Lord Tianshi, please take your seat

In a transparent bottle shaped like a gourd, an unformed soul flickers inside, like a firefly.

Lin Hexiang had already been buried. At this moment, Mo Tianchen was sitting cross-legged next to the only coffin in the tomb, sending spiritual energy with both hands to Xia Chuyu who was lying inside.

Conveying spiritual power is very exhausting. Mo Tianchen's face is covered with thin sweat at this moment, and he is still cursing: "I asked you to nourish it with soul power, but I didn't ask you to use your life to nourish it. Why do you work so hard?"

Saying so, he glanced at the magic gourd placed beside him: "Fortunately, there are many magic tools in the Lin family, otherwise I wouldn't be able to save you."

After saying this, Mo Tianchen increased the transmission of spiritual power in his hand. The transmission of spiritual power has been going on for a long time. Mo Tianchen was exhausted and gritted his teeth: "In the future, if you are half obedient, let Zhong Wanning give it to you." You are ready to cry."

With a whoop, a huge spiritual breath hit the coffin, and Xia Chuyu's body floated up.

Mo Tianchen withdrew his hand, only now was he able to breathe.Not daring to neglect at all, he picked up the gourd bottle and released the soul inside.

Raising his right hand, the magic circle on the stone wall was activated slowly.

The soul circled around Xia Chuyu's body, and suddenly slipped in between his eyebrows.And the magic circle on the stone wall also emits a faint green halo at this moment.

Mo Tianchen came to the stone wall, turned around, turned his back to the stone wall and faced Xia Chuyu, stretched out his right hand, silently acting as a conveyor.

The formation invaded Mo Tianchen's body, causing him to spurt out a mouthful of blood. He stabilized his figure, but Mo Tianchen still did not let go.

With a bang, like the sound of chime bells being struck, the formation on the stone wall stopped functioning, and Mo Tianchen couldn't help but half-knelt down.

The high strands of hair scattered to the front of the chest, from the end of the hair all the way up, turning into white hair.

The body returned to the coffin and did not move for a long time.

Mo Tianchen, who did not wait for a response, came to the coffin in disbelief. Looking at Xia Chuyu who was still silent inside, his eyes were full of disappointment: "How is it possible..."

Suddenly, the eyelashes of the lying person trembled slightly, and Mo Tianchen quickly caught this subtle change, grasping the coffin with both hands, not daring to breathe.

The faint light came into view, and Xia Chuyu felt dizzy. When she opened her eyes, she saw a man with white hair and couldn't see his face clearly: "Old man, this is..."

This sentence succeeded in making Mo Tianchen's face darken, and his tone was a little gritted: "Xia Chuyu, you'd better think clearly about what you're talking about."

The voice sounded familiar. Xia Chuyu sat up and saw the person in front of her clearly: "Mo Tianchen?"

He cast a disgusted look at Xia Chuyu who was full of surprise, and hummed coldly as an answer.

"How did you become like this?"

While talking, he wanted to touch Mo Tianchen's white hair.

Dodge sideways, back away.

At this moment, Xia Chuyu also found that she was lying in the coffin, and quickly wanted to float out, but her body seemed to be getting heavier, and she couldn't float up no matter what.

Still not knowing what was going on, Xia Chuyu used all her hands and feet to get out of the coffin.

Due to not moving for a long time, her body was sore, but Xia Chuyu couldn't believe the real feeling.

She looked at Mo Tianchen with questioning eyes.And the latter just wanted to show off and refused to speak.

Xia Chuyu put her hand on her heart in doubt, thump, thump, thump...

It was the long-lost heartbeat, and Xia Chuyu felt a little dazed, not knowing what expression to make at this moment.

Looking at Xia Chuyu who was stunned in place, Mo Tianchen stepped forward and raised his hand in front of Xia Chuyu's eyes: "Hey, are you scared?"

Crying and laughing, Xia Chuyu didn't know how to react, she couldn't believe it, but the heartbeat told her again and again that it was true.

Seeing that Xia Chuyu ignored him, Mo Tianchen curled his lips: "Stupid." This was the conclusion he came to.

Pulling Xia Chuyu past him, Mo Tianchen took a last look at the tomb he had built with his own hands, and a spiritual power hit him without nostalgia, and the tomb began to crumble in an instant.

Pulling Xia Chuyu out, the fresh air made Xia Chuyu unconsciously take a deep breath.

After finishing the work, Mo Tianchen was about to leave, but Xia Chuyu stopped him: "Where are you going?"

"From today onwards, I am the real..." He took out the mask with the blue face and fangs from his pocket: "...the judge of the ghost world."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

The back is as upright as before, but it seems to be more determined, and the silver hair is still tied up high. No one knows that under the terrible blue-faced fangs mask is a handsome face of a young man.

"Mo Tianchen..."

Xia Chuyu yelled at the back.

Mo Tianchen didn't turn his head, and waved with his back turned.The face is a greeting, the back is a farewell: "I am a desperado in the world, and I don't want to spend my time in a mediocre way."

The boy's voice disappeared into the forest along with his receding figure...