When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

Seeing that his son was about to become the soul under the knife, Wei Yu's eyes turned red, and he rushed towards Ming Mingde. At this moment, a powerful force bounced Ming Mingde away, and the flying whisk was thrown several meters away.

Wei Zhi waited for a long time without feeling the cold blade kissing his neck, opened his eyes slowly, and saw Zhong Li standing in front of him, Xue Chi's knife was unsheathed three times, and he could vaguely see the demonic energy lingering around Xue Chi.

"Little guard, don't take the knife out of its sheath before you've practiced it well." Zhong Li put away the knife, crossing his arms to persuade him.

Ming Mingde was thrown into the air, turned around and landed on both feet, instead of being angry, he said cheerfully: "As expected of Zhongli with the ghost's hand, I have seen it today."

After hearing Ming Mingde's words, Wei Zhi was the first to react, staring at Zhongli in a daze, forgetting to get up, just about to speak, but was stopped by the bathroom, shook his head, and pulled Wei Zhi away.

Seeing that his identity had been exposed, Zhong Li stepped aside, trying to avoid everyone's gaze.He didn't deny or admit it, because he didn't care.

Lan Zijun is even more skeptical of Ming Mingde. Anyone who can recognize Zhongli at once must be at least over 100 years old, and Ming Mingde knows Zhongli's identity, but he has no fear. It is not easy to come here.

During the chaos, an incense burner was thrown from the screen, and all eyes were on the smashed incense burner.

"Back down." An angry and hoarse voice came from behind the screen.

The crowd knelt down in panic, and the audience crawled.

"What should I do?" Zhong Li stood in front of everyone, not knowing what to do.

The purpose of Huatian is to solve the case. Today, he will not be reconciled if he doesn't reveal Xu Huang's face: "It's hard to wait for the old man to speak, so we can't waste this opportunity."

Huatian was ready to speak and wanted to step forward to mediate.

"Ah!" A scream suddenly came from under the table, and everyone's eyes quickly shifted to the place where the scream came from.

Hanada and the others also shifted their gazes.

The scream came from Xu Jinrong's table, and the serving maid looked at Xu Jinrong lying on the table in horror.

There was a hole in Xu Jinrong's head, and the brains and blood spurted out together, dyeing a table of delicacies red. Before he could close his eyes, his dilated pupils stared straight at the position of the screen.

The crowd was frightened by the sudden scene.

Lan Zijun quickly came to Xu Jinrong's side and checked his breathing.

"It's dead, the body is still not cold, the murderer should still be nearby." Lan Zijun looked at Huatian, and at the same time said to the people on the stage.

"There's someone on the beam!" Wei Zhi yelled, leading a group of guards to chase after him.

"Zhongli, you protect the prince and go back. Brother Zijun and I will go after him." After Huatian gave the order, he and Lanzijun both ran after him.

Huatian knew that he couldn't order Lan Zijun, and Lan Zijun would go all out to track down the murderer, so he had to save face for himself.

Ming Mingde left Huangdi behind and followed, with a flustered expression.

The murderer was extremely fast, but Wei Zhi and the others were not vegetarians, they kept chasing after him, and when they reached a fork in the road, the murderer disappeared.

The crowd stopped.

When making a decision, a series of hurried footsteps sounded from the road on the left.

"The murderer is heading towards Sheshan." Someone yelled, and everyone hurriedly followed.

Ming Mingde and Hua Tian chased to the fork in the road, faced with a choice, Ming Mingde didn't even think about it, and chased directly to the road on the left.

Huatian wanted to keep up with him, but was stopped by Lan Zijun, Huatian said anxiously: "Brother Zijun, I can't keep up soon, don't stop me."

"Go to the right fork, the murderer is on the right." Lan Zijun pointed to the dark road on the right.

Huatian looked at the road on the right. The weeds were as long as his ankles, and there were crows from time to time. It looked like a place that had been abandoned for a long time, a corner forgotten by the entire palace.

Hanada swallowed and asked, "How do you know..."

"Let's talk when we go back." Lan Zijun was also in a hurry to chase Ming Mingde and the others, and ran away without saying a word.

Looking at the dark road, Hanada gritted his teeth and plunged into the fork on the right.

Sure enough, as Lan Zijun said, there was indeed the sound of running on the right side.

The sound of running was very chaotic and gradually slowed down, and Huatian followed the sound of footsteps and gradually slowed down.

Only when you slow down can you really realize how desolate and deserted the environment here is, like a cold palace, even the warm breath of summer bypasses here, making people shudder.

Huatian was so deeply drawn into the environment that he didn't even know when the footsteps stopped. When he realized it, only crows were left hoarsely screaming in the huge aisle.

"It's all here, I can't just go back like this." Huatian thought to himself, he is the king of hell, so he is still afraid of ghosts.

The more I think about it, the more courageous I become, and I no longer walk stooped, but stride forward, and go to the front to find out.

A dim light appeared not far away, and with the help of the light, Huatian vaguely saw a dilapidated hall, which looked extraordinarily lonely in the pitch-black barrenness.

Ghost Palace?A strange idea appeared in Huatian's mind again, but he was quickly denied by himself. The place where he lived was called the Ghost Palace, so what was he afraid of.

Boldly comforting himself, he looked forward, walked to the door, Hua Tian looked up, and there were two large characters written on the plaque: Leng Gong.

What the hell is coming to the cold palace!

On the left side of the road, a group of people followed the footsteps of the murderer.

"Strange?" Wei Zhi pursued and chatted with Lan Zijun at the same time.

"What's so strange?" Lan Zijun asked.

"I feel the footsteps are very close, but I don't even see the shadow of the murderer." Wei Zhi confided his doubts.

Lan Zijun chuckled lightly and said, "Drunkards don't care about wine."

"Young master means..."

Seeing Ming Mingde eavesdropping, Lan Zijun hissing, Wei Zhi closed his mouth, chasing the murderer with peace of mind, he wants to see what the drunkard's intentions are.

Lan Zijun has been following behind the team, observing Ming Mingde's every move, knowing himself and the enemy, can be victorious in every battle.

After chasing for a while, the crowd stopped, not only because the footsteps disappeared, but more importantly, the mountain in front blocked the way.

"Master, the murderer has entered Sheshan." A guard reported to Ming Mingde that they dare not enter Sheshan privately.

"I'll go after it." Wei Zhi hurriedly chased after the murderer, forgetting the rules.

"Don't you know the palace rules?" Ming Mingde blocked the exit, showing an unprecedented ferocious expression to Wei Zhi.

Wei Zhi stopped and looked anxiously at the mountain pass.

"I don't know what palace rules are!" Lan Zijun conjured up a purple bamboo flute from nowhere, and suddenly moved forward to attack Ming Mingde, intending to try his skills.

Ming Mingde used the whisk to fight, but between the calcium carbide sparks, the whisk lost to the purple bamboo flute and broke in two.

"Why do you have this flute, shouldn't you..." Ming Mingde knew that he was talking too much, so he stopped what he wanted to ask in time.

Lan Zijun stared and asked, "How do you know this flute?"