After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

After a long time, Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu flew up from the bottom of the tiankeng, and also landed under the persimmon tree.

This time, Zhao Meng ignored Mr. Gu Fan's warning eyes and hugged Xie Bian.

"Brother, I'm not a coward, I'm not!" Zhao Meng cried while leaning on Xie Bian's shoulder. It was awkward for a man in his twenties to depend on a teenager.

But Zhao Meng is willing.

He has no family, and his neighbors say that the birthmark on his chest is unknown, and that he killed his parents.But this birthmark brought him back to Xie Bian.

Without Di Yuan's sacrifice, and if Xie Bi'an came one step later, the underground seal would have been broken ahead of schedule.

And at that time, the tiger has not yet woken up, and the water king is not in the underworld, and the casualties will be greater than the turmoil 20 years later.

He seems to be useless, but he seems to have done something big.

Xie Bian smiled and said, "You are not."

Lao Tao came out with a ladder from the house, and tremblingly climbed the tree to pick persimmons. The red fruits grew under the tiankeng in the ground, but they were as bright as a sincere heart.

This place is 25 years away from the present world, and about 20 years away from the war between gods and ghosts.

The evil realm is always the place where the evil master cares. Xie Bi'an must have been very concerned about Di Yuan's departure at that time, so he left the phantom of the daredevil in the evil realm before his death.

"Don't be afraid, just like this, you will remember bit by bit. Let's go up after a while, okay?" Fan Wujiu was still worried about Xie Bian, and after waiting for a while, he pulled Xie Bian away Zhao Meng pulled it into his arms to protect him.

The evil masters in the nearby Shali are all dead, but Xie Bian is not.

Xie Bian was just a kid who lost something.

Fan Wujiu thought this way, because he would not allow anyone to hurt the galaxy and the bright moon in his arms.

Lao Tao picked the last persimmon, turned his back from side to side and waved to him, saying goodbye to his old friend.

Returning to the wasteland again, the Ten Thousand Ghost Caves under the clouds and mist have become deserted and decadent 20 years later, and the circling ghost street carved out along the stone wall has become desolate.

The things that came out of that great turmoil swept across this rare peaceful place underground, and Lao Tao and his persimmon tree turned into smoke together and dissipated with the wind.

On that day, Zuo Zuo also stood above the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave like this, and took a quick look.

The Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave was restored to its original appearance, but the last puppet carved by the old Tao in the left and right hands remained intact.

The greedy ghost put on his big and small gold chains again, put the puppet away, and then reluctantly left from the wasteland.

They are going to the city to find other lost pasts of Xie Bian.

Xie Bian suddenly remembered something.

When he called Di Yuan out, he was at the door of the dilapidated house in his former residence.He asked Di Yuan where he was going, and Di Yuan answered the city lord's order to go to Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave.

But Di Yuan was originally a little ghost in the Ten Thousand Ghosts' Cave, and what he said was going, not going home.

Could it be that before the seal was broken for the first time, Xie Bi'an noticed something, called Di Yuan over to question, and then asked him to visit the formation?

Or... Xie Bian thought of the ink marks on the magic circle, which were left by the punishment pen. Could it be that he let Di Yuan tamper with there?

There were two kinds of guesses fighting in Xie Bian's mind. The hallucinations and memories he experienced with Lao Fan told him that he was protecting the formation, but all the signs in the facts showed that he was the one who did the evil.

On one side is the good guy Xie Bian, on the other side is the sinful Wuju.

Xie Bian thought of the diary of a good person he wrote in the black leather notebook, Fan Wujiu only expected him to be a good person, eat more meat and not picky eaters.

It seemed that no one expected him to do anything, and all the laws and standards set for human beings were reduced to the minimum for him.

It's like caring for a timed explosive that will explode at any time.

"An An."

Xie Bian was pulled out of his wild thoughts by Fan Wujiu's words, the old hooligan rubbed his earlobe and called him softly.

"I want to take you to meet a person, but he is dead and can't be seen in reality. I need you to think about it, can you?"

Xie Bian is the living evil master, and in this square inch ghost town, he is the master.

He loosened the drawstring on the sweater, tugged it blankly, and looked at Lao Fan.

Fan Wujiu reminded Xie Bian of the person who always came to bother Xie Bian when he was not in the city.

About that person, all Xie Bian could remember was that he came day after day, and he didn't even remember what he said.

"Don't be afraid, let's go back to the house, you may remember when you sit back to the original place." Fan Wujiu knew that he was worried in his heart, so he didn't urge him, but just took him by the hand and entered the dilapidated room.

The room was cramped and cramped, and a group of ghosts were restless and could only stand against the wall. Because they were the closest to Lao Fan, Master Wuchang took them out for surgery.

"Why don't I tie him up again and bring it to you, so that you can recall more memories, would you like it?" Fan Wujiu made a gesture to find a rope to tie it around, and the money-grubbing ghost quickly hid.

"My lord, I am an old man with old arms and legs. For the sake of earning so much money for everyone, please forgive me once."

Asked from left to right, with a gratifying look.Seeing that Xie Bian had a smile on his lips, Fan Wujiu stopped.

Xie Bi'an often sat on the short desk in the corner of the room for thousands of years.

Xie Bian sat here again, as if he could understand his state of mind back then.

He looks calm and has no desires or desires, but he seems to be waiting and looking forward to it.

Waiting for Fan Wujiu to come back with a series of little ghosts, looking forward to the blooming spring flowers in Fan Wujiu's hands.

