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In the end, Shen Yan couldn't resist Sheng Feng. If he had never considered Sheng Feng's thoughts in the past, his own way had always been synonymous with him, but now he suddenly discovered that Sheng Feng had a special aura, commanding and unforgiving. refused.

Sheng Feng was dressed in white, silently following black and white impermanence, stepping barefoot on the thicker and thicker white mist on the ground, and scattered gorgeous flowers bloomed in the mist, this road he walked thousands of times when he was still Shen Zhuyao, From infancy to after death.

This road has been walking for a long time, and the white fog is filled with no end in sight.

The first door, the gate of ghosts, is closed.

Xie Bi'an stamped his feet in front of the door, turned around and bowed slightly to Sheng Feng: "Grandmaster, you have to go the rest of the way by yourself."

Sheng Feng nodded, lifted the hem of his white clothes and stepped up the cold stone steps, turning a blind eye to the row of fresh dead souls waiting to be inspected. manual labor.

Sheng Feng strolled up to the leader of the evil ghost familiarly, and was about to raise his hand to salute when he was supported by the evil ghost: "Grandmaster, Grandmaster, there is no need to be like this. After many years, the grandmaster still has the same demeanor. Yan Jun and Judge are waiting in the underworld." and you."

Sheng Feng smiled and exchanged a few words with him, walked through the gate of hell and entered the underworld alone.The hundred-year-old flowers on the other side of the Yellow Spring bloomed extremely coquettishly, Sheng Feng quickened his pace, he was not interested in this boring scenery.

After walking for a while, I saw the magnificent hall. The statues of Yan Luo with teeth and claws stood on both sides of the gate of the hall. They glared angrily, and stared at the dead souls in white clothes under the steps.

The door of the hall was wide open, as if the people in the hall had already known about Sheng Feng's arrival.

"I don't want to! I don't want to go to the beast way! Please!"

When Sheng Feng stepped into the door, he happened to meet a male dead soul who was struggling frantically and was dragged out of the hall by the evil spirit.

Wearing a crown on his head and wearing a luxurious brocade robe, Yan Jun sits on a high position. There is a book of life and death spread out on the judge's case, and he kneels and sits in the closest position to Yan Jun. Yan Jun slightly raises his hand towards His Royal Highness Sheng Feng, An evil spirit next to him respectfully placed a soft cushion beside the judge.

Sheng Feng walked up to the hall indifferently, and naturally knelt down on the prepared cushion, and the waiter at his side offered him sweet tea, and the judge greeted him with a smile: "The freshly brewed tea, Grand Master, taste it."

Sheng Feng didn't move the steaming cup of tea, but just sat calmly. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the life and death book spread out on the judge's table. It was the page that recorded his life, but it had been blocked. The vermilion pen outlines it.

"Is Yan Jun also planning to transfer me to the reincarnation of the animal realm?" Sheng Feng's tone was as flat as water, but there were murderous intentions hidden everywhere in his words.

Yan Jun coughed in embarrassment, and the judge immediately smoothed things over: "Grandmaster is serious, I dare not talk nonsense. I will always remember the contribution of the master to the underworld. It's just that the life of the master is exhausted. If he doesn't enter the cycle of reincarnation, will it be possible?" Some just can’t make sense.”

Sheng Feng raised his eyes and silently glanced at the judge beside him. His eyes were so deep that people couldn't figure out what he was thinking. He pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Your life is over, so you must enter reincarnation. The judge said good."

He paused, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by the unfathomable city: "It's just that if I enter this reincarnation today, the underground will never stop for a day, Lord Yan, what do you think?"

The judge was taken aback by what he said, and turned his head stiffly to look at the high-ranking Yan Jun. The complicated crown covered his eyes. Only Sheng Feng knew that he was hesitating, and he was even more forbearing. Take the firewood, and the fire that ignited the chaos in this underworld will burn even more vigorously.

"When Gou Louyang was in the Ghost Realm, the three kings kept their own place, and each guarded one realm without interfering with each other. But now that the peace of the millennium has been completely broken, the underworld has recuperated for many years, and incense is scarce. How many elite soldiers can they produce? Su Jingran His ambition does not allow him to stop here. The only one who can restrain him is Shen Yan. If I can't get out of the gate of hell today, tomorrow..." Sheng Feng smiled lightly, "You are sure to suppress hundreds of thousands of lonely souls Ghost?"

The judge covered his face with his wide sleeves, and wiped the layers of cold sweat from his head. He had seen that unprecedented disaster thousands of years ago, and it happened only once and it almost wiped out this flimsy underworld. I still have the ability to protect myself, but now...

Yan Jun said: "Can the master help the underworld and the world again?"

Sheng Feng: "If the underworld agrees to my conditions, I can guarantee the underworld to run smoothly for a thousand years."

Yan Jun sighed: "If Grandmaster has any request, please tell me."

Sheng Feng said calmly: "I will help Yan Jun eradicate Su Jingran, but many times it is not enough to rely on me alone, and the underworld government must provide due help."

Yan Jun: "That's natural."

Sheng Feng continued: "I am willing to stay in this world for a long time and never enter reincarnation in my life. I also ask the judge to cross my name out of the book of life and death forever."

The judge was taken aback when he heard the words, and quickly said: "This... this grandmaster must think about it! This matter is not a joke, so many mortals are vying to enter the reincarnation once, why do you, Grandmaster..."

Sheng Feng interrupted him: "Yan Jun, can you?"

