After we cleaned up the father and son of the Sanqing Sect, we looked at each other and looked at the person standing in the mud pit, as if a spectator was looking at us expressionlessly.

"Master, police officer, my old father," Yin Fei said the three words "Old father" and his voice trembled like a mysterious thing, subconsciously looking at the face that was so young that he was inferior to himself.

"Hmph, you kid is really a mistake, and you are lucky in disguise. Unexpectedly, your crazy behavior helped your father with your past." Hao Ren was amazed.

Ling Tong and Ren Shuai were also speechless. Although Yin Fei has suffered ups and downs for fifteen years, his fate is really strong.

Originally, logic is that after his father was buried, his body was affected by the whip handle of the cold and turned into an uncorrupted corpse. In addition, he was brought here by the old Taoist Hua Ming and used a secret method to condense the corpse through the coffin, hoping that when the ghost gate was opened, this old zombie who was about to wake up would absorb the ghost's yin energy and ghost energy and turn it into a corpse king.

Unexpectedly, all the things that should have been absorbed by the old man were swallowed by the Soul-Destroying Whip

This old man now has no lethality or ghost energy and no corrupt corpse!

I reached out and poked the old man's head and many air pockets on his body, and then poured his magic power into it, washing the vitality preserved inside. Under our naked eyes, the old man closed his eyes and aging rapidly, but still did not.

The current old man of the Yin family will start slowly with time, just like he was just buried.

Ling Tong took Lao Tian to investigate Yin Fuming's whereabouts, and we searched the entire villa in circles. Apart from some talismans, ordinary magic weapons, and some ill-gotten wealth, there was only a basement with corpse and fishy smell.

The basement was already empty, and there were no traces, but based on the taste alone, Hao Ren judged that this place should have been regarded as a tomb of the living dead in the past!

Hao Ren explained that the so-called tomb of the living dead is not a real tomb, but a semi-ghost corpse used to detain and make the living dead, which is the semi-ghost corpse in the ghost heritage.

"Hey, Master Fang Nan, those people have not returned to the country for more than half a year. They call every week and say they are very busy."

I called the fat man and he described the appearance of the dead people he caught. Compared with the photos on the information, they should be undoubtedly the ones.

The matter behind is very simple. Even Yin Fuming and his family should be dealt with by the police. Unless the Sanqing Sect appears again, we are not really needed by just a wealthy businessman Yin Fuming.

As for the Soul-Destroying Whip, this thing is framed like an ordinary golden belt. It is tied to Ren Shuai's waist, which makes him more heroic and domineering.

After a series of changes, Ren Shuai became more and more domineering and exposed, but when facing me and the fat man, he still had a funny face.

As for An Weiwei, she had already gone when the old Taoist Hua Ming was killed by Ren Shuai. After we made it simple for her, we had already reached ten o'clock, and there were only one hour left before the gate of ghosts opened.

I wanted to return to Phoenix Mountain, but I was afraid of changes in the provincial capital, so in the end, we chose to stay here.

Ten points, the wind was blowing, the sky was dark, the moon seemed to be suddenly swallowed, and the shadow could not be seen.

Gradually, standing on the streets of the provincial capital, you can hear some howlings of ghosts and wolves, but everything is in order, and there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

"You guys stay here, I'll go to the underworld with the fat man." With Ren Shuai and Xiao Yuwei guarding him, I believe there will be no big problems.

At twelve o'clock, with Lao Bai's guidance and Ren Shuai's help to tear the void, the fat man and I stood outside the dilapidated gates of hell, as if we were a different world.

No one cleaned up the gravel at the Gate of Hell. I don’t know what the great gods in the underworld are thinking. Are you going to let him rot like this?

What is even more surprising is that the guards of the Ghost Gate stood on the ruins, and the ghosts of the big dragon who were lacking in energy were released.

"Why are there so many ghosts? Will the road to the underworld be squeezed out?" The fat man looked at the team that could not see the edge of Yi.

"Let's go, go in." I was speechless. This guy was thinking too much. I'm afraid that even if all the people in the world died, the road to the underworld would not explode. At worst, it would be just a mess.

"Male Lord Pluto, Lord Yin Si, long time no see." One of the ghost guards nodded politely and bowed, sending us in.

I sighed. This is so different from the treatment I received for the first time!

As expected, as I saw that there were so many ghosts in the talisman paper and the life-seeking ring, I released all the ghosts and ghosts I collected in the vast army and went to the underworld by themselves. Fatty and I ran towards the Naihe Bridge, while carefully experiencing the road to the Yellow Springs and seeing if there was any ghost crystal in the Yellow Springs.

But unfortunately, there are too many ghosts, and the entire Huangquan Road is almost as gloomy as the eighteenth level hell. Not to mention the Huangquan Ghost Crystal Mine, even if there are really a piece of Huangquan Ghost Crystal mixed in the ghost group, I don’t feel that it’s too bad.

On the Naihe Bridge, a graceful figure was handing Mengpo soup on our backs.

"Hi, beautiful girl, long time no see!" The fat man was a slut, and regardless of the terrifying gazes of the confused ghosts, he walked up and licked his face and greeted him.

Meng Po slowly turned around, Zhang Cang Lao, dissatisfied with the wrinkles, and could almost hold the horror of the dead elements, and smiled slightly at us.

"Master Yinsi, Madam Madame, I've been missing for a long time." His voice was aging and shriveled, as if he was about to die.

"Meng Po, what happened to you?" The fat man and I felt so sad. Meng Po was obviously the feeling of the arrival of clothes. She met the previous few times, not to mention her appearance, but just in terms of momentum, it was a world of difference.

Although we couldn't feel her strength before, we really couldn't feel some magic power this time, and it seemed like an ordinary old woman

"Please go back, sirs, the underworld is very busy today. I think all the sirs don't have time to greet you." Meng Po's eyes moved slightly, and did not explain, but urged us to return.

Something is wrong!

The fat man and I looked at each other obediently, then returned to the world obediently, but took Ren Shuai tore through the void and entered Fengdu City directly.

The city is full of energy, and all departments are full of ghosts.

"Not right, some of these ghosts are obviously not new ghosts!" Ren Shuai frowned. He has now awakened the inheritance of the King of Hell and is very sensitive to these.

However, we have realized this before.
Chapter completed!