The black fire was six feet high, spreading across the horizon, burning blazingly in the Purgatory City of Fire, soundlessly, and the years licked the void endlessly, like a horrifying pantomime.
After roughly calculating the time, it should have been seven months since he came here! However, he has spent 210 years. In order to punish the undead who escaped reincarnation, one day in the human world is one year in the Purgatory City of Fire. Originally, one day
He has to endure the torture for three hundred and fifty days.
However, the time of punishment is eternal, no matter how you calculate it, it is the same, but many things are very far away when you think of it. The once broken home and country, the killed sister, and his two wives, the most unforgettable memories
, that is, the compassionate and kind-hearted woman in yellow from a foreign land.
He didn't know that she had resurrected, he just thought that she was still wandering without any support. Every day he raised his eyes and stared at the gray cement city arch in the hazy sky, feeling that his heart was covered with a thick layer of dust, which made him breathless.
Can't help but feel angry.
On the human-shaped iron frame, a spelled iron chain was trapped around his body. The iron nails on the chain penetrated his body and nailed him firmly to the iron frame. A long nail was exposed between his forehead and eyebrows.
The nail cap sticks closely to the skin.
I can't move my head even an inch, I can only stare at it every day.
Jian Xin, how are you, are you okay? Zhao Lian, I’m sorry...
There are three levels in the wilderness hell. The upper level of Purgatory Fire City is the Rebirth City, which is responsible for the power of reincarnation, and is still managed by Leng Jie.
After Cuo Jiji was extinguished and promoted to the Heavenly Court Punishing Cang God, the newly established Yin Situation never showed up. He only heard that he would practice secret techniques in seclusion and meditation. He would not care about worldly affairs for the time being and leave everything to the Lingqi. However, he was in an orderly manner and never appeared.
Make mistakes.
No one knows the appearance of the new Yin Chief, and no one has heard his voice. But before Wucuo died, he summoned all the ghosts and ghosts, and took off the black ring in the ancient hall in the center of Xingsi City.
Hold it between your fingers and raise it up to your chest, facing the black screen close at hand. There is a vague figure sitting behind the screen.
What looked like a blood bead inlaid on the ring began to disperse, and a small circular concave hole was revealed. After the concave holes were all empty, something penetrated the screen, drew an arc, and landed in the concave hole.
In the hole, there was actually a drop of undead blood, and the ring emitted a dazzling red light, covering the entire hall, and the face of the eyeless Phantom Fork twitched.
Wucuo pointed his finger, and the ring passed through the hole on the screen, as if it had disappeared into the darkest space, never to be seen again.
The undead souls of the class who control part of the ruling power in the main hall stood in awe, knowing that the new Yin Chief had been established. At the same time, Wucuo's body gradually disappeared, and a cold voice sounded in the main hall, "Thousands of years of hard work, I have returned to immortality.
There will be no more Ucuo in hell, leave everything to Jue Che. Jue Che, please remember the three things I tell you."
The figure behind the screen nodded silently and stared at Wucuo until he disappeared without a trace, and then hung slightly down again. He exuded the domineering aura of a king, as if he was not the king of the human world, but the king of hell.
The newly-appointed Prime Minister Yin just separated a screen and distributed a stack of documents in the hands of ten spirits. It recorded what they needed to do within three years and promised to leave the country to take charge of affairs in three years. Within three years, no matter what happens,
, no one can go to disturb it, otherwise it will be destroyed in ashes.
After Jue Che flew into the Zhawu Hall, the deepest part of Yinsi City, which was dedicated to retreat, he never showed up again. If the blurry figure behind the screen could be considered an appearance, the tall black throne in the Ancient Palace had always been empty, but there was no
Anyone who dares to cross the black line three feet away from the steps will respectfully and strictly abide by the rules.
However, today, the door of Zhawu Palace suddenly opened, and the black clothes were torn out by the evil wind outside the door. It was very strange. Then, Jue Che, dressed in black, slowly walked out. He was tall and tall.
He is tall and straight, with a handsome and stiff face, long black hair that has not been tied up, reaching his knees, and a pair of eyes that emit a cold black light, which is really frightening, and is different from those ghostly ghosts with pale skin covering cheekbones and no eyeballs.
Very different from others.
The two Gui Chaluo who had been guarding the gate of Zhawu Hall for more than three years were stunned, as if they did not expect that the new Yin Sizai would be so different. However, they quickly greeted him, and in front of Jue Che
Kneel down and say, "Greetings to Mr. Yin Si Zai."
The corners of Jue Che's mouth twitched. He hadn't spoken in several years, and he wasn't used to speaking. He squeezed out a few words dryly, "No need to be polite." As soon as the words came out, he frowned and stretched out his hand in surprise.
My fingers covered my lips, what happened? My voice changed unexpectedly...
The two Gui Cha Luo lowered their heads and retreated to the entrance of the temple to continue guarding the temple. They did not notice the abnormality of Yin Sizai. When they looked up, the black clothes exuded a strong evil aura, as if they were woven by countless evil spirits.
Far.
"Master Yin Sizai is so handsome. Unlike us, there is only one mouth left on his face." Gui Chaluo on the left praised with full of shame. Like Gui Chaluo on the right, he did not
The facial features, the entire face is covered by skull skin, and from the forehead down, it looks like a smooth semi-cylindrical section, with only one mouth opening and closing, which is very scary.