Yan Jun nodded heavily: "Yes."

Seeing that he agreed, Sheng Feng restrained his smile: "There is one last thing."

Yan Luodian was in a strange dead silence, and the judge stopped wiping the sweat with his hands.

"If I die, all my thousand-year merits and virtues will be counted on Shen Yan, and the merits and demerits will be offset, so that he can return to the world."

Yan Jun hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.

"……allow."

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Dark clouds covered the sky, and the usually bustling Zhushen Avenue was now empty, with corpses lying here and there, and dried blood splattered everywhere.

It was the darkest year in the world. Three ghost kings, Eshadao, Xiyijing, and Nugujing, conspired to rebel. The three forces intertwined together openly challenged the authority of the underworld, and even released 10,000+ evil ghosts to crawl into the world to eat people in the streets.

All over the mountains and plains, blood flowed like rivers.

On the top of the tiankeng, Shen Zhuyao stood on the top of the mountain in a suit of blue and wide sleeves. The hunting wind swept his clothes, and under his feet were evil spirits climbing up the abyss. Tens of thousands of evil spirits were poured into the sky. The whole tiankeng was filled with mournful weeping.

Yuchanfeng's disciples all hid in the forest and watched his back from a distance. The ten-year-old Shen Yan was protected by the elder Yuchanfeng's hand. He stood on tiptoe and could only see an inch of Shen Zhuyao's clothes through the gap.

Shen Zhuyao looked at the endless evil spirits indifferently, and skillfully formed a magic seal with his hands, and then a formation that was huge enough to cover the tiankeng descended from the sky.

The hurricane was accompanied by the formation, and the trees in the forest were about to be broken. Shen Yan grabbed the elder's robe in fear, and asked tremblingly: "It's so windy, what is Brother Ayao doing?"

The elder replied: "Duhua."

Shen Zhuyao familiarly controlled the huge formation and slowly pressed it down. He watched all the evil spirits touched by the formation struggle and dissipate, his eyes were so cold that there was no humanity at all.

Hundreds of thousands of evil spirits crossed the Longjiao Pit.

When going down the mountain, Shen Yan and Shen Zhuyao were riding in the same carriage. Shen Yan noticed that he was exhausted like never before. His lips were pale and his face was pale. He was just holding on with his will, and he was still able to pretend when he returned to the mansion. Talking and laughing happily with the guests from all over the world as if nothing happened.

As night fell, Shen Yan quietly ran to the kitchen to fill a bowl of rice porridge that had just been cooked, and ran half the house in three steps at a time. He was afraid that the porridge would be cold, so he took the nearest road to Shen Zhuyao's wing .

The candles were still burning in the room, Shen Yan stepped into the door with light steps, and tiptoedly put the hot porridge on Shen Zhuyao's bedside, Shen Zhuyao was lying on the bed, his forehead was soaked with sweat, he seemed to be sleeping very badly stable.

"Brother Ah Yao, get up and drink porridge." Shen Yan shook Shen Zhuyao's arm lightly, but failed to wake him up.

Shen Yan clearly heard his elder brother's ramblings in his dream, and he was reciting the real name of the prince he hated very much.

It took a lot of effort for his young body to prop up Shen Zhuyao, and he fed him a spoonful of porridge with difficulty. As soon as Shen Zhuyao swallowed it, he was choked and coughed violently, turning his head to the side and vomited into the collapsed wooden bucket. After taking a mouthful of blood, the chaotic consciousness gradually became clear.

Shen Yan's hands holding the bowl were trembling slightly, tears were in his eyes, and his little face was blushing. Looking at Shen Zhuyao's depleted appearance, his heart was inexplicably filled with fear.

Shen Zhuyao stroked his head, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and forced a smile: "Yan'er is a man, you can't cry."

To transform so many dead souls at one time is to overdraw Shen Zhuyao's lifespan and life crazily. He just caused a lot of pain because of this. However, Su Pei's throne has not yet been firmly established, and he has to continue to support it.

"Brother...have porridge..." Shen Yan held the hot porridge in front of Shen Zhuyao.

Shen Zhuyao took the porcelain bowl and drank it with a spoon in small sips. Shen Yan's sensibility made him feel a glimmer of hope. He thought about it in his heart and said slowly: "Yan'er, I will teach you to drink in a few days. Sir, please come to the mansion alone to teach you, you are not allowed to leave the mansion without my permission, do you understand?"

Shen Yan nodded obediently, he was always obedient and listened to Shen Zhuyao's words.

As Shen Yan grew up, his appearance also changed a lot. The beauty of male and female looks became more and more obvious. Shen Zhuyao always took one step and three steps in doing things. He taught Shen Yan the art of manipulating people but never let him After being involved in the court for half a minute, Yuchanfeng is already dirty enough, and Shen Yan doesn't need to follow him through this muddy water.

Being beautiful is indeed the best way to get in among the nobles in the palace, but once you make a mistake, this peerless appearance will become the best proof of disaster for the country and the people.

It is Shen Zhuyao's lifelong wish to spend his life in a clean and ordinary way.

Later, he disagreed with Su Pei's idea of ​​governing the country with power and tyranny. Before he led a group of dead soldiers into the palace, he had already paved a bright future for Shen Yan in other countries.

Whether it's the country, servants, or banks, Shen Zhuyao has planned every possible variable in detail, but he only forgot one thing.

Shen Yan, who has always been sensible and obedient, is the biggest variable.