

Maybe it's the young boy I met at Liushaotou, maybe the lone knight I met on the rugged mountain road, or maybe the waiter I met in the shop.

But after knowing that Yan Mingxiu was exiled to the non-celestial world, Jiang Yiqiu fully understood their situation.

He may cease to be the ghost king one day, but Yan Mingxiu will stay here forever and suffer eternal torture.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yiqiu suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The envoy followed his line of sight and saw that it was just an extremely ordinary one among the countless pavilions in the non-heaven world, and there was nothing special about it.

"He's not here." The messenger didn't feel any aura from Yan Mingxiu.

"Really?" This was the second sentence Jiang Yiqiu said today.

He ignored the messenger at all, pushed the door open and walked in.

There is a tree in the yard, and a man is sitting under the tree.

The man looked at Jiang Yiqiu and the envoy who barged in in surprise, and put down the pen in his hand: "Yiqiu?"

"It's me." Jiang Yiqiu thought he would cry, but he didn't.

"What are you doing here?" Yan Mingxiu asked.

He heard his own voice hoarse and dull: "Come and take you away."

"My lord?" The envoy rarely showed a flustered expression, he never thought that Jiang Yiqiu would be so disrespectful and dare to take people out from the non-heaven realm.

"Jiang Yiqiu, you can't do this!" The envoy became anxious, and directly called out the name of Emperor Yin.

Jiang Yiqiu ignored him, and took Yan Mingxiu's hand directly: "Follow me."

"Only by you? Do you want to leave here too?" The messenger's face suddenly became ferocious, and gradually revealed a face that was exactly the same as that of Emperor Ziwei.

From the very beginning, Jiang Yiqiu knew it.The envoy who was kindly sent to lead the way was just one of the incarnations of the great emperor.

He stretched out his hand to draw the sword, but there was nothing on his waist!

The ancient bronze sword exclusive to Emperor Yin suddenly appeared in the hands of the envoy.

Just a moment's hesitation, the sword was already on the side of his neck.

This sword was bestowed by Emperor Ziwei, it can kill ghosts and kill gods.Jiang Yiqiu never thought that it would be used on him one day.

The ferocious look in the messenger's eyes gradually faded, and the face returned to a warm and gentle look.

He slowly moved the cold blade from the side of Jiang Yiqiu's neck to his chin, forcing him to look up: "Among my many incarnations, only you dare to disobey my orders again and again!"

Jiang Yiqiu looked at him coldly: "I would rather I never be your incarnation."

The envoy's eyes were full of deep-seated disgust: "Very well, since this is the result you want, then I will fulfill you."

He suddenly stretched out his hand and held it in the void, Jiang Yiqiu felt as if something had been sucked away from the depths of his bone marrow, his body trembled slightly, almost unable to stand still.

Yan Mingxiu, who was leaning in his arms, held his palm firmly: "Yiqiu, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Yiqiu's expression did not change, but there was a kind of heartfelt joy. He looked at the messenger in front of him and thanked him softly.

The envoy stared at him, his sharp eyes gradually softening: "This is the first time I've seen myself decayed and decayed, very good, for the sake of your willingness, I'll let you go."

When leaving the non-celestial world, almost all the souls imprisoned here shouted.

For thousands of years, Yan Mingxiu was the first human being imprisoned here, and also the first soul body able to leave the non-celestial world.

Returning to Fengdu, Jiang Yiqiu saw the continuous Yin soldiers before he had time to say a few words to the people around him.

The army was entrenched in front of the ghost city of Fengdu, and the mighty scale made Jiang Yiqiu's heart sink.

Indeed, Emperor Ziwei promised to let them leave the non-heaven realm, but did not promise more.