"Where is this mouth?" Gui Chaluo on the right was a little angry, "In order for us to be able to respond to the situation, Lord Nightmare Shadow used an iron rod to poke a hole in his lower jaw. Oh, if I had known better, I would have reincarnated.
In order to preserve the memory of the past life, I asked to stay as a ghost chaluo, and he really looked like he was neither a ghost nor a devil."
"Do you regret it?" Gui Chaluo on the left sneered, and suddenly sighed, "Yes! It's been five hundred years, and the people we care about have long forgotten us, and they don't want to take another look at us after they die.
, just obediently reincarnated into the next reincarnation. Alas, you said..."
Gui Chaluo on the right stopped talking and seemed to have fallen into silence. Zhawu Temple, which had been silent all this time, returned to calm.
The door of the Ancient Ancient Palace opened unhurriedly, and a strong evil aura filled the surroundings. All the Gui Cha Luo who were guarding outside the hall knelt down respectfully, "Welcome to the Yin Chief."
The ten spirit beings who were discussing secretly around a red round table were all shocked. The new Yin Si Zai was released? He looked at the door, and sure enough, Jueche, who was tall and tall with a cold and handsome appearance, slowly walked in with his right hand.
On the ring worn on the thumb, the blood beads of the undead shone brightly, emitting dazzling light that flickered on and off rhythmically.
The spirits left the table one after another and knelt together.
"Everyone, get up." Jue Che raised his hand. Although he was the only undead with eyes, his eyes, which were as strange as black gems, were as cold as his face, with color but no ripples. They were cold and cold, as if they were looking at
The same kind kneeling in front of me doesn't seem to be the same.
When he came, he adjusted his breathing and his speech returned to fluency, but the timbre was far different from the original. He thought about the slightly magnetic and hoarse voice now, and then recalled the voice in the past. He felt incredible and uncomfortable at the same time.
"Please take the seat, Prime Minister Yin." Seeing that he was standing still, a spirit warrior made a "please" gesture towards the throne.
Jue Che's body lifted off the ground and reached the same level as the throne on the top of the steps. He floated over and sat down, and said indifferently, "I have been in seclusion for more than three years. Has anything significant happened that is worth mentioning?"
The spirit king standing in the middle stretched out his hand and recited a mantra silently, as if he was inviting something. A thin book with a black cover emerged from the void and floated towards the Yin Sizai on the throne.
Jue Che took it and opened it. However, when his eyes touched the text on the first page, a look of shock and disbelief appeared on his face, and he murmured, "How is this possible, how is this possible... this..."
He quickly opened the remaining nine pages, his fingers trembling slightly, his eyes quickly scanning the contents of each page, shaking his head constantly, and a trace of pain appeared in his eyes, which lingered for a long time.
Although the spirits under the seat did not raise their heads to face the throne, they could see Jue Che's every move clearly without using their eyes. They couldn't help but wonder privately, what happened to Sizai Yin? Why did he officially come to the throne for the first time?
Is the palace so out of character?
When he turned to the last page, there was ridicule and cruelty in Jue Che's eyes. His gaze stayed for a long time, as if he was using this as a cover up to suppress all his emotions. After his face returned to a dead calmness, he
The book of ghosts was closed and thrown towards the ghost that had just presented the book.
The book of the underworld fell silently into the hands of Bazhao. Bazhao's eyelids without eyes moved and he knelt down. "Master Yin Sizai, is there anything you are not satisfied with? What Bazhao recorded is true and not biased at all."
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Jue Che nodded, "I didn't expect that after three years of retreat, such a big thing would happen. Hell sent so many forces, but they couldn't deal with a single undead. In the end, I had to do it yourself."
The voice contained cold ridicule and vague hatred, which frightened all ten spirit beasts and knelt down, "Forgive me, Lord Yin Si Zai."
"I don't blame you." Jue Che raised his hand to show, "We finally tied him up, didn't we? That's the most important thing." After saying that, he stood up, opened his hands, and raised them upward, with a black streak
The light enveloped him and he was quickly taken out of the hall.
With mixed emotions, he headed towards the Purgatory Fire City. Although he knew that what Bazhao recorded could not be false, he wanted to see it with his own eyes.
He was so shocked, how could this happen?
It's a pity that he has been practicing the secret arts of hell for three years and missed the opportunity to participate in this drama. He can't help but feel a little regretful.
Otherwise, he could have brought her to the underworld city to be his wife, to be together forever and ever, and to fulfill his long-cherished wish in the world, but it was too late. After knowing that the undead soul that hell had worked so hard to capture was bound, he had a feeling
With the joy of revenge, he searched for her using a microscopic lens, only to be surprised to find that she had been resurrected and finally returned to the monarch.
His expression slowly froze, and he seemed to have regained the coldness he once had. However, only he knew that this was not the case. Although he was dead, the feeling of his heart being as pale as death was no different from the pain in the human world.
We are obviously very close, but yet we are separated by a human world.
A black figure appeared in a separate area of Purgatory Fire City, looking through the black fire to the undead who was tied to the nail frame, and laughed sinisterly.
Qin Weiluo heard the schadenfreude in the laughter and seemed to have a sense of familiarity. He was startled subconsciously. He stared at the gray dome and lowered his eyes to the plane. He couldn't help being shocked and exclaimed in an unbelievable tone.
"Is it you?"
Jue Che stopped laughing, his face returned to coldness and calmness, but his eyes revealed a sharp evil aura, and he nodded, "It's me."