"Oh, you also know about the underworld?" Ye Qi looked very happy and continued: "After the demons were suppressed, their desires did not disappear. On the contrary, they became more and more evil. In order to break through the shackles of the barrier, they relied on their

Strength is not enough. The only way is to use the souls that cannot be reincarnated and use their resentment to break through the barrier. So the devil creates another world. This world is between the reincarnation of life and death and the devil. This is the underworld.

World."

Before Ye Qi finished speaking, Ye Shuang burst into laughter: "Don't take it too seriously. My brother often does this?"

Fan Xiyuan also smiled, realizing that he was overly attracted, which was a bit abrupt, but his heart was heavy. The man in front of him, who seemed to have some brain problems, knew much more than him, or maybe it was all him.

Made it up on your own?

"Twins..." Ye Qi blushed and looked at Ye Shuang pretending to be angry.

"I'm going to cook, you guys can chat." Ye Shuang smiled and stood up and left, his hair like flowing clouds floating away.

"Xiyuan, are you also interested in reincarnation?" Ye Qi immediately became excited again when he saw his sister leaving.

Fan Xiyuan thought for a while and said: "I only heard it recently. I don't know much about this kind of thing."

"Someone must have said that after reading my poems." Ye Qi's face smiled like a flower, and he nodded repeatedly: "I didn't expect that my poems have begun to affect people around me."

Fan Xiyuan opened his mouth when he heard this. He didn't come back to his senses for a long time. He didn't understand how this man could have such an idea.

Ye Qi held Fan Xiyuan's hands, his lips trembling with excitement, "What else did you hear them say?"

Fan Xiyuan moved, trying to pull his hand back, but Ye Shuang's hand was very strong, and he was too embarrassed to embarrass the other person, so he casually said: "That's all I heard, about the underworld, the reincarnation train and so on.

, oh, there is also a world-destroying one

Door, that's all."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his hands tighten suddenly, and he grimaced in pain. He looked up and saw that Ye Shuang's smiling face had turned livid, and she was looking at him with wide eyes.

"Have you heard this? Who said it?" Ye Qi's lips were still trembling, but he was restraining his anger.

"A lot of people say that?"

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" Ye Qi threw his hands and slammed them on the table. He stood up and walked around the study, mumbling: "Impossible, this is impossible.

,This is absolutely impossible..."

Fan Xiyuan grimaced with pain in his hand, a little confused by the sudden change. Is this sturdy young poet in front of him really moody?

After chanting for a while, Ye Qi turned to look at him, with a pleading look between his eyebrows: "Where did you hear about the Gate of Destruction?"

Fan Xiyuan felt uncomfortable when Ye Qi saw him, and was speechless for a moment.

"Please tell me this is important to me."

Fan Xiyuan saw the anxiety and uneasiness in Ye Qi's eyes, and secretly regretted that he should not discuss this topic with him. What was the connection between the Gate of World Destruction he knew and the Gate of World Destruction known by the man in front of him, so that it made him

So nervous and uneasy, could it be...

Just when he was uncertain, someone knocked on the door and a voice came from outside the door.

"Ye Qi, is Mr. Ye at home?"

"Who is it? He's not here!" Ye Qi shouted without turning his head.

The person outside the door said, "Since Mr. Ye is not here, please tell me that I am the editor of Juezhuo Publishing House. My name is Li Yun. I would like to make an appointment to talk to him about the poetry collection. Thank you."

!”

"Wait!" Ye Qi shouted, jumped up and ran towards the door.

Fan Xiyuan obviously hasn't fully adapted to this man whose mood is jumping. He is thinking about Ye Qi's next visit.

When he came back for the first time, he wondered how he would answer his question. He groaned secretly and looked in the direction of Ye Qi, because Ye Qi's burly figure blocked his sight and he couldn't see who the person was.

"I am Ye Qi. Can the collection of poems be published?"

Ye Qi's voice was a little excited, and he seemed to really hope that his book would be published. Fan Xiyuan relaxed his brows and reached out to take the poetry collection on the table. Before, he felt that the black thread on the cover looked like a ghost drawing, but now it became more and more...

Mysterious, his eyes couldn't help being drawn, and a feeling emerged in his mind as if he had seen it there before, but he couldn't explain it.

"Hello Mr. Ye, I am the editor of Juezhuo Publishing House. My name is Li Yun..."

"I know. No introduction is needed. Is my collection of poems ready for publication?"

"It's like this..." The voice hesitated for a moment, poked his head out of the door to take a look at Fan Xiyuan sitting inside, then quickly took it back, and then said: "Mr. Ye, it seems that it is not convenient at home.

Let’s go outside and talk.”

"Okay! No problem!" Ye Qi almost pushed the voice out of the door without even thinking about it.

Fan Xi sat dumbly on the chair without even raising his head. He clearly heard their conversation, but he couldn't take his eyes off the cover of the poetry collection. The black thread attracted his attention like a magnet.

His eyes were firmly attracted, and a habitual dizziness came up again. He found that the black thread actually started to move, and countless thread ends began to slowly wriggle like earthworms. He wanted to blink his eyes, or even use his hands to

He rubbed his eyes, but unfortunately he couldn't even move.

Those squirming threads began to struggle, twisting and tumbling their long or short threads. They were intertwined and made a sound of friction and accumulation. It started as a rustling sound, and then slowly became louder and louder. He began
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