"Why do you call me Young Master Jiuyou!"

Looking at the old man, Mo Li suddenly felt a strange feeling. In his eyes, the old man seemed to have instantly become an existence that looked like a human, a Gu, and a Gu, and this is the ghost body.

"Who are you?" Mo Li asked again.

"I am the soul-catching messenger who sat down with King Yama. Just because this area is barren, the previous person, Mr. Yan, is missing. Many ghost messengers and I walked out of the underworld and floated alone on this continent!

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The old man explained.

"But what does this have to do with me?" Mo Li couldn't help but mutter in his heart, but he didn't show any of it on his face, and he deliberately dragged his throat to ponder.

"Underland? You actually came out of the underworld? So, the Nine Netherworlds, the City of Death, the Holy River of the Yellow Springs, waiting for life, the Black Rope, the People's Combination, the Call, Abi, Nearby, Lonely and the Eighteen Hell Heavens

Have you lost your guard?"

Mo Li suddenly thought of some nouns in Peng Zu's memory.

"Ah--I'll wait... I'm just a smaller city god, only the city of Wude Death, the Ghost Sect, the Super Life Hall, the Abi Cave, the fifth level of the Tongue Pulling Heaven... I've never seen the 18th level of reincarnation!

"When the old man heard the words in Mo Li's mouth, he suddenly trembled even more. His originally snow-white face was even more terrible. At this moment, he could finally be sure that Mo Li was the young master from the Nine Netherworld in the legend.

"There are only five? They have been disbanded? Then, the resentful souls here will no longer be returned to their source?"

Mo Li continued to show off, his eyes full of sorrow.

"Young Master, don't worry. The Black Impermanent Messenger is still in the underworld at this moment. We and others will regularly collect ghosts from the world and send them to the underworld, but... just..."

The old man hesitated.

"Just what?" Mo Li drank.

He knew what the old man was talking about. The underworld clan is a special race. People from this clan are born to manipulate ghosts, and almost everyone can practice the method of controlling ghosts.

Those with strong cultivation can even cultivate several levels of hell, become the ghost master, and dominate for a while.

According to rumors, the Lord of the Underworld clan is the God of the Underworld who has settled the six realms of reincarnation, the eighteen hells, the boundless sea of ​​suffering, the rebirth and salvation.

Where the God of the Underworld is condensed, the world is endless outside the sky, and it forms a world of its own, called the underworld.

To put it bluntly, even people in the underworld can refine their own underworld. In the great underworld of the Underworld, the infinite small underworld together control the dead souls in the world.

I originally thought this was just a rumor in Fangwai, but now it seems...

Mo Li pondered in his heart.

According to legend, the God of the Underworld has cultivated an infinitely powerful existence, with endless life and boundless magic power. It seems that no matter whether it is human, demon or demon... it is always in his control.

"But I had no contact with my boss's mansion countless years ago. A few years ago, when King Yama was there, it was fine. There were ghosts among the senior sisters of the major prefectures around me.

Drive to practice, but after the King of Yama disappeared a hundred years ago... we became a scattered sand!"

Bai Wuchang explained and actually burst into tears.

"I have no longer given the God of Yan Luo, and my body's magic power is gradually declining. In recent years, even my life is extremely difficult to protect!" Speaking of this, Bai Wuchang suddenly raised his head and his face was full of his own.

He stared at Mo Li, who was so close to him.

"I hope Lord Jiuyou can give Jiuyou true energy to help me escape from the sea of ​​suffering. We are willing to follow you to the death!"

As he said that, the old man kowtowed and started to pound garlic.

Looking at the old man's eyes, Mo Li understood at this moment that the Jiuyou true energy mentioned by the old man was his Gu Qi.

But……

Mo Li hesitated.

"Then...why are you here?"

Suddenly, he opened his mouth to ask the old man a key question. At the same time, Mo Li injected an extremely weak gu aura into the old man's body.

"Yes, yes, yes... I'm here to fulfill the promise of an old friend of the Yama King!" Bai Wuchang seemed to be very helpful to this guqi. He closed his eyes and enjoyed his face, and he actually stuttered.

"What agreement? Whose agreement?" Mo Li seemed to think of something and asked quickly.

"It's a good friend of King Yama. Mo Jian's previous agreement that three years ago, Mo Jianzhi went to the underworld of the City God to ask me to come here this month to help him take care of his descendants, and at the same time..."

"What? Mo Jianzhi? He, he foresaw that something will happen here three years ago?"

Mo Li couldn't help but scream, his mouth was big!

This dad is really mysterious, this muddy water is really unfathomable...
Chapter completed!