Then she rejected him again with a cold face, watching his leaving back and losing her soul, it was another year.

Old Fan was afraid that Xie Bian would not remember and started to toss about indiscriminately, and was already gearing up to open the window again, when the desolate figure sitting in the corner suddenly started to murmur.

"The situation will change dramatically, and the lightning will be popular at that time. It's just suffering for yourself and others. That's all Gu said, let's leave first."

That person seems to be surnamed Gu, called Gu Changnian.

Footsteps came from far and near, and stopped outside the door.

After three short knocks on the door, the visiting figure slowly opened his mouth.

"Thank you sir, Gu Changnian has something to ask to see."

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Of the four ghost kings in the Underworld, Granny Meng is the youngest, Fan Xie is in the middle, and the judge is the oldest.

When Fan Wujiu was idle, he talked about the secrets of the underworld, including the mundane affairs of judge Gu Changchang.

Fan Wujiu said that Gutou had a childhood sweetheart, his first wife. As a result, the husband and wife died first and the other died, separated by reincarnation, and never had the chance to see each other again.

Gu Gu couldn't wait for his wife to reincarnate together, so he simply stayed in the underworld to be a judge.

The judge is in charge of Huangquanhai, and the impermanence is in charge of Wuwangcheng. They are clearly distinct, and there should be no intersection in the first place.

But after Shui Jun left, Gu Changnian came looking for him.

As soon as the official-looking old man in purple robe approached here, Xie Bi'an could smell the aura of fame and fortune on him, and was about to kick him out of the house almost immediately.

But the judge stood at the door and said something, which forced Xie Bi'an to let him out.

He said: "Master Xie, I also know the secret of the eighteen layers of hell under Wuwang City."

At the end of the tiankeng of the Ten Thousand Ghosts' Grotto, the filthy land under the seal of the Great Formation is adjacent to the eighteen levels of hell.

There are various punishments in hell, and the ghost king in charge is the judge.

Gu Changnian straightened his sleeves and said with a smile on his face, "Master Xie, do you want to know what he suffered during those 2000 years in hell?"

The one the judge said was Fan Wujiu.

Fan Wujiu was guilty of massacring the city. Before Xie Bi'an came, he had been punished for 2000 years in the [-]th floor of hell.

Fan Wujiu never mentioned it, and Xie Bi'an never asked about it. If the old man didn't take the initiative to mention it, Xie Bi'an might never know about it for the rest of his life.

Slowly lowering the hand that was stiff due to exertion, Xie Bi'an removed the seal on the door that no one could enter unless Fan Wu was rescued, and let the judge who was full of utilitarianism enter the door.

He calmly stood opposite Xie Bi'an, condescendingly staring down at the other ghost king who was comparable to him.

"Speak up when you have something to say, and leave when you're done talking, don't block the light." Xie Bi'an didn't look up, he was still flipping through the book full of evil spirits.

The disgusted old man didn't mind Xie Bian's attitude towards him, and put his palm on the lantern with a smile: "Master Xie, don't worry, it's time to get down to business."

After speaking, he took out a small iron gadget from his arms, gestured in front of Xie Bi'an and said, "This thing is called silencing, and it is almost as effective as the silencing spell you learned. Master Xie knows how to use this kind of thing to make people Shut up?"

Xie Bi'an looked up, it was just a black iron rod, but if he looked carefully, he could still see the tooth marks.

He seemed to suddenly understand the usage of this thing.

The evil spirits tortured in hell have to bite such iron utensils in their mouths to ensure that they will not wail and shout during the torture.

Cutting out flesh and gouging out hearts, plucking out tongues and breaking bones, all have to survive without making a sound.

This is how Fan Wujiu suffered in hell for 2000 years.

That year at Naihe Bridge, the blood-stained boy who walked under the Mimi tree, Xie Bian understood where the bare gums behind his bright smile came from.

"He has survived like this, so what is the cold? Don't you think so, Mr. Xie?" The judge suddenly bent down, and a face full of wrinkles and hypocrisy came close to Xie Bi'an.

Xie Bi'an frowned, and shrank back, avoiding the unpleasant utilitarian aura on Gu Tou's body: "Master Gu, if you have something to say, just speak up, and you don't have to go around with Xie."

Anyway, things have to go back to Fan Wujiu, Xie Bi'an wanted to know why he came.

Gu Changnian laughed out loud.

"It is often said in the world that to untie a bell, one must tie it. The same is true for expelling the cold. Why can't Mr. Xie understand?"

Fan Wujiu's lonely and cold body came from Xiaohe, and he needed Xiaohe as a guide to get rid of the cold air.

Gu Changnian finally revealed his intentions - he was planning to deal with the pile of things in the ground, so he came to discuss with Xie Bi'an, who was guarding the formation.

He took away the strange beast without anyone noticing, and Xiao He left it to Xie Bi'an to treat Fan Wujiu's lonely and stubborn illness.

The conditions proposed by Gu Changnian were attractive enough, and it seemed that they hit Xie Bi'an's heart full of desolation in one fell swoop.

But it has not been a day or two for Bai Wuchang to sit in Wuwang City, he was just a little stunned, put away the stunned expression he had just had for silencing, raised his head and looked at Gu Changnian carefully, and turned indifferent He said calmly: "Master Gu is joking, if Xie really wants to guard against himself, why should he plan with others?"

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I wrote in a hurry today, if there is a typo, welcome to catch the bug!