"Fortunately, Juemingsi has kept a backup plan on us, otherwise he would have really fallen this time!"

Wuyan showed a look of gratitude. If the visitor had not come in time and activated the backhands of the three of them at the same time, I would have been afraid that this time would have been explained there.

Even if they don’t want to say it, with Zhao Wuyou’s ability, they can still speak automatically.

Even the Juemingsi knew this well, otherwise they would not have left any help in them.

This is both a life-saving method, and just in case they betray or disclose information about the ghost path of the King of Hell, there is a quick way to make a decision.

However, it takes three people's backhands to escape while Zhao Wuyou has not noticed it. Such an existence is really too terrible.

Even the unfathomable Viagra is probably far from him.

‘No wonder from the beginning, Juemingshi made us keep a low profile and even pay a lot of money to cover up...’

If it weren't for the many actions in advance or even assistance from other parties, they would have been targeted by the intelligence system of the Zhao Prince's Mansion in the morning, and Wuyan could not imagine how long they could stay in Yujing City.

"She was very injured..."

The figures rescued Wuyan and the Lizard Boy spoke in a low voice, and naturally a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere spread.

Holding the virgin boy, Wuyan didn't mean to thank him for help.

"I will deal with it, but... Xuanming, this matter should be known to the other ten members, so be alert!"

"King Zhao has already set his sights on us personally!"

The burly figure, known as Xuanming, is dressed in dark green short style, has pale skin all over, and has an indescribable twist and lifelessness.

He turned around and showed a angular face, with even a little emotion on it.

"I know this, I will report it to the Judgment Department and ask him to hold a meeting!"

"The matter of Poppy should have a conclusion..."

...

The underworld of the Yama, the ghostly path, the Forgetful River...

This is a place where the world is gloomy and gloomy. A lonely figure leans against the ferry, holding a fishing rod, seemed to be waiting for a prey that will never take the bait.

No, a river of bubbles came out, and it was clearly flowing but there was no sound of running water.

An indescribable smell came out of the river and fell into the gloomy surroundings, and a faint green light shone out.

Suddenly, a footstep sounded, and then the fishing rod in the fishing rod in his hand turned, as if some huge creature was fighting against him!

"The wind is miserable and the mist is vast. The ghost path is long and the ghost cry is loud. The fishing line is thin and the fish hook is pointed. The human blood is sweet and the human flesh is salty and salty."

The hoarse voice of the lonely and old man sounded. While the rod-lifting man responded to the giant thing hooked in the river, he turned his head to look at the person who was coming with his footsteps.

A scent of smoke came towards him. Even though he had lost most of his five senses, he knew who the visitor was.

"Tomorrow, are you here? I didn't expect you to be the first to arrive..."

The old man wearing a black veil hat did not turn his head and focused on competing with the prey in his hands. However, his old body contained a strange and evil power.

"Huh~~"

He let out a breath of smoke. The young man, known as Mingchen, had the best clothes and used the best tobacco, his posture was contemptuous and reckless. What was even more rare was that he had a kind of superman pride that penetrated deep into his bones.

"Fishing smoke waves, I see you have been fishing here for a long time. Every time you arrive, you have a fish caught, but you have never seen you actually catch it. What is the thing in this river??"

The magnetic and vibrant voice, with a proud demeanor, had no sense of change, but it was just like his young and energetic age.

"Ha, good fish are not afraid of being late! What's more... the things under this are much more expensive than fish gold!"

The old man, known as the smoke-fishing wave, chuckled, and his arms covered with old-fashioned spots suddenly contracted. He wanted to lift the fishing rod but only felt a huge force like a fight against Mount Tai, which made the unrivalled Tian Silk Celsius fishing line tremble violently.

A sound that seemed to be the crack of metal and iron came out, and the green river water rippled in a circle, but it seemed that it was accustomed to it whether it was tomorrow morning or fishing for smoke.

"Huh~"

When I saw that I could see the true face of the giant creature at the bottom of the river, Mingchen was not in a hurry, but just took another breath of cigarette and spoke slowly.

"Since I don't have the hope of seeing you catch it today, I'll go in first..."

Nodding, Yu Yanbo's hand holding the fishing rod was already shattered by the force, but he quickly returned to its original state and put away the fishing rod as if nothing had happened.

"The Jue Mingsi has been waiting for a long time!"

Hearing Diao Yanbo say this, Mingchen's handsome face only showed an unknown smile. He whispered a little, then he went to the other side of the ferry with mist.

The old man named Fishing Yanbo looked at his departure and showed a meaningful look. Then a cold light penetrated his sleeves and tied it on the fishing rod again, and the smoke stopped.

The ferry seemed to be in a dead silence again...

...

The ten tribes of the King of Hell represent the ten underworld hells who control life and death.

Unfortunately, the ten tribes were all uneven at this time... Eight figures sat everywhere, the most aggressive and fearless, representing the majesty of Yan Wang Ling, who only did not look like a killer, a doctor, or a noble young man...

Tomorrow morning!

Yes, Murong Shengxue.

In a secret organization, internal stability is the most important thing. Such an ambitious person should not have appeared, but Jue Mingshi chose to include him under his command.

Just because of his last name, his ability, and that possibility... a glimmer of opportunity!

The presence of the King of Hell represents the will of the Jue Ming Department. Even if the ten members of the tribes are not gathered, it is enough to hold a meeting.

However, Murong Shengxue was extremely disdainful of the content of this meeting.

"Just to be afraid of someone!"

"We want all of us to collect? It seems that you are really old, and you should abdicate and give in to your leisure!"

As the spokesperson for the Will of Jue Mingsi, Diaoyanbo brows moved.

"Young people, it's not a bad thing to be more imposing, but you have to see the importance of it!"

"Mingchen, who has a good background, should understand the weight of some people in the world, not to mention... there is no necessary conflict of interests."

Hearing this, a gentle figure suddenly inserted.

"Speaking of this, where are you from tomorrow morning? We have been curious about this!"

The clouds suddenly rose and a deep breath of smoke was breathed. Without any warning, two sword lights burst out, barely rubbing the face of the smoke wave and the woman who made a sound, leaving a blood mark.

"If you mention this again, don't blame me for turning against you!"

There was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, but Murong Shengxue's eyes had an undisputed murderous intent!

At this moment, a melodious voice sounded.

"Born from the Murong Mansion of Tianjian, why are you so dissatisfied?"

"Murrong Shengxue?"

The sword energy that bursts out represents the anger of the provoked person.

The terrifying power even lifted up the ground of the underworld of the Ten Palaces.
Chapter completed!