Dongfang Aoshi suddenly remembered the kid he met on the road.
Could it be...that it's her?
When I thought about it again, I realized that I was overthinking it.
The little ghost looked like a lonely ghost. For some unknown reason, he was stranded in the underworld and could not be reincarnated——
How could such a brat have the strength to help him?
But it is a fact that the ghost was bounced away...
"King of Hell, what happened back then, Dongfang Aoshi no longer belongs to the Three Realms, could it be because of this?" The judge whispered in the ear of King of Hell.
"You mean, I can't handle him?"
"That's right."
"..."
"King of Hell, in my humble opinion, it is better to let him take that soul away, so as not to cause trouble." The judge took a deep look at Dongfang Aoshi, "Otherwise, I'm afraid what happened back then will happen again..."
The King of Hell frowned tightly, "Are you asking me to compromise with a mortal?"
"King of Hell, you are not giving in, but for the sake of the overall situation. Think about how many people's fates were changed by the plague back then..." The judge glanced at Dongfang Aoshi again, "Back then, Dongfang Aoshi was still within the Three Realms and was under the jurisdiction of the King of Hell.
, the King of Hell can seduce his soul, but now, he does not belong to the Three Realms, not to mention, there is a Wuming who has extremely high cultivation level."
"Humph! Just a mortal!" When he mentioned what happened back then, the King of Hell's face became a little uneasy, and his expression became even more angry.
"King of Hell, please think of the overall situation. There is no use keeping that soul anyway, so just let it go!"
"If I let her go, she may not be willing to leave!" the King of Hell said with a cold face.
Otherwise, after all these years, Wuming had already called his soul back, so how could he have stayed at Po Meng's place.
"Let the ghost messenger bring her here first. As for whether she wants to leave or not, that is Dongfang Aoshi's own business and has nothing to do with us."
The King of Hell thought for a while and said, "Ghost messenger, go and fetch that ghost."
The ghost mission took the order and went down.
"Thank you, King of Hell." Dongfang Aoshi said his thanks somewhat unexpectedly.
I thought that the King of Hell would make things difficult for me.
Unexpectedly, he did nothing.
"Don't be too happy too early." The King of Hell hummed coldly, with a profound expression on his face, "Even if I try to be kind to you, the Ninth Prince may not be able to take that soul away."
"As long as the King of Hell does not stop him, I will take him away naturally."
"Really?" The King of Hell sneered, waiting to see the joke.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over.
Some of the lights in the temple were extinguished.
The next second, several ghosts led a woman in white to the front of the hall.
Her face was very pale, without any color at all, and she couldn't feel the slightest bit of life in her whole body. She was completely dead.
The woman kept her head lowered and never raised it.
Dongfang Aoshi narrowed his eyes and strode forward, "Rou'er!"
The woman was shocked and raised her head with a horrified expression, "Dongfang Aoshi, why are you... here?"
Is he dead?
Was he killed in battle?
Or failed in the fight for the throne and was killed by Dongfang Kuangya?
"I am here to take you back." Dongfang Aoshi held her hand tightly.
Wen Wen raised her head and glanced at the King of Hell.
The King of Hell waved his hands impatiently, "If you have to go, go quickly! Don't rely on me. I have a lot of things to do. You are going to bother me to death every day!"
When Dongfang Aoshi heard this, he held Gentle's hand and was about to leave.
She was gentle but did not move. She glanced at him blankly, then lowered her eyes and whispered, "I won't leave, so you can go back by yourself."